Love Miss Arogan
Birth of Al Junior

Just a few times rubbed his wife Zifa's stomach had asked for another one.

"Al, change my stomach. Very sick" with painstaking Al fulfill the request of his wife.

"Al, my stomach hurts a lot" Zifa grabbed her husband's shirt.

"Dear, be patient" Al rubbed his wife's back.

"Alll is sick bangett huhuu" Zifa started whining.

She hugged her husband tightly and gripped the man's arm to channel his pain.

"Darling, how should I go? I'm confused"

"Al I'm sultry, fan in paper" Zifa's pinta again.

After a few hours of pacing back and forth, the doctor finally came in to check on Zifa.

"New opening 6 mistresses"

"I'm really sick anyway dokk" Zifa protested.

"Birth is like this, madam"

"Huhu, Al was very sick" Zifa's cry made Al confused.

"Operation is yes"

"Another person in pain was even offered surgery!!" Zifa's jerk was upset.

"Honey, don't get angry dong" Al tried to calm his wife.

It's late at night.

Zifa kept crying while hugging her husband.

"Huhu, Al I don't want to have any more children" said Zifa.

"Dear, anything for you"

"Al, this is how your son is!! Not going out either. I'm so sick" Zifa nagged, making Al even more confused about what to do.

"All, because of you, my stomach hurts a lot!" zifa's nagging again gripped Al's shirt until it had been scuffed formless.

"honey, don't shout yell. You have to be energy efficient" Al advised.

"mis setting my rules! you should be responsible!" zifa was upset again because her husband was so annoying.

Moments later, the doctor came and said the opening was complete.

"After I count three mistresses have to push yes" said the doctor made Zifa nod.

Al kissed in his wife's forehead to give her strength.

"All pain All" cried Zifa as the wave of contraction came.

"Come mistress one two three, straining"

"For the madam"

"Murghh"

Huh huhh (breath of Zifa was cut off)

"Alll all because of you!!" Zifa was angry with her husband.

"Yes, baby, sorry"

"Madam, don't yell too much because it will make you run out of energy"

A few moments later the wave of contractions came back.

Zifa clutched her husband's arm tightly.

"Arhhh you have to take responsibility All, it hurts bangettt" Zifa shouted again making the doctor sigh.

"Let's push again"

"Murghh"

"For the lady, a little more"

"Murghh"

Oekkk oekk

Finally, the child that was expected both of them were born into the world.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you dear" Al kissed his wife's forehead with a tube.

"Al, I'm really lemesy" Zifa complained.

"It's honey, drink first" Al brought the straw closer to the wife's snag.

"Hug me please" Zifa's pinta stretched out her hand.

Al happily hugged his wife whose forehead was still a lot of cold sweat dripping down.

Al kissed the top of his wife's head.

"Thank's god, I can finally see my son born" Inner Al was grateful.

"Mr Al, this is your son. Very handsome, her weight is a little excessive so vag** lady Zifa is a little torn and should be sewn.

Al accepted the baby was about to be adopted.

Zifa was crying when she heard her husband's prayer. Never imagined he was in this position.

"I think I'm the happiest woman here" her inner self, who feels lucky to have a perfect husband like Al.

Her husband always spoiled her despite his bad attitude towards her husband. Even Al never once scolded him even though he made a mistake. Her husband is understanding and gentle.