Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
False contractions

Azka entered her office. The first glance as he entered the private room in his office was immediately fixed on his little wife who was sleeping on the bed.

The thirty-two-year-old man loosened the tie and removed the shirt buttons on the sleeves. He tucks it up to the elbow.

His wife's adorable face really felt like Azka wanted to touch it right then and there. But.if he does, he's afraid of interrupting Nana's rest.

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I blinked my eyes a few times. I slept long enough in Azka's private room. My nose smells my husband's perfume. My sense of smell is so sharp to simply recognize my husband's distinctive body scent.

I opened the door to Azka's private room. I saw Azka still struggling with her laptop.

"Since when did you come home from the mas meeting?", my lot while embracing his shoulder which was leaning on the back of his great chair.

"Eh... dear? I'm awake, I can't wake you up!", Azka poked my chin.

I snorted his shirt. There was another scent on his body.

"Mas!"

"Why baby?", Azka pulled me until I sat on her lap.

"Awas iiih...I'm not heavy, how will it fall?"

"Kan mas hold dear!", he replied with a smile.

"Kok...bau you another mas?", I sniff again azka shirt front.

"What does it smell like?"

"I understand the smell of you, even though I was in that room from earlier. But...this..the smell is not you really, the perfume of a mas girl?!", I immediately glared. Azka was chuckling.

"Darling, horrified mas."

I'm still in Azka's lap.

"Can go down no, I'm heavy. Your legs will ache."

"Dear, you are strong!"

"Yes, whatever!"

Azka rubbed my head gently.

"There was a small incident after the meeting."

I listened to Azka speak first. Can't help me suddenly suspect.

"Because, dara ngunciin mas in the meeting room after the meeting."

"Ngunciin mas?"

Azka nodded.

"Certainly?Uh... wait, you two in the room?", I squinted.

"Yes." Yeah."

My nose is holding back emotions. He could be alone with another woman in a closed room. I was about to get up but Azka pulled my waist.

"Where is dear???" asked Azka.

"Awas ah! Males I'm just like you! You cheated on Dara!", spontaneously mouth issued that sentence.

"Well, what a cheat! No intention, no story, baby! I have you, no one else!"

"You ah, watch out!"

"Ssssttt..dengerin mas, don't be angry first!"

I folded my hands in the chest.

"What defense are you looking for? In front of me you push Dara, behind you guys even play with fire."

Azka laughed again in front of my eyes. What's so funny anyway??? He should have persuaded me, not even laughed at me!

"Kalo mas emang want to be with Dara, it's been a long time darling. Why did you already have, still a sok-sokan with Dara. Not that mah!"

"Certainly? Why try you two together in that rich covered room?"

"The ngunci mas. He's a big bloomer, baby, but I don't bales!"

I squeezed my hand hard. Then I hit my husband's chest.

"Hey.honey, dreading the story first!", said Azka while holding my hand to stop hitting her.

"You want to explain what? Want the band to want me? I'm fat now, is that it?"

"Astaghfirullah dear, mas more and more jubilant know not if you look jealous like this!"

I turned my face away. Wonderful! how could he be rich not feel that wrong???

"So gini, it was fitting we knew locked eh. precisely dara hostage mas earlier, mas directly call to his papa Dara. Intentionally shutting down his phone. Let papa dara know our conversation. Thank God, not long after that papa dara really came and opened the door for mas."

I kept quiet for a moment when I heard his defense.

"Still doubting the same? Be honest, baby!"

"But.why do you want to be in the arms of the virgin! Piss me!"

"Who would love to love. That's not!"

"Heheheheh dong, baby, don't be that manyun. I want to bite to know!"

"Know ah! Watch out I'm gonna wake up!"

"Yes.iya.!!", Azka also let me wake up.

"Open the shirt!", my orders.

"Honey, you want us to do it here?", asked Azka curiously.

"Open my shirt I said!", repeat me. Azka obeyed my orders.

Now Azka just forced a thin t-shirt as an interior to coat her shirt.

In front of me, there is a tantalizing sight for the women. Especially me, the owner of the body.

But my imagination just broke when I remembered the perfume on Azka's shirt. I threw it in any direction.

"Why is it dumped dear?", asked Azka in surprise.

"I don't want to see another woman's stink on your shirt!"

Azka who realized his wife was in a jealous mode also tried to persuade him.

"Dear yes...yes already, want you this way? Wear this thin shirt?", he asked me.

"But..kalo mas rich gini, how to go home to work? I don't want them to see your body so rich!"

Azka chuckled to herself. His wife is really possessive now.

"Yes yes.this body, this heart is even whatever you have it's yours dear!", said Azka approached me and whispered softly beside my ear.

"Yes.but.mas..jangan gini dong!", I tried to push his body away.

"Why the hell, baby? I just want you, can't I??", she asked again.

"But this is in the mas office, not in the hotel!"

"Where and whenever there is no problem dear. After all we have a special room!", whispered Azka right in my ear. Slowly, Azka pushed me until we entered the private room. Know what we did after her?

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My aging gestational age makes me a little overwhelmed serving sir husband. But so far, he has treated me gently. After cleaning up after the struggle, Azka and I sat on the sofa in the study.

We chatted lightly, unlike when I opened up to Dara earlier.

But in between our conversations, suddenly my stomach hurt. I don't know, it can't be drawn.

"Awww.ssss.!", hissticism.

"Why baby? your stomach hurts?", asked Azka suddenly in a panic.

"Yes mas. Suddenly ill. But.. Now it's not!"

"Is it possible that the game was too rough, baby? So then...Dede utun his protest?"

"Hehehe you're funny mas!", I said. Azka smiled too. But then I felt stomach pain again.

"Oh mas...kok suddenly hurt again anyway?", I suck my stomach. Azka did the same.

"We're going to the doctor, baby?" said Azka.

I'm shaking.

"Don't be reckless! We're going to the hospital now! Sorry for not saying your words. The mas shirt should be worn as long as the mas drive you to the hospital. Couldn't you be willing to wear a doang oblong?"

I nodded in agreement. My stomach ache suddenly disappeared again. I was confused myself.

Suddenly I felt my bottom wet.

"Mas, I wet the bed!", I said. I'm honestly embarrassed!

Azka crouched down in front of me. Poking and kissing his finger.

"Jorok mas huh?!"

"Darling, this isn't stupid! Looks like you're giving birth. It...still like sudden pain? missing arise?"

Azka, who was wearing her shirt back, grabbed my backpack and put my phone down. He immediately carried her on his back.

"Standing first can, right, baby? I want to carry you!"

"Do not carry mas. I'm fine."

"But if you're not in the carrier, then the waters of the waters are even scattered everywhere."

I finally agreed with her idea of holding me.

All eyes are on us. They all suddenly panicked and boisterous when they saw Azka holding me and running quickly.

Azka's slim car is headed for the hospital.

Am I really going to give birth now? not next month? Is this what you call a false contraction? But this has ruptured the amniotic? How'this????

"Darling, don't panic, okay?"

I nodded slowly. Even though I wasn't okay with my heart rhythm.