Marrying the Driver's Child
MAS2 CHAPTER 52
This tiny, growing creature in my womb, seems to bring happiness to everyone. She will be the first grandchild and also the first great-grandchild in two families, the Mahendra family and the Ardiansyah family. It is not imagined how their excitement when my son is born later.
"Oh, yeah. Pa, Sunday tomorrow I'm with Kimmy to give thanks for our new home. I hope all the Mahendra family will come" Arsen said.
"We will definitely come. What do you guys need? If you can, you want to help" said Papa Raffi.
"Em, no need Pa, Papa Mama and Grandpa just pray for us." Arsen refused.
I know how Arsen is, as long as he can, he won't easily accept the help of others. Arsen preferred to acquire everything with his own hard work.
"We must always pray for you. Especially now that the future successor of this family will also be coming from your wife's womb," said Grandpa. While Papa Raffi just looked down, maybe Papa was disappointed that Arsen refused help from him.
"Arsen, it's time for you to help our family business, otherwise who else would you be?"
Grandpa seemed to be very hopeful for Arsen.
"I'm sorry, Kek, not that I don't want to help, but there's still Dion, and there's Papa. I myself still have to help Papa Ardy in the office, and Mama's family cafe business is also handed over to me. I'm afraid I can't take responsibility for everything, Kek." Arsen refused Grandpa's request.
"Dion can't be expected, the boy just knows to have fun" lamented the old man who used to hate Arsen's biological mother.
"Dion will understand Kek, especially now that he has a family." Arsen smiled, my husband always gives positive energy to the people around him.
"But you refused not because of heartache with this family right?"
"Absolutely not, Cake."
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After returning from Papa's house, Arsen drove me home to Papa's house, then he returned to the office again because of a phone call from Kak Darren.
It was late afternoon, Oma and Mama were doing yoga in the back garden when I entered.
No Bi Sri, it feels lonely too. Once when I came home from school, Bi Sri always accompanied me to lunch and casual chat, now everything has changed. Mama's back but Bi Sri is now gone.
"Kimmora, you just got home?" ask Mama who approached me.
"Yes, Ma. It was a short stop at the house of in-laws," I answered while showing a paper bag containing a banana sponge made by Mama Nisa.
"What the hell, Oma. I really wanted to eat a banana sponge made by Mama Nisa so my husband anterin me there."
"Here Mama put the plate, let's make it good for you to eat later." Mama took the paperbag from me.
"Good thanks, Ma."
Then, Mama went into the kitchen, while Oma and I chose to sit back by the pool.
"Arsen is still vomiting?" ask Oma.
"Still Oma, usually if the vomit is up to how long is Oma?"
"Usually up to 3 months, there are also those who until large pregnancy still nausea vomiting."
"Pity Daddy dong, dear." I stroked my flat stomach. "When, my stomach is going to bulge, every morning I check still this way?"
"Yes, not yet Kim, later if it has been 3-4 months began to look, the longer the bigger. If you're already pregnant, there are usually complaints," said Oma who helped stroke my stomach.
"Pregnant means old, pregnant?"
"Yes, no. You are, very slow. It means that if it has been 7 months until the birth, it has just been a lot of complaints, want anything complicated, especially if you want to sleep. Hmmm, later you will also frown," said Oma who made me horrified.
"Oma, don't kidnap me dong."
"Not to be afraid, dear. Not all pregnant people feel it, even if later you fathom it, just think of it as a pleasure," said Mama who came with a plate of banana sponge made by my in-laws.
If my husband can fret about his vomiting, can he replace me too, feeling what Oma said just now?
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Don't talk to Kim, no. Poor Oppa dear to all of us. It's still a long time, isn't it? 😘😘
Good afternoon, mon sorry late. Ordinary, busy in the real world, also less fit. The important thing is to keep up 😅😅
Don't forget the ritual.
See you again 😘😘