It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-33

A week later, in the evening the husband began to approach. She kept inching around me who was putting on an action to sleep. "It's over, right?" whispered.

"Done what?" aska I caress her cheek.

"I've been fasting for a week?" his headset sniffed my face on my chest.

"Yes, then?" I slept and turned my back on him.

He seemed motionless, perhaps stunned when I refused his request. Some time he hasn't moved from my holding position. Then, I finally felt him throw himself into his blanket.

I'm sorry, honey. I want to give you a sweet surprise, after I confirm it myself.

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In the morning, my husband returned to silent mode, without greeting me. He was friendly with both my parents and Elena, but not with me. We set off in a silent mode. When he arrived he did not invite me to stop by his room and asked to clean the workspace as usual.

I just stared at his back and smiled wryly at him. Ah, what's my wrong way to give this sweet surprise?

When the lecture is over, I want to find him and leave first. However, he was not in his study. Where did my husband go?

I went around the campus looking for him, all alone. For the last few years, I was always alone. Linga is still angry about the last incident.

Sometimes, there was regret that was present because I was too involved with his affairs. However, I don't want Bang Alan to keep playing with him. While behind the phallus, he always was.

Huufft, it feels like my body is getting tired faster. Hmmmff, I saw a long bench along the corridor. Maybe after resting a steak everything will be fine.

I enjoyed taking a moment to take a breath. I vaguely heard the voice of my husband, Mas Aren. My eyes began to wildly search in all directions.

Well, that. He was walking with a woman who was wearing very nice clothes. However, it seems that he is not a lecturer at this campus because his face is very foreign to me.

For a moment Mas Aren caught my presence, but he seemed indifferent and continued the conversation along the way with the woman. I walked over, hoping he would introduce me as his wife.

However, the two of them remained straight on without stopping his steps. I felt treated like a passing wind, which did not appear despite his momentary presence.

Huuuffft, maybe that woman is an important person in her duties as the head of the department. I have to trust my husband. Everyone knows that he is married, and all the academics at this campus also know that a Nesya Fitri Anita, third-year student of the Department of Accounting is his wife.

Finally, I sent him a chat message.

[Dear, I'll go home first, okay? Happy work and Love You.]

The message I sent out already ticked two, though it was just gray. I decided to book a taxi online to the mother and daughter hospital.

"Sorry, Mba what complaints come alone to this hospital?" ask the doctor in front of me.

"I'm going to check myself, Doc. It's been a month, not a month yet."

The gynecologist glanced at me from top to bottom. "Where's the husband, Mother?"

"He's at work, Mom. I didn't feel good bothering him, so I decided to do the examination alone."

The doctor nodded his head. Then I started to do a preliminary check, checking my blood pressure, arm circumference, weight, and the last one asked me to lie down on the cage.

This is my first USG. In the past, when I was pregnant with Elena, I did not feel this kind of examination. It makes me feel a little awkward and afraid of something happening to my baby if I'm really pregnant.

When the jel began to be applied to the abdomen of the uterus, I began to feel anxious. Then, an electronic device was affixed to me. I held the doctor's hand.

The doctor smiled and shook his head. "Is this your first pregnancy?"

"No, Ma. It's a second pregnancy."

The doctor looked very surprised. Because based on the biodata that I gave, I am currently 21 years old. The doctor tried to put the device back on, and I stopped it again.

"It doesn't look like it's USG, Doc. I'm afraid my son will be exposed to radiation from his device."

The doctor chuckled at my fear of being this pure village wong. "It's safe, Mom. Does not contain harmful radiation to the fetus. If this is dangerous, yes there is no way dong is allowed to use it?"

"It's really safe, isn't it, Doc?"

"Yes, it's aamaaan!"

Finally the tool stuck to the stomach that had been smeared with jel that felt cold on my skin. Then, on a screen I saw a picture that I could not see.

The doctor's forehead was seen rising, he shifted the tool back over my stomach. For a moment he seemed to be smiling.

"Waaah, congratulations ma'am. It's true that it's too early, but it's a pouch of membrane where the baby's future mother will grow."

The doctor smiled back. "And it looks like there are two pockets that will grow in your womb."

"That's, Doc?"

"The baby that this birth mother has two, that means twins. Congratulations, Mom."

My tears just fell upon hearing this news. Apparently, Mas Aren's child in my womb is twins. Shortly after, the equipment was handed over to the nurse, the doctor moved on.

The nurse cleaned the remaining gel that was still attached and tidied up the USG device. I sat down and immediately went down to where the doctor was.

The doctor was seen doing something on the computer and the printer creaked print something issued by the doctor. Meanwhile, the nurse put the results into the envelope.

"This, Mom, is the first USG result." It was handed to me.

I opened the ampoule that contained it. Even though I don't know which one is the sign of my baby-to-be, the important thing is that I feel tremendous happiness. If my husband found out, he would cry so much.

"Darling, let's tell your papa."

I opened my phone too. As it turned out, my message had been read, but not replied to.

degh

How does it feel? Obviously my message was read, but he didn't reply. I'm trying to remember what happened last night. Am I being too outrageous?

After thanking the doctor, I immediately headed home. I want to cook something special for my husband. I want to surprise him. I can already imagine how happy he will be.

However, when I reached home, it appeared that Mas Aren's car was about to walk away from the shophouse.

"Mass?"

Where's she headed? Why not give me news? I went in and immediately looked for my parents.

"Mom, did my husband come home?"

"Lhoh? Didn't he come home to get clothes because there's an out-of-town service?"