Married prospective sister-in-law
Ayla, please mama!!

A man was sitting on the balcony enjoying a cup of coffee at night. The man looked not well, thinking about his wife's situation.

Fikri, that man is her husband Velia. As he told Cakra, he was worried about Velia's condition even though he did not say the details of his wife's illness.

Fikri is almost emotional whenever Velia refuses to quit her job, until she decides to settle in with her wife so that she can think that her own health is important.

"Dear." The call was heard from inside the room.

Fikri was still silent, he knew who called him but he did not want to say let alone approach Velia.

Fikri's sense of hearing caught the sound of footsteps moving closer to him, then a moment later he felt a hand coiled around his neck.

"What are you doing here?" velia asked with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

Fikri did not answer, instead he let go of his wife's embrace and chose to focus on his phone.

Velia looked at her husband, knowing that Fikri was angry with him, because the man's attitude was very different from the usual who was always spoiled for him.

Velia walked up and stood in front of her husband, sat on the man's lap and wrapped her hands around Fikri's neck.

"His father will be rubbed with his father." Velia whispered while carrying Fikri's hand to her stomach.

Fikri did not refuse, he could not participate in the child in the womb of Velia. He rubbed it gently, even occasionally looking down and kissing it.

Velia smiled, she thought that her husband was no longer angry with her, but instead Fikri told her to get up from his lap.

"It's night, sleep." Say Fikri cold and flat.

Velia shook her head, then she stuck her head in the neck of her husband.

"You know I can't sleep if I don't hug you." Velia's whisper with spoiled.

Fikri released Velia's hand that was on her neck.

"I'm at work, sleep!" Fikri orders in a slightly higher tone than usual.

Velia flinched, she was surprised to hear her husband's unusual voice. Velia wanted to cry, but she realized that this was all her fault.

"Are you angry with me?" ask Velia lirih.

Fikri did not reply, choosing to stare straight instead of looking at the face of his wife who was now crying in his arms.

"You're bothering me about work, Vel." Fikri said by mentioning his wife's name.

Velia was getting saddened to hear Fikri who usually called her dear, now even called her by name.

Velia got up from her husband's lap and ran into the room and lay on the bed.

Velia covered her entire body with a blanket, she cried with her husband's treatment these few days.

While Fikri, he also did not have the heart with Velia, but he had to do this so that his wife would stop working and focus on her own health.

Fikri sighed, he sipped his coffee to the end, then went into the room. Fikri lay down with her back to Velia.

"Mas." Call Velia with a trembling voice.

Fikri remained silent, making the sadness in Velia's heart even greater.

Tonight they sleep in the same bed, but they sleep separately. Fikri who usually whines for a hug, now even sleeps his back to his wife.

Velia was about to hold her husband's shoulder, but she paused for fear of making him speak coldly to her again.

***

Rheana seemed busy arranging breakfast at the dining table, he was of course helped by the art that Cakra brought from the house of Mama Mila.

Cakra did not want to recruit new art because he was better suited to the workers in his mother's house.

"Mrs, is there anything else I need to help you with?" ask Bi Ijah.

"No, Bi. Aunty can continue the other work, I want to wake up Cakra mas first." Rheana answered kindly.

Rheana leaves the kitchen and goes up to the second floor to wake her husband, who is still asleep kissing Ayla's cheek.

Rheana head bobbles. "Basic, his son keeps being kissed." Rheana Murmurs.

Rheana approached, he rubbed Cakra's handsome face and kissed her in a row.

"You, Ayla keeps being kissed. When akunya? Yaudah I kissed." Rheana Chirps while continuing to kiss Cakra's face.

Cakra smiled, he flipped his body and then pulled his wife's hand to fall on his body.

"Mas, wake up." Soft Pinta Rheana.

"Now down." Pinta Cakra and Rheana instantly receded.

Cakra kissed his wife's forehead and two cheeks as an opening in this beautiful morning.

"His lips?" rheana asked, raising her lips.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." Cakra answered while rubbing his wife's face.

Rheana grunting. "It's so arrogant." Cibir Rheana rose from the body of her husband.

Cakra chuckled, he noticed his wife who was preparing clothes for him.

Cakra then looked at Ayla, he kissed her daughter's beautiful face and then moved to his wife.

"Well?" asked Rheana unfriendly.

"Mandi with yuk!" invite Cakra to pull down his eyebrows.

"No!" push Rheana away quickly.

Cakra grinned, he took the shirt in his wife's hand and threw it on the bed.

"Mandy." Press Cakra and hold his wife like a koala.

"Mas, ahh I took a shower. Get me down!!" pinta Rheana whining.

Cakra shook his head, to still take his wife to the bathroom.

"Ayla .. Ayla, please mama, son!!" pekik Rheana like people want to be kidnapped.

Cakra laughed at the excitement made by Rheana this early in the morning. Rheana is like a child who wants to be kidnapped.

"So he said to kiss us, we kissed under the shower. Nice to know!" whispered Cakra instantly made Rheana glare.

AYLA WAKE UP, PLEASE YOUR MAMA WANT TO BE EXECUTED PAPA CA😫😫

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