My Hot ART
S2. Kayak Boba
That night at Irene and Sean's modest house. The couple is calculating the income and expenditure of the workshop business and also their mini merket in the living room.
"In this month's profit shop twenty million, Ren," Sean said, staring at his wife, who was still busy with calculators.
"And fifteen million mini-market profits. Wow, our profit is up by 10 percent" Irene replied as she clapped her small hands, her face looking very happy.
"Yes, may our efforts progress further and expand, amen."
"Amin," Irene replied, raising her hands and rubbing them against her face.
"Whatever the result is as long as we are always grateful, then we will always feel enough, blessings, and no lack of anything" Irene said, and Sean nodded in agreement to respond.
"My wife is very smart," said Sean while squeezing his wife's pug nose with a very anxious.
"Ih! Sean's! It hurts!" Irene's murmur after her husband took off her clasp, then she confirmed the sagging glasses from her tiny nose.
"Ha ha ha ha, you make a gemes anyway," replied Sean chuckled and rattled Irene's hair very anxiously.
"South!!!" Irene screamed while hitting her husband's hand with a very upset feeling, instead of feeling pain, Sean even more and more chuckling.
Irene stopped her action and folded her hands on her chest while turning her face annoyed.
Sean chuckles amusedly when he sees his wife sulking, exactly like a Kindergarten child who is angry because he was not bought ice cream by his mother.
"Yes, I'm sorry ... Short," said Sean, still mocking his wife at the end of the sentence, then he laughed louder, making Irene even more upset.
"Let's endek like this but able to make you crazy and bucin half-mucus, right?!" reply Irene with a landslide.
Sean smiled at him, because what his wife said was the truth. He's bucin acute with his little wife.
"Oh, my wife is second to none. Love you, Ren. Lo's super duper handsome husband is already very bucin lo," said Sean accompanied by a narcissistic smile, then hugged his wife from the side very tightly.
"Gee! I want to be a father still narcissistic, Se! Shameful as a child," Irene replied with an amused smile, as she gently rubbed the coiled stocky arms on her stomach.
"Biarin," replied Sean cuek and kissed his wife cubby cheeks with a friendly. "Lo added bohai anyway, very good at the hug, make me dikibil know how to kayak boba chewy, he he he," continued Sean, while mendusel his face on Irene's shoulder.
"I'm sorry Irene, honey. Anyway you are the best woman for me," praise Sean with full honesty.
"Romantic tumben? Is there a want?" Irene glanced at her husband with a probing.
Sean immediately let go of his embrace when he heard that. "What a mistake my life has? Want you what the hell? Praised only wrong, what else is not praised," said Sean in a sewot tone, while looking at his wife with a sloppy.
"Because basically a man is the wrong place, while women are always right" Irene replied.
"Short base watch out for you!" Sean grinned, retaliating by tickling his wife's waist.
Irene laughed out loud to the point of letting out tears as she felt a tingle at her waist. "Ha ha ha. Amenities ... Forgive me, Se ..."
"Feel, ha ha ha." Sean laughed out loud and still scratched his wife's waist, but he stopped his action as Irene screamed in pain.
"Sean, Stop!! My stomach hurts!!" Irene screeched while grimacing in pain.
"Ren, don't joke around." Sean became very panicked for him, then stroked his wife's stomach gently.
"Seriously Sean! Ouch ... I think I want to give birth" said Irene in the sidelines of her pain.
Sean's face became very pias when he heard the word 'birth.'
"Don't now dong, I'm not ready," said Sean who suddenly became stupid, because panic and anxiety hit him.
"Sean!!! I want to give birth! Don't make fun!" irene shouted in annoyance, upon hearing her husband's absurd remark.
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If the brain panic feels directly nge-lag yes, Se 🤣🤣🤣
May Irene's labor be smooth, amen.❤