Marrying my Best Friend
With baby Bayhas

One week passed baby Bayhas can be taken home tomorrow, this news makes both families very happy, he said, Imran had prepared the baby's bedroom long after knowing Aila was rushed to the hospital because of bleeding. Likewise Raka is not much different from what Imran did. Raka did not question whether Frans and Aila would return home or to Imran's house. Raka only prepared if later the youngest grandson came to his house. In his eyes the room, which used to be Aila's room when she was a baby. Her eyes glazed over, reminiscing about those times with her youngest daughter. He hopes to still see his granddaughter and get to know her before she closes her eyes, the age that is not young anymore it makes me want to always be with the family of the son and his daughter.

This afternoon Bayhas was taken to Aila's ward and began drinking Asi from the source, the little mouth began to look for the punting that became the intermediary for his food, after finding it he began to sip@p very greedily, several times Aila grimaced because of a little pain, Frans also felt pain when he saw Aila's expression, Frans, who sat on the lip of the bed near his wife and son, did not let go of his gaze on his son, was drinking voraciously. " Is that really painful, Mi? frans asked Aila.

Aila nodded. "But why if I did it you don't feel pain, quite the opposite" Frans said with a seductive smile to his wife. Aila stared at him sharply making Frans laugh, the tiny baby was not disturbed at all, as if he did not want others. "Save a little for papi not to be spent!" he said as he rubbed his son's cheek.

The baby ignored Frans completely. "It's like you're cute, Mi," Frans said chuckling. "Don't be teased, Pi!" said Aila staring intently at Frans.

"Mommy, what do you want to eat? Papi wants to go out to eat," he said as he moved from his seat to pick up his wallet and car keys and mobile phone. "What ya?" Aila thought. " Fried rice only, love a lot of vegetables."

"All right, I'll stay a while, yeah. You don't papa, will I stay a while?" ask his wife.

"Yes, no papa," Aila replied while putting yhas in the baby box.

Frans exited the room belonging to Aila walk in the hallways of the hospital to the parking area, he said, he got in and then drove his car across the not-so-dense streets in circles looking for a good fried rice seller, not long before Frans crossed a fried rice shop that was quite crowded and the aroma of the cuisine reached Frans' nose.

He stopped and got out of his car to walk to the store and ordered fried rice and fried noodles each two packs, just in case Aila was awake and hungry in the middle of the night.

After waiting for a long time the order was completed and given to him then Frans paid for it and then left by driving his car, he stopped and went into the supermarket to buy mineral water. After that, he got back into his car and walked at a walking pace to the hospital. Before long, he arrived and stopped at the hospital parking area. Frans came out with a plastic bag filled with food and drink entering the hospital, he walked through several rooms in the hospital until he reached Aila's room. The man also opened the door and entered the room, seen the wife was playing her mobile phone turned to her and smiled. Frans put it on the table and took out the whole thing. "It's fried noodles and it's fried rice."

So much, Pi," Aila told her husband

"Nothing, afraid that Mami is hungry at night, will mami again suckle so you have to eat a lot," he said with a smile.

"Where do you want? What rice is fried noodles?" ask again.

"Fried rice first, Pi."

"Where does the cooking taste good, Mi? Papi, don't you know where the good fried rice is? So when you look at the store many buyers and the smell is evocative, Papi just go in and buy not yet know if it tastes as good as it smells, Mi," frans said how he got the rice and fried noodles he bought earlier.

"Enak is really good. Take Mami there sometime, Pi. If again eat outside," he said while continuing to feed fried rice to his mouth.

"Hemm," Frans replied with his mouth still full as he nodded.

A few minutes later the fried rice was toilet and moved to their respective stomachs. Frans cleaned up the rest of their food and threw away the trash. Meanwhile, Aila stood in front of the baby box looking at the son who was sleeping asleep.

Frans went back in and approached Aila, and hugged her from behind. "Less than 32 days, Mi. It's still a long time," he said, chuckling.

"What's so long?" tanyanya pretended not to know.

"It seems not to know, but it does" Frans replied as his hands crept upwards, crawling the area he liked.

"Condition the hand, Papi?" the order was soft on the husband while hitting his hand. Frans laughing. "Hold it, Mi. Kangen," he said, lowering his wife's clothes clasp down and pulling her out of place. "Take a look, Mi. Yhas sleeps."

Aila's face shone in shame because of her husband's actions. "The bigger ya, Mi. Can I have a little tasting?" ask him with his hands still faithfully wandering in the area.

"Later, not strong, the troubled Mami," said Aila clenched her lips. Frans laughing.

"So now Mami is more beautiful and more well, so Papi is more like, love and always can not stand when near Mami, sit there for a while yuk, Mam!" take her down a little Aila's shirt and kiss her white wife's shoulder without obstructions and then pull her hand to the sofa, then he put his body down and put his head on his lap hugging tightly while his lips played on the woman's chest. After being satisfied he tidied his wife's clothes back by pulling Aila's clothes clasp up. "So morning the plan was to take care of your leave of absence, but first Mr. Danu, he stole my start!" he said with a crooked face. "Just a leave letter, right, not your wife" Aila chuckled at the expression of the upset husband.

"Yes, I can't! Aila was only mine from then until now!" he looked at the beautiful face of his wife.