I Love You, Mr. Arkan!
First Kick

It is not felt that Anjani's pregnancy has entered the fifth month. After finishing the bath Anjani sat on the bed while waiting for Arkan to come out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing inside?" Anjani asked as she rubbed her stomach.

"Oh you drink milk again, because mama is now drinking milk," continued Anjani chuckled and finished the milk that Arkan had made.

Yes the morning routine of Arkan every morning and night is to make pregnant milk for Anjani. Even though the servants offered themselves but Arkan did not want to, he wanted to directly make it himself for Anjani. Making milk is not difficult.

Arkan came out of the bathroom and rubbed his hair with a towel because it was wet. "Ease?"

Anjani nods and shows her glass on the table, making Arkan smile and climb onto the bed. Especially if you don't kiss your child in the stomach. "Dad's son full?"

"Udah, Dad. But the baby wants to eat ramen" Anjani said.

Arkan chuckles, there's just one thing Anjani wants. "Well, come home from the gynecologist how about we eat ramen?"

"Yep!!"

Arkan laughed then he sat down and pulled Anjani into his lap. "Is this a baby who wants to or a mother who wants to?" Ask Arkan who is now pulling his wife's cheek.

"Mother." Anjani takes out his trademark grin, making Arkan just anxious.

"Yes we'll eat ramen later, but there's a condition" Arkan replied.

"What?"

Arkan pulled the towel around his neck and gave it to Anjani, after which he helped Anjani hand to wipe his wet hair. "Do this for me, dear."

Even besides the baby and his mother, now his father is also spoiled. But Anjani just smiled, because she likes to do it. Gently Anjani rubbed Arkan's hair with a towel. While Arkan bends his knees for Anjani to lean comfortably and drowns his face in his wife's stomach.

The most comfortable position yes this way, Arkan feels at ease if it is spoiled mode like this. "Would you like a girl or a boy?"

"Women."

"I guess you want to answer, whatever gender you accept. Rich in novels," Anjani replies.

Arkan raised his face and cupped Anjani's cheeks. There was this thought. Arkan yes if asked he will answer according to what he thinks. Arkan gently kissed every inch of Anjani's face.

"Mas ihh I–"

Arkan continued to kiss her until Anjani was speechless and laughed at getting such treatment. Finally Arkan kissed Anjani's lips briefly and looked into his eyes. "I want a girl doesn't mean that our boy doesn't want her, does he?"

"So if men are too dear?" Ask Anjani.

Arkan nodded, of course. Whatever it is, she will love her son very much. Moreover, he really wants to have children, it is impossible to ignore it just because the gender is not appropriate. "Do you want a boy?"

"Well, if women should look like me, if men should look like you. But his nose should look like yours, because I like your nose," Anjani said, wiping the tip of Arkan's nose with her index finger.

"Why?"

"Soal's bigger than mine. Fix hahahaha's offspring."

Seeing that Arkan laughed. Though Anjani's nose is also sharp, it's just smaller. But if his son will look like Anjani also will certainly be beautiful and handsome. "It must look like us, we made both."

"When do you do it?" Anjani Temptation.

"Basic bawdy!"

"Let it be, if I hadn't perverted my son wouldn't have existed. Surely he's proud of his father's bawdiness, he's in the world."

Anjani held back his laughter, there was indeed Arkan's behavior that made head bobbles. But it is also true, in the beginning he did not know how to make children.

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Anjani, who was getting ready to check the contents with Arkan, was now staring at herself with a bulging stomach. His small stomach could hold a child. How can ya? This can be removed first no, anyway?

Sometimes he laughs because it's funny. His thin body is now more contained not to mention his stomach that already looks enlarged like a balloon. What did he think that if he was punched with a needle, it would explode?

Random once was his mind, but indeed he who was pregnant this big funny too. Arkan who just entered the room chuckled at Anjani who was walking down in front of the glass.

"What meda?" Ask Arkan as he approached his wife.

Anjani laughed a little then shook her head. "That's funny, look at my belly fat. You're ashamed I'm a fat rich gini?"

Upon hearing that, Arkan smiled and hugged his wife from behind. Swabbing his growing belly this feels like a daily routine for Arkan. "No, because you're pregnant with my child, not fat."

"His baby is big, can I not be born?" Anjani.

"Could certainly."

"But scared" said Anjani.

Yes she knows that giving birth is sick, she often hurts when she imagines the pain of giving birth. Not to mention lately she has been watching videos of mothers giving birth and that makes her shudder a little in horror.

"Why afraid? I will always be next to you" Arkan said as he kissed Anjani's cheek fondly.

"Isn't he?" Ask Anjani again.

Arkan nodded, this is their first child. Not even it feels like the child to whatever Arkan always wants if he accompanies Anjani giving birth. He wants to be the first person to approach his child's body and do skin to skin. "Do not think, if you imagine of course you will parno, something must be felt by yourself. The pain of a person is different. Most importantly you should know that I will always be by your side."

Anjani smiled at her husband's words. At least he was a little relieved even though he was still thinking. But Arkan is right, if he's stressed right now that he's parno, stress and eventually results in his son in there.

Seeing that Arkan confronts Anjani to her then kneels and kisses Anjani's stomach. "Later daddy's gonna carry you first, baby. Find the best position so that you do not feel pain. Once you're born, we'll be able to sleep three."

"Aww–" Anjani grimaced slightly as she felt a small kick inside her stomach. The kick that Arkan could feel and see.

They both remained silent for a moment. "Darling, our son kicked."

Anjani is still silent but her feelings suddenly become very happy. It's their son's first kick and it hits both of his parents. "Our son's bass can kick on."

Arkan nodded happily and returned to kiss Anjani's stomach. It turns out this is what it feels like to be a parent, seeing the growth of their child as small as anything makes them very happy. "You're responding to what Dad said, son? It's a good kid, kid. I love you."

Anjani's feeling warmed up gently Anjani rubbed her husband's hair that was still at home to invite her son to talk. How can Anjani not be anxious to try? Arkan is like this every day.

"So it's ready?" Ask Arkan, they promised to come to the doctor at 10 o'clock and now it's 9 o'clock.

Anjani nods, after which she kisses Arkan's lips and invites him to go to the gynecologist. Anjani can't wait to see her son again, because the doctor said that now they can know the sex of her child.