It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-59

I waved both my hands to the left and to the right. To make sure the questions that popped into my head. However, his eyes did not blink. It was still the same as before, staring at my hand movements blankly and blankly.

I guess I expected too much. Impossible ... This is just a surge of dreams that seem to come true.

"Darling?" He calls me still staring in the mirror. "Why silence?" added again.

"You want another shave, huh?" I'll go back to the question that didn't get an answer.

He shook his head. "I'm just imagining how you look right now." His hand immediately pulled me slowly and stroked the stomach that I myself had forgotten how much in the number of months.

"You boys are great, not fussy, and understand Papa's situation. Thank you, my children." Mas Aren kissed my stomach and kissed my cheek.

After finishing packing and breakfast, as usual, the online taxi set to be his subscription is ready to wait in front of the store. I feel like I've been hard enough and everything feels heavy.

After Mas Aren's departure, I saw the pregnancy records. The estimated date of my son's birth is one week away.

"Has a matter of fact, you two made Ibuk feel claustrophobic," I muttered again caressing the non-stop moving solid balloon.

"Well, yeah ... You two are again making Ibuk kebelet only. It was five minutes ago that I urinated." The roar of breath that felt heavy, I pulled the feet that felt pain when put on stand.

"Hud ... Idc ..." Elena in kindergarten school uniform half ran after me from the outside. Since two months ago, Elena has been attending Kindergarten near my home and shop.

"Why, Honey?" ask before you go to the bathroom.

"Why didn't Mom go to school as usual?" he said from outside the bathroom.

I was happy, and washed my hands before I got out of the bathroom. Elena was waiting for me with her curious face.

"Yes, I'm going to school, I'm going to do it" I said, stroking my little daughter's fine hair.

After that, Elena's hand I guided and pulled the small bag that I used to use every time out. I immediately ordered a taxi online and drove him to the Kindergarten school where he studied.

"Student study yes, Beautiful! Let pinter."

Elena nodded her head, kissed my hand, then entered the school area. While I re-entered the online taxi and immediately asked him to deliver to the address I wrote in the application.

"What do you want to do on campus, Ma'am?" asked the driver who kept glancing at me through the front view of the car he was driving.

"Regular, Bang. College while pregnant," I replied.

"Yeah ... So great, Ma'am? College in a state of pregnancy seems heavy huh?"

After being right in the corridor of the campus, there was a Lingga that greeted me and embraced my arms. "Should you just stay home? Your old pregnancy is already dangerous enough if you're not being watched by the closest person."

"I didn't calm down before making sure your Mr. Rendra was okay."

Linga shook her head. "It is very difficult if the wife is excessive to her husband. I see your actions are tending to an excessive level of possessiveness."

I just answered this Lingga with a smile. "You won't know what it's like before you're in the same position as me."

The phallus ripped off the lips. "It seems like I don't want to be in a relationship anymore. Looks like I'm gonna have to finish college and find a job to buy my nieces these nice clothes." The phallus caressed my stomach, and honestly, it felt really weird.

From a distance, I saw my husband walking decisively towards the class he was teaching today. But there is something strange. He was stunned as if he realized my existence. Then, a few seconds later he walked back with an awkward step.

"Sir Rendra is the best. He tried to be as professional as possible. Although the situation is not fine, he continues to give lecture materials to his students," said amazed Lingga.

However, I just felt a little strange about her earlier. Unlike usual, today he stopped for a moment to look directly at me who was beside Lingga. Is my expectation too high, expecting Mas Aren to actually see me with all my circumstances?

I tried to follow in my husband's footsteps, but all my body was tired, and my legs were sore. Lingga invited me to sit on a bench in the corridor.

"Udah ah! Don't be a gini kayao spy! I am the one who feels tired, let alone you who live it."

The phallus did not stop nagging, and I was sure it was because I was worried about it. So, I just returned the favor by pinching his cheek giving a sincere smile of my love for him who was like my own brother.

All the students my husband taught agreed not to tell my whereabouts to my husband. I quietly often sat in his class taking the backmost position.

This time the net seemed to catch my presence again, within a few seconds he looked at me straight. After that he resumed the lectures given without holding a single guidebook in his hand.

Ah, that's great of him. He gives the materials that are embedded in his mind perfectly. Being cool to watch my husband teaching in his class, I somehow slowly felt pain in my stomach.

I remember when Elena was pregnant, getting closer to the approximate date, there would often be false contractions. I chose to ignore and looked straight at the husband.

The pain that was not so noticeable, the longer it feels more real .. and torturous. I, who was still in my husband's class, did not dare to complain and chose to be quiet and hold it myself.

An increasingly excruciating pain, making my entire body wet from sweat that tried to reduce the heat from inside this body. It seemed, this I could no longer bear, I had to slowly move on without being suspected by Mas Aren who was in front of the class.

When I managed to stand up, I felt something coming out from the area under my body.

"Nesya, are you bleeding?" yelled at the man beside me