Distance (Pursued Hot Duda)
182 Kitchen Area
Arby rubbed Freya's stomach slowly, right now they are in the delivery room.
"Why am I always so tense at times like this? Exceeding Arjun's tension."
"Arby, you have a lot of heart, I want this thing, don't call it Arjun!"
"The name is also tense, Yang. What can be said."
The man was still defending himself. The sister who heard it, asked in her heart, who is Arjun?
"Still opening eight huh, Doctor Naya."
Arby again stroked Freya's stomach, hoping that the pain would lessen.
Not long after, the opening of Sidah was perfect. The doctor gave the woman instructions.
Arby looked at his son, not believing what he saw. He immediately rushed out and shouted.
"Feel you Marva, you lost to me. My son is a twin, so now I have four children. You're only three, dong!"
"What?"
"Twin?"
The Freya family immediately cheered happily. They have never had twins in that family. Arby again entered the room, which was greeted with a sullen look from his beloved wife.
"You're a habit, just run away."
"You show off first, Yang. Show off it's number one."
"Basic!"
The nurse immediately cleaned the two babies, and Arby, as usual, offered many prayers for his beloved children.
Arby carried her two children with joy. Her tears were dripping, completely amazed by this exquisite gift.
The others scramble in, no matter if Freya has just given birth.
"Twin truth?"
"I think Arby Siwer's eyes!"
"Sachi only had one year, already had two sisters at once."
"Don't be a clone!"
"Back, Arby. Don't talk in front of a newborn."
"This time you really have to use the services of a baby sitter!"
Freya looked at her two children. Happy, but also a little sad.
"Everybody. It's not that I'm not grateful, but I already have two little heroes and one little weathered hero."
Arby snorts when Freya says the money whiz is a little weathered. It's definitely him, right? But then his face immediately shone, like someone who had just found the most appropriate solution in the midst of a complicated problem.
"Not what, Yang. Maybe this is a sign that we have to make another new one. What style do you have to wear, so the prints will be female?"
Arby giggles himself when imagining creating a new style let the product be female. Cool, the solution?
They wanted to take that man.
"Arby, you've got four kids on the ropes no shame at all!" Freya.
"It's just that I have four children, no shame anymore. Noh, those who haven't been in marriage are definitely ashamed. I really want to want to be full! Most first practice is manual style."
Anjirrr
Fuckin
The faces of the women were blushing. Why is there such a man created in the world?
"You know what the mixer style is?"
Vanya so tapped his finger on the chin, imagining what the mixer was moving like. Mico who saw Vanya, instantly closed the ears of the girl. Do not let his best friend's sister is contaminated by a household lewd virus that uses many terms in the kitchen.
"The mixer wasn't that muter, was it?" anya asked, but she was still curious.
Freya patted her head, while the others laughed and the women must have been more embarrassed.
"Ah Vanya, you are the thing. I would want to be. Oh well, so impatient."
Arby hugs Freya with anxiety, then kisses Freya's chubby and always smooth cheeks.
"If the reason is finished, we make another Yang, who is more diligent. Once again a triplets.😚😘🥰😍🤩🥳"
"NO MORE, ARBYYYYYYYYYY!" shout them.
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