My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 82 - The War of Pregnant Women

Throw down useless thoughts, Syakil now wants to complete his promise. Amara has been very sweet even before they arrived in the country, it would be unfair if Syakil later did not bring a smile on the face of the wife.

Living life as an ordinary couple, this time Amara asked not to be followed by many eyes. He was bored and felt uncomfortable with their presence, both with Syakil alone he already felt safe.

As much as possible Syakil took advantage of that short time. The two arrived at the flower city at around 10 am, not too late and it seemed Amara did not want to delay any more time. His saliva seemed to have flooded because of his longing with snacks that had recently risen.

It's easy actually, but what Amara is looking for is no ordinary siren. Yes, the seller had to get pregnant too, Syakil's umpteenth time making sure and almost everything he met the seller was a young boy who turned out to be unmarried.

"Difficult, Aa if you want a pregnant mah. Aida's most tea, but it gave birth five days ago."

Shakil snorted annoyed, very useful advice. The man was emotional, suddenly his soul was hot and the chili powder before him attracted attention, it was very suitable if it entered the eyes of the thin mustache man.

"Other thing, I'm paying a million right now."

Syakil is not as patient as it is to find pregnant women who sell cireng. He looked at Amara who was waiting for him in the car, his wife's face was very hopeful, but unfortunately, this time still not as expected.

"Waduh not do not want to help, Aa but it is difficult .. why not buy it here, our products are guaranteed the contents are also full of chicken meat, Aa like what taste? Balado, spicy sweet or want spicy merapi also there."

Bodo is very, Syakil does not care about the contents. What Syakil was looking for was the seller, the man is even wrinkled now. Confused why it is so difficult when sought, when such a thing sounds trivial.

"Thank you, but my wife wants the seller and the sirens to be both pregnant, Mas."

Syakil still refuses well, even though his mind is depressed and eager to fly right now. The man still thinks twice in his attitude towards strangers, moreover this is not his homeland.

Amara looked disappointed when Syakil shook his head and entered the car with nothing. Poor, but how he wants it. "Please, we'll find it again."

Amara nodded resignedly, she could still eat another while the pregnant siren they had not found. Amara understood, at times he would be even more upset Syakil.

"Aren't you tired?" asked Amara wonder why Syakil can still smile when they have been around long enough, the man shook his head because it is a fact that he is not tired.

"The word Mama bothered the baby-to-be is a gift, enjoy it because not all couples can feel it," he replied as if the most patient man in the world, the most patient man, whereas according to Kendrick Syakil can be that crazy if angry with his employees.

"Any adult thought, I think will be angry," said Amara while pulling the corner of the lips, what might this happen because of their agreement, thought Amara later.

"And it's grown up, darling .. soon to be Papa ya mature dong." True too, the answer is not wrong and Amara justifies that.

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Long enough they searched, until Amara's unusually observant eyes found what he was looking for. Syakil sighed so easily, Amara rushed over and pulled Syakil's wrist.

"Sorry, may I ask? She's pregnant, right?" syakil asked spontaneously, a good question but strangely the woman misunderstood.

"I don't have eyes, do I? I know that gini is still there."

Damn, the seller is emotional. Syakil was made to squeak with the sharp eyes of the woman. Amara looked up and looked at Syakil, not really willing to have another woman who snapped at him.

"I'm sorry, Kang .. My wife is pregnant, please understand."

Moments after Syakil sprayed the woman, the man in the hat approached them clenching his palms. Feel very guilty to prospective customers who he believes from the top.

"Hm, it doesn't matter .. I asked nicely because my wife craves pregnant cirrhosis that the seller has to get pregnant," Syakil explained in essence, saying, he was lazy to be stale because he had been looking for hours.

"His wife is pregnant too?" asked the man very politely, his wife's attitude made the man feel guilty to his prospective customers.

"Yes!! You know how to still crave."

"Oh my God, honey don't do it" whispered Syakil as he scratched his non-itchy head, the man was confused as to why his wife was in such a trance.

"Who started, he snapped you earlier" replied Amara annoyed, the woman was looking for money or looking for trouble, he thought.

"That's my fault, already .. do not continue, still want not? It is difficult to know how to get pregnant," said Syakil slowly, worried that the woman who was pregnant was back yelling and Amara could be angry with him.

"You."

He was upset, but still wanted it. Amara looked around, hoping she would find another but as far as the eye could see she could not find it.

"Kang, I'm sorry .. My wife's emotions are unstable, please understand."

The man can understand, because in his house the wife is more fierce. If it was just a small clash of Amara that he had just heard then it felt like nothing.

"Just relax, I understand how pregnant people feel, Kang."

Fortunately the man did not easily take care of all Amara's words, but the man's wife still looked at Syakil with anger. Just because Syakil made sure she was pregnant or not, the woman's heart seemed to be broken.

"How much do you want?"

"Here," he answered lifting ten fingers, whether exhausted or not but clearly Syakil will obey Amara's will.

"Ten, Kang. But it could be the fried one." Shakil reckless, no matter though the woman's gaze as if to skin him, because the essence of his cravings Amara is who presents it.

"Ehm, should ya, Kang? My wife's job is just to fill up .. I'm sorry if she takes the fire," replied the man was confused also because usually the wife only accompanies, not do the whole task.

Syakil took out five pieces of money a hundred thousand for the sake of paying for the services of the woman, he could not bear to see the eyes of the wife who suddenly looked at the seller was disappointed extraordinary.

"Please, Kang .. We came all the way just for fulfilling his wish, please help Akang with Teteh." Syakil was really humble for today, he begged so good for the fulfillment of Amara's wishes, even though out a lot of money then it did not matter to him.

"Okay, so confused euy. How, Neng .. make, oruh." Seeing that much money for the price of ten sirens obviously they were excited and did it without much stale, the woman who had been pouting at Syakil now looked a little friendly as if she had forgotten to bully him.

"What do you want? Teteh friedin deh now," he said suddenly soft, it is true that women will be devastated when looking at the currency.

"Everything .. but do not be too spicy," replied Syakil first, because if Amara chose clearly only to think of pleasure in his mouth only.

"What then? I want a really bad one."

"No, not all your wishes I allow .. sorry yes, darling I am cruel once in a while." Syakil behaved as sweetly as that, some people who were there suddenly raised their hands asking for the figure of a man like Syakil in his future.

"Dam!! Your prayers don't fuck around, you think I'm deaf?" Amara who has been emotionally re-created when one of the students in high school uniform was hoping Syakil widower and he would wait for him.

"Seeh it's fierce, run ah!!"

"A true school, marry a mind!!" as Amara ruffled his waist, Syakil was not at all ashamed of Amara, the man hugged his wife and tried to calm Amara down.

"Little boy, don't mind, sweetie."

"The prayer is careless, the waiting period you are widower .. what does it mean try." Amara throbbed dislike, Syakil just sighed and shook his head slowly. It sounded like a joke, but he suddenly wanted to get angry.

-tbc

Hallow, I'm surprised, Bestie due to routine yesterday ups. Btw stop by my temen novel while Syakil's up, Babay.