Married prospective sister-in-law
Which way?

It looks like a husband and wife are putting their children to sleep in a baby box in the same room with them. The couple always smiled happily whenever they saw their sleeping daughter.

Since the birth of her daughter, Cilla. Velia's days were filled with babbling with her daughter while waiting for her husband to come home to work.

Fikri himself was pleased, he was so calm when his wife and son survived what Velia had. If only Fikri had not been firm with Velia, it might not have known what the path would be like.

Now that Velia really does not work, she focuses on taking care of her child and husband in a minimalist luxury house.

Fikri deliberately brought his son and wife out of the apartment, he did not want if the growth of his daughter was hampered due to limited environment.

"Mas, look at me. It's so beautiful, my son." Cousin Velia suddenly.

Fikri looked at Cilla, then turned to look at his wife who was no less beautiful. Of course Cilla is beautiful, Velia and herself are superior seeds.

"Our son." Error Fikri with anxiety.

Velia turned her head, she patted her own eel after hearing her husband's words just now. It is a habit to always say 'my son' only.

"Yes, our son. Mama's son Velia and Papa Fikri." Clearly Velia chuckled.

Fikri hugged Velia, since giving birth to the weight of his wife's body was slightly increased and it actually made Fikri feel at home for a long time hugging and kissing his wife.

"Your puerperium is over, isn't it, sweetheart?" asked Fikri while rubbing his wife's stomach.

Velia laughed, it could be that her husband is looking for an opportunity. But unfortunately Velia's puerperium is still far away, baby Cilla was just born about 1 month ago.

"It's been a month, Mas. Not yet," Velia replied as she rubbed Fikri's face on her shoulder.

Fikri let out a disappointed sigh, he rested on Velia's shoulder with an increasingly tight hug. For some reason the puerperium was so long, he could not wait to open.

"Please, another month." Velia's whisper when conscious of her husband's faint expression.

Fikri clucked slowly, he then carried his wife's body without permission at all. Fikri took Velia's body to the bed and laid it there.

"Jude, we're booby. You rubbed my head huh," pinta Fikri spoiled.

Velia looked down, and she gave her husband's face with an affectionate kiss.

Velia pity him, but he's still not clean to do marital relations. Velia remembered very well, when the age of the womb was large, Fikri did not dare to touch him because he was worried about his illness. Fikri did not want anything to happen to her and the baby in her womb, so her husband chose to hold back.

Fikri always said that his desire was in the umpteenth number, while the health, and happiness of his wife's child was at number one.

Velia was very grateful for having a super understanding standby husband like Fikri. After what he has done in this life, it turns out that God is still kind enough to give a great partner like Fikri.

Despite this, there are things that Velia must bear for the rest of her life. Velia will have difficulty conceiving again because of the condition of her uterus.

It's not impossible for her to get pregnant again, but the doctor said it would be a little difficult. It must be received by Velia airily, especially her husband has received all this.

"Don't think of anything, sleep sweetheart." Fikri whispered when he felt that his wife had not slept again.

"How come I didn't have a child–" Velia said, stopping because Fikri put her index finger on her lips.

"We've got Cilla, and that's more than enough. The doctor said, It's not impossible for you. We just need to pray, and if God allows us to have another child." Cut the Fikri quickly.

"Thank you very much, Mommy." Velia's whisper further tightened her embrace.

Meanwhile, somewhere else, somewhere else. Looks like a couple who coiled under the blanket after doing sports that drain their energy.

The couple were of course Rheana and Cakra. The two of them crept through the back door of the resort and into their rooms, while the others were still on the beach to burn.

Both Cakra's parents, Abel and Ryan of course did not know if the two of them had already entered this room.

This crazy idea came about because Cakra, who he said could not stand, even invited Rheana into the resort secretly like a thief..

"That's bad. Afraid of being bullied ya, until we're rich gini thieves." Rheana's chirps while pinching her husband's nose.

Cakra chuckled, he kissed the wife on the forehead and then went down to the lips. Want to continue round two but Rheana refused.

"There take Ayla first, pity Abel and Ryan. Afraid Ayla is fussy," said Rheana while pushing her husband's body.

"Ronde two first, honey. Let our son be Made in Bali." The Sahut Cakra made Rheana widen her eyes.

Cakra grimaced, he hurried down from the bed and just put on his clothes because of the pants he had been wearing since.

Cakra came out of their rooms and approached all who were still sitting where he had left.

"Ayla, bobok yuk darling." Bring the Cakra directly.

Everyone turned their heads towards Cakra, they all seemed confused because suddenly Cakra was already there in different clothes.

"Sir Cakra, when are you coming back?" ryan asked strangely.

Cakra smiled mysteriously as he raised his eyebrows. Without answering her sister-in-law's question, Cakra immediately carried Ayla.

Suddenly Cakra felt a punch on his shoulder, to the point that Cakra was grimacing in pain.

"What the hell, Ma." Cakra protest to the mother.

"You're really my son Cakra, aren't you, dedemit or what?" ask mama Mila.

Cakra. "Mama is so careless" said Cakra annoyed.

"Where is Rheana?" ask Abel who did not find his sister-in-law.

"In the room, he's asleep." Answer Cakra.

"Where are you going, how can we not see?" this time papa Wawan spoke, since earlier only planga-plongo full of confusion.

Cakra just smiled, he then brought Ayla in without thinking about everyone's current confusion.

PAPA CAKRA NAUGHTY YAA🤣😫

Be connected.............................