My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 42 - The Good News

"Let me, you do the others."

Syakil's orders are absolute, therefore, even though the work has not been completed the middle-aged woman chose to leave the dining room.

Syakil stared at the breakfast menu this morning, and it seemed like the wife would not taste just breakfast bread. Although Amara had said to no longer make breakfast, it seems Syakil has not given up and thought if failure is a delayed success.

This time he did not want to fend for himself, the man contacted the mother without caring what Kanaya was doing. Syakil clucked because the mother who did not even pick up her phone.

"Hallo, Ma!!"

Ordinary to be able to, just connected he had shouted to Kanaya. It is fortunate that Syakil has a mother whose external health is still awake even though she is old.

Hm? Why, Honey? Mama was sleeping, tumben phone at night like this?

Too excited, Syakil even forgot if this was Kanaya's bedtime, a little regretful yet willing how he wanted to give his best for Amara this morning.

"Amara is carefree, I forgot how to make the right porridge ... Mama can help?" syakil asked about food ingredients, it is not so difficult, but for this it seems Syakil can not if only use instinct as usual.

"Cries? Why can?"

Kanaya sounded as worried as that, even the woman choked afterwards. Too worried about the situation of the son-in-law. Heboh himself, Syakil does need his own time and does not want the help of his maids at this time.

"Bring the baby like it," said Syakil honestly, he did not tell the news directly to the mother if his wife was pregnant, only with the words Syakil that this is clear Kanaya happy extraordinary.

"meaning? Mama's daughter-in-law is pregnant?"

"Hahaha that's it, Mama." Just like her, Kanaya also seemed surprised by this happy news.

"What a fact?!! Syakil you?!!" kanaya shouted, even Syakil's ears hurt.

"Yes, Mama why? Didn't you wait for my granddaughter?" Syakil laughs discordantly, this question is a kind of joke because Kanaya many times expressed want to have a grandson from Syakil because Mikhail factory has been produced many times and Syakil has not shown signs at that time.

"Yes, Lord .. You're not making a shit, are you?!"

"No, this is indeed the case, Amara is pregnant just as Mama had wanted from the beginning of our marriage."

Syakil stared at the nanar out the window, imagining how his mother would react at this time. Maybe he jumped up and down from bed or jogged like hearing the announcement of the graduation of the son long ago.

"THANK GOD! MAMA WILL HAVE GRANDCHILDREN OF THIS SANE CHILD, EMUAAACH!!"

Syakil just chuckled at the happy expression of the Mama, just that Syakil was waiting for the response of the father who had not heard since.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim, Kanaya!! Why are you jumping like this?"

"Papa?"

Just thinking that his voice had been heard by Syakil, it seems that the behavior of the mother was caught by Ibra to make the man until Istighfar.

"*I'm bothering ya, Mom? I didn't jump hard, sorry."

"still ask? Does your bone hurt? It's old exactly little boy so, remember your grandson is soon five*!!"

The papa's gibberish sounded savory in Syakil's ear. It has only been a few weeks to leave them, but why is this longing so felt, Syakil thought.

"really?"

Syakil's cooking agenda is now delayed. Seemingly both of her parents are too happy, Kanaya asks a lot about Amara. The papa who initially sounded upset because Kanaya was excited himself now diverted the video call to be able to greet his daughter-in-law directly.

"Tomorrow, Pa. .. Amara was asleep, I couldn't bear to disturb her."

Obviously Syakil lied, he was worried that the papa realized the awkwardness to his wife. He better find a safe way first, Syakil has not wanted to kill himself of course.

"Yeah when Papa and Mama miss him, Kil." Ibra sighed resignedly when Syakil could not grant his wish.

Feeling that Ibra had no choice in giving up and letting Kanaya continue to help her son to prepare Amara breakfast, she had rejected Amara's presence, but after seeing how happy Syakil was after being with Amara, Ibra changed her mind.

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Some time he waited, the sacrifice this morning was quite a lot. Even Syakil's hands were on fire but trying not to be so he cared. After a long time struggling in the kitchen, Syakil returned to the room with a bowl of porridge masterpiece himself with the mother as a guide.

He deliberately chose chicken porridge although usually such breakfast is not available in his household every morning.

"Eating yes .. said Mama should still eat even though it is not delicious."

The expression on Amara's face seemed too legible to make Syakil self-conscious when trying to feed Amara. Whether because of the uncomfortable feeling caused by the dizzy head or the appearance of the porridge that made Amara's taste more chaotic, he also did not understand.

"I'm full," she said gently, her stomach really receiving nothing like it.

"Whoof? You haven't eaten anything, Ra ... Even last night you didn't eat right?"

Amara seemed to remember, last night he had not had time to eat but had been beaten by the husband, and until this morning Amara's stomach did not feel hungry at all.

"But the porridge is nauseous, I don't want to."

Despite the fear of Syakil slapping, Amara still refused because she doubted her life would be fine after swallowing the porridge.

"Eat a little, think of our baby."

Syakil did not give up even though Amara refused. He was very confident that his cooking this time did not fail because he was accompanied by a master off chicken porridge from his direct indonesia, Syakil thought.

"Yetoo." Just like feeding a toddler, Syakil is as gentle as that and makes Amara melt later.

Quite unexpectedly, this is delicious. Amara even stared doubtfully at her husband and slightly could not believe that the one who made breakfast this time was herself.

One bribe, two bribes, three bribes and until now a full bowl was exhausted in a matter of minutes. Amara did not realize that her mouth accepted every mouthful of Syakil, and now the woman became the reason Syakil never stopped smiling at Syakil.

"Hungry, Mom?" tanya Syakil who then made the wife hide her red face.

-tbc

Muach