CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
They're Articulate

It's been five months of Dara's current content. Dara street was like a serati duck, not there turn here. Make Bagas very anxious and so often his hands are Bagas favorite Dara menoel-noel the back.

Dara herself sometimes feels funny looking at herself in the mirror. The stomach is very large, want to wear work shoes only must be helped by Bagas. Sometimes Dara if standing so hard to see his own feet.

Bagas himself had asked that Dara not have to enter work again. But Dara does not want, at home also he does not have a job so must be bored. Once Dara tried a time off work turned out she could not afford to stay in the apartment. Dara even went down, saw the security guards again frenzied watching old school movies that Benjamin story so Samsons, he became interested to join.

Be until the afternoon he was there to make Bagas so not happy because Dara also already ngabisin snack pak security almost one jar for him doang. So rather than Dara bete in the apartment alone and at the ends of it wandering, mending he still joined Bagas to the office.

"Do you really want to come with me to the office?" tanya Bagas while the two were having lunch in the cafeteria.

"Why? can't ya?"

"No. I'm just afraid you're sapped. You walk a little bit already boring now. I'm afraid you'll pass out."

I can't lift you up again. The body is half so thick. Bagas continued inwardly while giggling amusedly.

"Not so, my. I just wanna come along. If necessary I give birth here later." said Dara stubbornly.

"Ntar who helped me get rid of dede gondrong who? Tukiyem's mom?" ask Bagas again while looking unwillingly at the fried eggs that have moved to Dara's plate.

"I would quit my job if I wasn't strong."

"Yes that. Oh yes during the phone mama, they ask us to stay at home later if you are near the day of giving birth."

Dara. Better so, let someone help take care of two children who will be born from his womb. Bagas and Dara deliberately did not tell Papa and Mama about the twin pregnancy, so that later became a surprise for them.

"Mas, I'll go back to the supermarket first. I want watermelon fruit" said Dara who immediately made Bagas' eyes perfectly round.

"Whoever eats watermelon, who." God told Dara. Dara immediately picked up the tissue and threw it in her husband's face.

"That's a big deal. This is the kepengennya dede gondrong for sure, very close to his papa."

If this Dara is no longer slanderous, because the two dede gondrong in the already ngodguk sign agree.

"You're as perverted as you do." Bagas tipped Dara's cheeks gently and the moment was witnessed by many pairs of eyes that again ate there. Make a baper for singles who are eating while fantasizing like Bagas and Dara at this time.

The two immediately returned to the room after finishing eating, not the same as the singles who had been baper from earlier. Rather than adding to their mental load it was better for Dara and Bagas to disappear immediately. It is not good to dance on the suffering of singles. So whispered Bagas to Dara.

Returning from the company, as Dara wished, they stopped by the supermarket to buy red watermelon. Dara really wants to eat that again.

"Udah yuk." Dara smiled sumringah after Bagas finished paying for groceries. Along the way to the parking lot Bagas did not let go of his hand.

At night while the two were relaxing on the balcony, Dara felt that there was quite a strong movement inside her stomach. She could not wait for Bagas to return because her husband was making her pregnant milk in the kitchen.

"Here's a spit." said Dara excitedly after Bagas was seen back with a glass of pregnant milk in his hand.

Dara grabbed one of Bagas' palms and placed it on his stomach. Initially Bagas did not understand but then he seemed to sparkle to find something felt moving on the surface of Dara's stomach.

"No feeling?" ask Dara enthusiastically.

"Yes. They fight." said Bagas.

"Not a fight, honey. They are moving again, again showing their existence." said Dara with a laugh.

"Existence. Ghost time, Yang." timpal Bagas with a loose laugh.

"Try rasain again" said Dara.

"They're drumming. They must be playing inside. I can't wait for them to be born soon." said Bagas excitedly. Bagas said, it turns out the feeling of a man who will become a father is like someone who is in love with his wife again.

Bagas looked at his wife clingy, sticking out a finger to wipe a little milk that still stuck on Dara's lips. Then in a slow motion he kissed Dara's soft lips.

"Thank you, have a child for me." said Bagas after finishing kissing Dara just now.

"Thank you God first, new same me." replied Dara softly.

Bagas nodded with a smile looking at his wife. She took Dara into her arms on the balcony sofa before returning to her room.

"I don't think yes, I'm really going to fall in love with you" Bagas said with a laugh, staring at the night sky full of stars.

Dara just smiled sweetly at the expression of her husband. Just like Bagas, Dara also did not expect that he would fall in love with the annoying man. The man who used to make him ogah because of his reputation is very fond of changing partners.

But if love is anything else. As Kevin once said, when love is attached, a cat's tai tastes brown. It's not clear Kevin has never eaten a cat or not.

"If you already have a wife, especially now you want to have children, you can't be nervous anymore with women." Dara reminds Bagas who likes to spread charm. All that is mentioned is a smile-smile shy to be discovered.

"And I am the same gatel as you do that, Yang." I'll share it

"Yes gel? here I scratch." Bagas who did not expect to get an attack on his waist could not dodge to make him laugh crumpled on the sofa with Dara who was exhausted tickling Bagas.

The two hugged again on the balcony sofa while adjusting the breath that was still boring. Bagas himself was already drowning. If asked to choose he is better to pump Dara until the morning on the bed than to be tickled so. Bagas is unable.

"Tomorrow what else to eat, Mama's a kid?" ask Baga attentively after regaining his normal breath.

Dara who was asked to eat, of course, immediately replied enthusiastically.

"You are bald somay kang, cilok kang gondrong, chicken noodles bu catfish ... " And a series of other foods that make Bagas a quail now. But yes, Bagas, although fond of quail with his wife's request, he still did not want to offer his wife this. Dara's request was also about that - it was never willing to ask for luxury goods purchased that finally made Bagas his own initiative to buy.

His name is also dear wife, is not the father?