Fake Love's
Zia Almeera Indrawan's

Three months passed.

According to the schedule prescribed by Doctor Laila. The doctor who handled Sandra's pregnancy. That tonight, the wife of a successful businessman, Bara Indrawan will perform a cesarean operation against her pregnancy.

Sandra who was preparing some needs for the baby later looked so happy. Beautiful colors he has prepared for his little daughter later. Yes, the gender of their baby is female.

“I'm so nervous, Honey!” whispered Bara while wrapping her hands around Sandra's waist.

Her burly hand gave a soft elucidation to Sandra's large belly. As if to tell the baby that the father was nervous waiting for his presence.

Sandra smiled at her husband's complaints.

“I loh, who wants to be in operation why Mas Bara is nervous!” Sandra chuckled lightly without stopping her movements.

One full bag that has contained various clothes and needs of the baby is ready. Sandra turned to face Bara.

Sandra again chuckled as Bara could not hug her from the front. Because the large perit is in the way.

Bara lekas crouching.

“Still in the womb only you get in the way, papa, son! Been born later, don't ya!” bara said slowly while kissing Sandra's stomach, elusan and babbling again Bara said as if talking to her baby.

“Come in, Papa can't wait to see you, Beautiful!”

Sandra was moved by every softness of Bara to her. He did not think that Bara was so impatient to wait for their baby to appear.

From this morning Bara was not willing to go to work, he wanted to accompany Sandra. His wife's condition is fine.

Sandra had to have a cesarean section due to a narrow pelvic bone with a large baby weight.

Bara did not want Sandra to go on a pregnancy diet because according to doctors the estimated weight of the baby is more than normal size.

So, Sandra has to control her food. And Bara forbid that. Not having a hard time during early pregnancy to eat. Turn no obstacle should keep the food.

Bara chose the second option for her daughter's birth rather than having to see Sandra resist the urge to eat.

“Mas not bosen from earlier at home continue?” sandra asked as she stroked the soft hair of Bara who was squatting in front of her.

Bara shook his head then stood up kissing Sandra's forehead briefly.

“There will be no bored word of origin with you!”

“Gombal really!”

Sanda walked towards his bed. Her slightly swollen legs made Sandra difficult when walking.

Bara felt unbearable with the current condition of his wife. Any pregnant woman would be like this.

“Darling, do your legs hurt?” ask Bara who walked closer to Sandra.

His wife also seemed very difficult to move. His weight really went up drastically.

“Slightly,” reply Sandra raises her legs in bed. Pregnant women often feel very tired quickly even though it only contains one for what if there are two.

“Let me massage”

Sandra nodded slowly. Bara began to massage Sandra's legs slowly which looked swollen. The gentle massage made Sandra feel comfortable. I don't think the pregnant woman is asleep.

Despite seeing his wife close her eyes but the movement of the Bara massage does not stop just like that. His hands continued to do a comfortable massage for Sandra.

The thin clothes Sandra wore made Bara have to swallow her own saliva.

The body contains it looks so sexy behind the lingerie of pregnant women. What makes it most not resistant is the pink-pointed twin mountain whose size makes Bara more comfortable when lingering playing there.

“Eugh...” the beautiful arc escaped from Sandra's lips so much to feel the pleasure of the Bara massage that continues to give the sensation of a gentle massage.

The soul of the Bara man also felt called. Want to touch the delicious plump fruit but pity to see his wife is pregnant like this.

Sandra felt Bara's massage stop as soon as she opened her eyes.

“Mas! How to stop?” sandra looked at Bara.

“Ah... You want to continue?”

Sandra nodded slowly. Pregnant women want more than touch.

Bara and Sandra both want more than touch. Bara felt sorry for Sandra's condition of fear that doing more than touch would hurt her.

Sandra was embarrassed to start.

When Bara put his hand on the stomach Sandra intends to apply a cream to prevent stretch marks.

“Mas..” call Sandra with a spoiled voice and sighed her ah.

Got the green light Bara didn't want to waste it. Luck for him.

The slow but fun battle happened already. Bara so enjoyed it before he had to fast after Sandra gave birth later though by cesarean.

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Eight years have passed.

The cry of the baby girl was still vividly remembered by Sandra. The shadow of giving birth to Zia has always been the most beautiful memory for her.

Sandra was teaching her daughter how to ride a bicycle in the garden behind her house.

Zia Almeera Indrawan the seven-year-old was so eager to call her mama when she managed to ride her bike without a wheel behind her.

“Mama... Lookie! He can!” cheers for a little girl named Zia.

Sandra's daydreams split apart and she looked back at her little daughter.

“Yeay.... Zia can!” Sandra cheered as she clapped in response to Zia.

Zia is banging her bike towards Sandra.

“Means Zia can join Kak Zayn bike play ‘kan, Ma!” asked Zia who got the nod from Sandra.

“Can be darling! We will go to Zayn's house!” reply soft.

“Yeay...” Zia was so happy to hear that. Because Zayn does not want to invite Zia to play if the girl can not ride a bike.

Zayn did not want to piggyback on Zia so the little girl was determined to be able to ride a bike more precisely to play a bicycle.

Zayn and Zia often play together at the Wijaya residence.

Zia, that little girl always plays with Zayn wherever she goes.

Like this afternoon when Zayn took Zia around his house on Zayn's bike. Zia stood behind the bike, stepping on the hammer that was mounted on the back.

“Why not wear a bonce Kak Zayn. I pegel must stand!” zia complains when riding a bike with Zayn.

“Seeper who was here!” grumbling boy who has a cold ready, judes is somehow derived from who the little boy is.

“So stop me pegel,” Zia can not be silent make Zayn slightly lose his balance.

“Shut up we can fall!” Zayn.

“Sister Zayn, my skirt stuck in my fingers.

“Ah... Really cute ribet!” namel Zayn.

The balance is not being held back. It made it difficult for Zayan to carry the bike. Arrived – arrived the bike Zayn brought out of the bike path. He hit a girl in front of him.

Bruck...

“Aw...,” scream girl who got hit by Zayn.

Zayn and Zia didn't fall lucky Zayn could stop him immediately.

“Down! Because you want to continue so this is ‘kan! Help him wake up.” Zayn's word makes Zia pursed her lips.

“Iya... Yes!” Zia immediately got off the bike as she approached the girl who seemed to be the same age as Zayn.

“Kakak,” call Zia.

“Eh, you're not helping him wake up, instead come here.” Omel Zayn again.

“Kakak, ngomel mulu. I can't help her stand up, her legs are just one! His cane broke because of brother's bike!” zia's words made Zayn look directly at the girl he hit.

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