If You're a Mate, How else?
About Pregnant?

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Following Mas Bojo's will, I ate with mixed feelings. Happy, unexpected, sad, and a little worried afraid of missteps because it is still in the country of people.

"You're welcome, let Mas do the dishes" said Mas Bojo as I moved to save the dishes to the sink.

"It's okay."

"Udah diem. Sit on the balcony. Everything let Papa do the work" Mas Bojo smiled after calling himself Papa. Maybe he's amused too.

Putting the plate back on the table, I approached Mas Bojo who was still sitting on the dining chair. I wrapped my hand around his shoulder and then kissed Mas Bojo's cheek. "Thank you Papa" I whispered in his ear.

Mas Bojo looked at me from the side until we suddenly laughed. "Huh, still weird ah, Mas!" I said while away.

Just one step, Mas Bojo pulled my hand. "Must be in biasain dong, Ma." Mas Bojo wrapped his hands around my waist. "Aren't you, honey? Mom doesn't want to be called Mama?" his sister's on my stomach.

"Cheat gas! His son is not yet tangible, crisp call dear. Same wife boro-boro call it that!" my protest.

"And every time I call on Yang."

Mas Bojo smiled, "no, not yet anything, Your mother is jealous because it is not called dear." Mas Bojo brought his face closer to my stomach.

"Former Papa you're so much with Mama. Mama has never been in such a pity," I said unconsciously as if there was our child.

"Yes-yes. Later Papa darling Mama."

Aw... Just being entertained, my heart went straight to the edge.

I gently stroked the head of Mas Bojo that was still stuck in my stomach. "I'm curious Mas, which one did he become? The one in the bed, on the couch, or in the bathroom?" my grin made Mas Bojo pat my ass slowly.

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