Old Girl Looking for Love
Ballad Pregnant Mom

Rosmawati who was busy watching television, sewot when Maryam suddenly sat next to him, then accidentally put a foot on his lap. "Pijitin!" maryam's orders at will.

"Thank you not your feet! I've calf like a lot of jackfruit gini trees, as if placed on my thigh," hardik Rosmawati while pushing Maryam's leg away from her lap.

"Do you want me to be pregnant again?" reply Maryam casually while repeatedly sipping potato chips from the jar that had been brought by the girl to and fro.

"Alesan you're that, mah! It's actually spoiled!" murmur Rosmawati, then stood leaving Maryam alone on the sofa. He walked into the kitchen while occasionally watching his conjoined twin friends who did not stop chewing it.

"Duh, when only a day he was here, it feels like a year," complained Rosmawati while rubbing her forehead. He took the water from the dispenser and sipped it slowly.

"I drink it too, yak!" a loud pat on Rosmawati's back was engrossed in drinking, making her choke and cough.

"Yes, God of Wrestling. Ampuun!" rosmawati exclaims while stroking the chest. "Now, yes, Princess. It's a dispenser, it's a glass. The distance is only 50 inches from where you stand, just lift your right leg, straighten your hand, nyampe deh glass!" scold it in high notes.

"Lu forgot again, yes, if I was pregnant again," Maryam gave a funny grin as she twirled her index finger right at Rosmawati's face.

"Denger yes, Mumun! Bodo really want you pregnant cake, want to stay, want to ajeb-ajeb, I don't care! Because what? Because you nyusahin! My mother was pregnant how many times, she still rickshawed. The proof, his children are on healthy and happy all! Every year brojol even," cerocos Rosmawati.

"Yee, that was me! If it is different now. The earth is getting old, Jem," said Maryam innocently as if without sin.

"What's the connection, Mun? Well, my dizziness. Where the Panda is overtime again," Rosmawati began to whine. He deliberately circled every corner of the apartment room to avoid Maryam who always followed him, but to no avail. The girl continued to follow in her footsteps.

“Jem, why isn't it? Cape I followed you, I'm pregnant again. Said aa Jamie, I can not cape and must always maintain food intake, do not let the utun inyi in my stomach until starving, and,” said Maryam while stroking her stomach that is not too big.

"Who told you to follow me? Diem in the corner, napa?" Rosmawati grunted in annoyance. Her lips seemed to be moving like a skirt in the wind.

“Elu yes, pregnant do not get pregnant nyebelinya the same. Astagfirullah, what sin should I meet with people like gini,” he lamented while continuing to stroke the chest. However, Maryam even smile while continuing her beautiful snacking for the sake of the baby in the stomach.

“Sini deh I inject your big toe, so you can cepet pregnant rich me. If we get pregnant together, then we can be born together as well. Our children will become good friends like Spongebob and Patrick,” Maryam chatter while sitting on the sofa. “Eh, jam. Ambilin I pillow dong, pegel it on my back. Well, it turns out gini yes it feels pregnant,” she said again. He ceaselessly made Rosmawati feel arrogant.

However, instead of obeying orders from Maryam, Rosmawati instead sat on a chair near the long sofa where Maryam was. “Eh, Mun. You can get pregnant rich like that after how many times the frying process?” ask Rosmawati curiously. “Pake style what level?” ask her plain again.

“You want to know, Mun?” rosmawati's tone began to rise because she was upset with the pregnant woman's behavior.

Mary looked over and smiled innocently. As usual he showed his innocent, adorable little face like Molly. A moment later, Maryam shook her head . “You know that I'm forgetful, especially in a gini pregnancy. My brain is not strong if forced to think hard. Jamie said, I have a lot of rest and rest. I also ...”

Rosmawati moved from her seat in annoyance. He even snorted in annoyance while kicking the bottom of the sofa. That Madame Hayder passed into her room grumbling. “Kapan mr. Edder is back from Liverpool? Eneg me long-time!” Rosmawati slammed the door of her room.

While Maryam again enjoy potato chips while occasionally rubbing her stomach. “Dengerin mommy yes, son. Don't let you become rich-tempered Ijem. People who like to get angry are ugly,” said Maryam. “Eh, but .. Ijem ko matenya cute huh? Oh, maybe Ijem gets an exception.” Maryam sniggers to herself.

Rosmawati is really stressed. He spent a long time living with Mary. However, for some reason now his conjoined twin friends feel increasingly annoying and troublesome. “Mun, Mun's. Not in the past, not now, you still make my head twitch,” complained Rosmawati while laying on the mattress while staring at the ceiling of the room. The concern started to drift unnoticed.

"Where do you think you're pregnant?" Rosmawati began rubbing her flat stomach. "Who will my son look like, huh? Hopefully handsome like a Panda," he murmured again.

"Oh, Panda. Why not go home, anyway?" the girl started to get upset. Rosmawati then stood up and decided to leave the room. She saw Maryam who had fallen asleep on the sofa while hugging the snack jar, while her mouth was full of crumbs. His recumbent position reminds Rosmawati of his little sister, Nining's pet cat. The cat also has the same sleeping habits as Maryam when full.

Before long, the door of the apartment suddenly opened. Mehmet walked in with a cheerful face, though the shirt he wore was a little disheveled. "Assalamualaikum, ya Azizaa (my dear)," he said affectionately.

"Your father!" Rosmawati immediately rushed into her husband's arms. Enveloped athletic body was tight, until Mehmet had difficulty breathing.

"My love, what's up?" mehmet asked as he tried to let go of Rosmawati's hand that was coiled around her body.

Rosmawati, who had originally placed her face on Mehmet's chest, now looked up and looked at her husband closely. "Panda," he called her soft. His eyes turned soft.

"Why else, my dear? You had a fight with Mary?" guess Mehmet.

Rosmawati shook her head strongly. "Panda," he whined again.

"Yes" Mehmet said with patience. I don't know how many patient stocks Zayn Malik kw 1 has.

"My family," whispered Rosmawati lirih, but enough to make the feathers of Mehmet bristling.