My Boss Samuel's
124. Baby Name

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Lately I've really liked to bother Sam. Either he's sleeping or he's eating. I like to watch his jaw when he's chewing, he's often shocked when I suddenly kiss his jaw and kiss his cheek. I also love watching Sam's face while he's asleep. Or when she's playing games, I'll hug her from behind while closing her eyes.

Sam won't be angry, just swerve with a flat face and continue his game. Ignoring me who sometimes sits on his lap.

And one more thing that feels a little strange to me, I've been so fond of Sam's body odor lately. I love sniffing his neck, chest and even his armpits. Until sometimes Sam is uncomfortable with my behavior. I don't know why either, but it sure feels so comfortable and soothing when I can smell her.

“Sam.” I was laying my head on his lap, and Sam was watching TV.

“Hm.” He just mumbled.

“Wait for our child to be given whose name?” I asked while looking at his face from below.

Sam looked down. “I still haven't thought of finding a name.” Honest language. I just rolled my eyeballs. “Partially we don't know the gender yet, baby boy or baby girl.” He then refocused on TV.

“That's also because you told the doctor to keep it secret.” I said as I sat up and put my feet on his lap.

“I'd rather be a surprise.” Said Sam while starting to massage my feet with a slow movement. “Papa said that baby boy should have his Gavin like my name.”

“Yes yes, Miller time is like Raffael.” I said grabbing the remote and changing the TV channels, I get bored every time Sam watches TV for sure he just watches the news. What a shitty show to me.

Sam didn't laugh, just looked at me flat while staring at the TV screen.

“If baby girl in love whose name?” Ask again.

Sam seemed to think. “Absolutely you have no idea for a name? Don't sulk you know if later I give the name according to my own wishes.”

I just stared at him flat, because actually I had not thought at all. Maybe tomorrow-tomorrow I should take the time to find a name idea.

“The seven-monthly event so?” Sam asked again while grabbing a jar of potato chips.

“Say Mama is so. Keep the show at our home only, here is much wider than the house of Mama.” My word.

Because Papa and Mamaku are Javanese and especially Papaku, they still ask me to hold a seven-monthly event in accordance with traditional customs. Unlike the Sam family, at first they just want to hold a lecture event only. And since I didn't want to get into a debate because there were two different cultures, I decided to keep holding the seven-monthly event as usual. As is the tradition in Java in general, after that it is only in further study events.

“Ok.” That was Sam's response.

Basic yes, Sam is sometimes very stiff and indifferent. But no matter how I complained, he was like that. There are things that make him can be a nag, especially a matter of work that must be perfect for him. Or lately he started to be a little chatty if I was too much activity to sometimes make me tired.

Sam can be chatty in his own way.

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At the age of pregnancy that has entered 25 weeks, not infrequently makes me difficult to sleep. Many times I overheated even though the AC was at the lowest temperature, and also I went to the toilet more and more.

“Sam.” I patted Sam's shoulder who was soundly asleep. “Build dong.” Whine me to him.

“Hm.” He opened one eye, then again closed. “Why?”

I sit on the head of the bed. “I can't sleep.” I said while playing with her hair.

“You hungry?” Sam opened his eyes again, then yawned. Trying hard to keep those eyes open.

In early pregnancy, she often wakes up in the middle of the night and wants something. But, at the age of the womb that began to enter twenty-five weeks, more often I wake up and want something.

“I'm thirsty.”

Sam sat up, grabbed the glass in the nightstand and handed it to me.

“Not want it.” I pushed the glass away.

“Terus?” Sam raised both eyebrows.

“I want chocolate milk, but you make.” I said spoiled.

“Ya already, wait here.” Sam got up to the bathroom to wash his face, then walked out of the room to the kitchen.

She came in shortly with a glass of warm chocolate milk for me. I accepted it with a smile.

“Do not sleep first.” I said while holding his hand that was about to lie down.

Sam seemed to yawn several times, trying hard to keep his eyes open. I feel sorry to see it, but I also don't want to feel bored myself.

“Singing dong for me.” I said while looking at him.

“Nyanyi?” Sam glanced at the clock that showed at one o'clock in the night.

I nodded enthusiastically. Sam immediately pulled my shoulder, then hugged my body into his chest. I wrapped my hands around Sam's waist and leaned comfortably against his chest.

“What song?”

I'm shaking. “Tersubscribe.”

He was silent for a moment, and then started singing. I love to hear her sing, her voice sounds so beautiful in my ears. I smiled and more and more hugged her waist. I continued to listen to Sam's voice singing, closing my eyes as I sensed a faint movement ... I'm speechless. And Sam also looked at me confused.

“Why?” he stopped singing, releasing his embrace on my body. Staring at me anxiously as I grimaced while holding my stomach. “Your stomach hurts?”

I shook my head as the faint movements turned increasingly clear. And this time, the gesture seemed to show me that he was growing inside.

“Sam.” I grabbed Sam's hand.

“Why?” his face began to pale.

I looked at her in tears, squeezing her hands even stronger. Without answering her question, I put Sam's hand on my stomach and waited. Sam was also silent, staring at my stomach.

Sam and I gasped together, shocked by the confusion and happiness.

“A-our kids are moving?” Sam's getting closer. Put both hands on my stomach and wait. Then he laughed as he again felt a movement right in his palm, as if his son had accidentally greeted his Daddy.

“She moves.” I said to hold haru.

“Ya.” Sam blinked with wet eyes. “Again dong, darling. Once again, kick Daddy, please.” Reach it with a soft voice.

And as if to understand, our son kicked back in there. Sam laughed as he rubbed his cheeks, and so did I. Sam rubbed his eyes again, then looked at me with a laugh.

“Hai, babe.” Apply it to my stomach and kiss it gently. “Daddy can't wait to meet you.”

I smiled with tears that suddenly flowed. I rubbed Sam's hair as he put his head on my lap, stroked my stomach and asked his son to talk.

“In the narrow huh?” she asked, as if the baby in my womb understood her words. “Why not sleeping? Want to come with Daddy sing ya?” ask her again in my stomach.

I just smiled amusedly, kept stroking Sam's hair and letting him talk to our son.

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“What are you doing?” I looked at Sam who was cross-legged on the sofa, with a plate of fried rice in his hand.

“Eat.” Answer while chewing.

I glanced at the clock that was stuck in this room. “Ngot to the office?”

She shook her head. “Minum dong, Del.”

I snorted bitterly, one of Sam's habits was to eat without bringing drinking water.

“Mean it if you eat bring drink all.” Sam only smiled faintly as he continued his eating activities. “Can what you do without me?” scolding me while standing up.

“Can be crazy.” He answered while staring at the television.

And in vain I was stunned. Siaal, he was the most able to make me smile indistinctly like this.

What a handsome husband!

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