Leaning Sweet Me
Pregnant women are getting bolder

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Farrel opened the door to Alan's apartment violently, making Dinda who was at the dinner table soar in shock.

"Where's your stupid boyfriend?"

"Sorry but he hasn't been back since morning!" answer Dinda.

"And you live here together? Stupid ...."

Dinda shook her head, "No,"

There was something different from the room that now Farrel saw, the room that used to be dominated only by gray and black and only a few photos of Alan hanging, now in the room looks more colorful, now in the room looks more colorful, decoration with a variety of colors hanging. Not only ash and black, there is also pink and gold.

Farrel circulated both of his chocolate beads, and ended up on Dinda's brown bead slices that looked at him.

There was a feeling of relief, anxiety, curiosity but also amused. And certainly all of it comes from the figure of the woman in front of him.

Alan must have felt foolishness for the sake of stupidity with him.

Chequelek

Alan opened the door, Farrel turned his head towards him. "Finally this fool comes home!"

Alan was flabbergasted, seeing Farrel's flat face clearly attached, there was no reprimand from them, especially Dinda in their midst,

"I,"

"You,"

Both look clumsy but

"What else is it?"

Bugh

Farrel hits Alan, "Foolish base, you go home to the main house!"

"God.." cried Dinda shut her mouth.

Alan who gasped with Farrel's punch only touched his jaw, "You always hit, you think I can't get back at you?"

"Reply, I'm always waiting for that!"

Alan was just grieving.

"Go home now to the main house, and see what happens to your father and mother!" farrel said as he passed away.

Farrel turned back, "Hey .. Don't stay alone, the demons of the capital will gather here." he said and disappeared behind the door,

Making Alan and Dinda look at each other, Alan who now looks clumsy goes upstairs, he goes into the room, goes to walk in closet and brings how many clothes, he said, while Dinda tailed behind, following wherever Alan went, wordlessly, without speaking, she was also at a loss as to what to say.

Alan draped the bag on his back, "I'm going to the main house, just stay here for a while."

Dinda nodded, Alan just passed by leaving her,

Iihhh... very stiff, kiss the cake first, or at least hug me that....

Alan opened the door, but was shocked when he saw Farrel in front of his flat, standing leaning against the wall.

"You're still here?"

"You think?" ask Farrel.

"I thought you were gone!"

Farrell thinly pulled his lips, "I just want to make sure you're on the right path!"

"Fuck you, I'm going home!"

"Hm.. It should be!"

"That's what made you wait for me?"

They walked into the basement, "I was home last night, and they seem to miss you, there's something about them that I don't know."

Deg

"I'll take care of it, you take it easy!" said Alan.

Before long they reached the base ment, but their car was in a different place,

"I'll go first."

Farrel pulled Alan's shoulder hard. "Wait."

"What else, you gonna hit me again?"

Farrel reached into the plaster from his pocket,

"Wear this." handed the plaster over to Alan.

He frowned, "Tumben really!"

Farrel opened the plaster wrapper and attached it to Alan's temple.

"I don't want to lose the greatest big brother!" Tukas Farrell.

Alan pulls his thin lips, "Tumben, can be sweet gini! It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" his outstretched hand touched his forehead.

To make the person who happened to pass glances towards the mareka, Alan immediately pushed his sister's shoulder, "Sh iiit, you make us look like a pair of Gays."

Farrel chuckled, "It's okay ..it's okay!"

"Pure.." said Alan, turning his body open the car door, then entered and left Farrel.

Farrel breathed his long breath, staring at the black car that was speeding so fast that he could not see his eyes anymore.

He got into the car and drove away from there. He went back to the office to pick up Metta.

.

.

Until a car he recognized stopped right in front of him, the person he was waiting for got out of the car and approached him with a row of white teeth, both hands cupped in front of his chest.

"Darling, wait a long time! Sorry...."

"Lumayan, I can spend a serving of soto, a glass of orange ice, and a plate of rice! Where are you from?"

"That much?"

Metta nodded, "I ate for two, how are you!"

Farrell embraces his shoulder, "Yes .. That's okay! Now you want to eat again?"

Farrel nodded at the security that opened the door for him, Metta went inside then he ran small into the door next to him.

"You haven't answered my question?"

Farrel rubbed his wife's cheek with his thumb moving gently, "I'm not from anywhere, just seeing Alan."

With both eyes squinting, "You're not fighting anymore, are you El?"

Farrel shook his head, then he started the engine of the car and drove off.

In the car Farrel kept silent, not usually a noisy one or telling jokes that upset Metta. Every now and then she glanced at him, it felt strange that Farrel was just silent.

"Darling, what are you thinking?"

Farrel sighed, "No, you don't have to worry, just focus on your child, I don't want you to think too much."

"Uunncchh..the sweetness of my husband!"Rubbed both cheeks.

"Aw. I'm driving, again,"

Metta chuckled, "Yes .. sorry!"

Farrel tuned the car tape connected to his phone, looking again for a classic that is believed to calm pregnant women.

"Lho... you know this?" Metta looked at her husband.

"I will learn to be a dear father, starting from the womb though, said the five-month-old baby doctor also can respond."

Metta giggles at Farrel's explanation, funny as a twenty-year-old man learns more about pregnancy than he does.

The car stopped right at a clinic, Metta circulated her view, a clinic with a trusted pregnancy clinic in the area.

"El .. Why go to the clinic, do you have any more complaints?"

"I signed up earlier, brother just stay inside."

Metta rounded up his two manics, "What list?"

"Six pregnant." she said flatly.

He picked up the paper bag from the back seat, then opened his seat belt. Metta is still flabbergasted.

"Cock pregnant gymnastics?"

Farrel who was about to open the car door undo his intentions, he turned to his wife, "Age of the womb sister is enough to follow pregnant gymnastics! I've also consulted with doctor Mariska about it, even through Frans."Said chuckling.

"Let's get down...."

Metta was still flabbergasted, she just followed Farrel's movements out of the car, walked around him and opened the door for him.

"But El ..."

"What's? Gymnastic clothes? Yes, I am ready!" lifting the paper bag over Metta's face.

Until he could no longer speak anything, a smile was clearly imprinted from his face.

Cup

Metta tiptoed and kissed Farrel's cheek, "Thank you darling!"

Farrel raised a curved line on his lips, "Together, tumben is not ashamed to see people?"

"Aawww.. pain dear," he grimaced as Metta pinched his waist.

"Yes in!" extend a hand to him.

Metta nodded, they entered and immediately met someone sitting on the registration chair.

Shortly afterwards Metta entered the room, with a paper bag in his hand,

"Aren't you coming in?"

"I'll go in if I'm eight or nine."

"Why?"

"The role of the husband was needed at that time, if now you can still be alone, and so that the brother can adjust first. If the same I will not be gymnastics," he said with eyebrows up and down.

"Iihhh.. basic, can-can be perverted here too!"

"I'll go in first, yeah,"

Farrel nodded, Metta opened the gymnastics room door. Farrel was still standing there.

"Darling...?"

Farrell turned, "Why ...?"

He ran small and kissed Farrel's lips at a glance then ran back with a chuckle,

"God, pregnant women are getting bolder."