CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
Want Neon Lights

Today is Bagas and Dara's last night in Bali. They had enough of their honeymoon. The photo session is also over they did. The result was cool to make Dara and Bagas happy. There is a picture of Bagas kissing his wife's stomach under the sunset. Bagas really enjoyed this honeymoon vacation with Dara.

Later if the gondrong duo has been born and can be invited on vacation, he will also invite them. It feels Bagas already impatient want duo gondrong soon born. Dara now very often scuffles want to garukin stomach. But, said mother should not be later ugly stomach curled, the theory he got when calling mother yesterday.

"Can't you scratch it, Mom?" ask Dara the same Bagas who also do not know whether to answer can or not. Mana Bagas understands that problem.

"I'm afraid, Yang. If it is according to parents, it means yes really." said Bagas. After that he did not know what to answer.

"But gatel, Mas. His hair dede these two must be really gondrong like you. I'm a gini gatel." Dara rubbed her stomach gregetan.

"I'm elus ya let's quickly let the gatel."

Bagas finally stroked Dara's stomach which still feels itchy. But Dara became calmer because of her husband's attention.

"Udah is good yet?" ask Bagas.

Dara nodded.

"Mas Bagas, take a walk." take Dara later.

"Come on, put on a jacket." Bagas immediately took the jacket that he had once pinned on Dara when they were not married. The first moment he saw the watermelon duo forcefully. Remember that, Bagas was ashamed of himself.

"Why are you so shy?" ask Dara.

"Sir papa. Come here." Come on." Bagas hugged Dara gently while rubbing his wife's hair.

"Why the hell, honey?" ask Dara again.

"I'm sorry, I used to be mean to you." whispered Bagas. Dara smiled, why is her husband so sweet like this? who read it to Ngiri.

"I'm sorry you. I love Mas Bagas." said Dara make Bagas more tightly embrace his wife.

"Well, go. Where the hell are you going? aren't you tired?" asked Bagas, Dara just shook her head. He was also surprised, although his stomach was completely swollen, but he was not tired. Dara was even more active even though she was often bored after that.

The two walked through the park around the villa. The sound of waves crashing was heard even though they were now in a fairly high place. The cold of Bali tonight adds a romantic impression for both of them.

"Look at the star." Bagas scrunched his forehead. What the heck, the streets just to look at the star doang. On the balcony can also be in fact, Betty base. Inner Bagas. Not dare to be revealed, because it can cause sudden heart attack.

"Yes Dear. Good yeah. I think you're." Bagas even became reckless. Please forgive if a little lebay, persimmon people are so, a little tacky but have a lot of love

They sit on park benches. Staring at the stars while leaning against each other. Bagas watched his beautiful looking wife with that jumbo-sized round stomach.

"You don't want me to buy what is Yang?" ask Bagas. Dara shakes. I don't know, Dara did not have the desire to ask to buy this. Like when Bagas bought him luxury goods, he became confused to wear it when and where.

Dara herself does not like to go out of the house. Except for Bagas, okay. But if hanging out isn't clear, he's never.

"I don't know, Mom. I think everything you've bought is enough." Dara scratched her non-itchy head.

"Yes no papa, later if you want something, you can not be quiet. I can buy it." said Bagas again. Dara just nodded.

"I ate both together with you was so happy." Cilok again. Bagas already very familiar with the head of rubbery bald because Dara often buy it every day when working.

"I want to buy a house. Let you feel good about staying. Especially later we are not both anymore, you need a housekeeper and a nanny to help take care of our children" said Bagas seriously.

"Your apartment is great too, Mom."

"No, it's better to have a real house. Later, the apartment is for us to do so." Bagas ogling naughty. Dara immediately hit her husband's arm in anxiety.

"Mas, I want that." Dara pointed at the row of colorful garden lights lined up in front of them.

Bagas did not understand what Dara wanted.

"Non lights, Mas." whispered Dara sparkling. Bagas. Why the fluorescent garden lamp was so attractive to his wife.

"Keep what, honey? I don't understand you."

"You're installed in our house, Mas. In apartment. Can you?" ask Dara quickly. His eyes seemed to sparkle imagining the row of round garden lights in their apartment.

"Make what, honey?" Bagas has scratched his head. There was a request from Dara. The author's annoyance.

"Pair aja Mas, on the balcony let jordi same kimung there is a meeting."

Bagas has dizzy seven circumference. Yesterday cilok, today Dara asked for neon lights in pairs on the balcony of her apartment. If Jordi is placed on top of the neon lights, he will certainly be sure.

Kimung again, the body is already obese so. The road is not strong, want to be told naek to top the neon lights like animals again circus exercises, the balloon had jumped kimung had plunged free from a height.

Please Dara! don't freak. Dizziness crocodile head gondrong now.

Bagas so calling the person who owns the light shop is also finally.

"Where would you like that, sir, to be designed with a colorful garden light around the balcony of my apartment tomorrow."

Bagas turned off the phone. Dara hugged her husband. He had imagined his apartment would be beautiful with neon lights.

"It must be good, Mas, like the bald head of his nephew Mas Doni" Dara recalled to the neon sign boy.

Bagas just nodded. He is happy as long as his wife is happy too. Whatever I do for Him. I sell pants, it's all for Nyai, I work as a coolie, for Nyai ... Bagas so sang his song Eyang Jaja Miharja in heart.

"Udah malem yuk, don't look at the fluorescent lights, later you dream my head turned into a garden light that ntar." Bagas immediately invited Dara back to the villa. Don't want her to have wet dreams until hypothermia again tonight.