Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Little miss sunshine

Eight months later.

Pram hates himself for having to be a husband with a level of military alert when his wife is pregnant with the fruit of his love of the female sex. His stomach was already bulging, large and looks like he was carrying a whole bunch of watermelon in a negligee that became the most comfortable clothes Mentari now. Hundreds of ways he did to keep his wife comfortable and protected. Although sometimes he feels upset himself because Mentari often says he is exaggerating.

Pram stroked Mentari's stomach while kissing his wife's forehead.

"What do you want our children to call us, baby?" ask Pram while cross-legged on the bed. He looked at the astonished owner of the chubby cheek before his hand could no longer be stopped. Pram pinches both cheeks of his wife while touching her nose to the nose of Mentari.

"Gemes, soon we'll meet Little Miss Sunshine."

Mentari chuckled, Little Miss Sunshine. The nickname as well as the name that Pram wants to give to his son later but it raises debate and is desperately protesting every time they visit West Java.

"Just mom and dad don't want that name, Pram. Really londo, change it up! Your name is Pram the same as Tari, the time of her son Miss Sunshine. Oh, hell."

Mentari also joined the protest, alahasil now the name is only for a nickname until the right name is found.

Mentari nodded, she stroked the face of her husband who was overgrown with a brew that had not been shaved.

"Say she wants to exercise, or Aa wants to be my kayak?" Mentari puffed his cheeks. Pram laughs.

"Sorry baby, you're growing up enough, I need to keep looking fit and muscular!"

Pram bends both hands, showing the results of his hard work helping Joko chop down a bamboo tree behind their private house in the dream inn. Also make some of the vacant land in the inn into a fish pond. All that has not been added to the household work he did, lifting gallons, nyapu, mengepel, and Mentari as his daughter's master is enough to cook, wash dishes and lift clothes clothesline. If they are lazy, they will take it to the laundry.

"So I stay on the treadmill first, Tar. If it takes anything just call."

Can't be argued, can't be bargained. Exercise is one part of Pram life that Mentari likes.

Mentari nodded, he also got up from the bed and in the morning still showed at half-seven. Mentari prepared the breakfast menu while Pram continued to accelerate his pace on the treadmill, sweat began to appear to wet his body.

"What cooking, Tar?" pram asked, Mentari turned off the stove while pouring water for her husband.

"Drink a new hug, Aa's habits are not changing. Smells tau."

Pram immediately took off his embrace and drained the water his wife gave him.

"We're taking a shower, right?" ask Pram, please,

The mentor smiled as he put two dishes on the table. He did not expect that the situation that occurred when the cravings first continued until now. As it has become a habit or actually Pram addicted.

"Hold alone, Aa." replied Mentari, the greeting was immediately greeted with a wounded silence, Pram stopped peeping the top of Mentari's head and twisted his wife's body.

With fixed eyes Pram cupped both cheeks Mentari.

"Starting bosen huh?" ask Pram.

Mentari.

"Keep why don't you want to? Is there a reason?"

"Because Aa likes to make contractions!" suhut Mentari, how not. Countless because of her healthy and strong pregnancy, the man who is now bare-chested often invites her to hang out.

"I'm pregnant, Aa. Danger of the dryness." Mentari stroked her husband's chest as another consolation. "Dear of little miss sunshine."

With a little disappointment Pram nodded because it felt like hope had run high but immediately jumped free and threw it on the ground.

"I take a shower first yes, it's your turn" said Pram with a tone that in heavy let his wife melt. But it turns out Mentari remains the same, busy preparing breakfast and blending mangoes.