Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
Dream daughter-in-law

Time continues to roll, the age of the content of Arum stepped six months. The first pregnancy may also be a trigger for Arum to laziness, until eating must be from the hands of Randu. Manja, that's the right word for Arum when he was next to Randu. Not even less than Sabrina, Arum completely forbade her husband to leave. The baby in the womb is female, and it is as Arum wanted, despite refusing about the match, Arum still fully hopes God granted it. 

Randu's affection has indeed replaced his parents, Arum is too comfortable with the figure he just knew a few months ago, and suddenly the two decided to get married and then date. It feels amazing, and it is beauty above all else. 

Randu again noticed the food Arum which again only eaten a quarter. 

"It seems like you ate a little lunch, so now you have to eat a lot." Randu grabbed Arum's plate and fed it slowly.

With no answer, Arum accepted her husband's service without protest. She knew it was best for herself and the baby. 

Feeling full, Arum raised his hand, giving the code a stop. 

Arum drank the milk that bi Nori made a few minutes ago by force. He did not like the drink, but because the baby Arum had to sacrifice. 

"Mas, later our son's name is Raisya huh?" 

Randu stopped his activities and scrunched his forehead. "How come you're ready to name our son, can I?" ask Randu curiously. 

Arum publishes a sweet smile, whether when and where the name comes from, which Arum certainly likes. 

"It's okay, the name is beautiful. And I want her to be a good girl." A wish from a mother, and it is very noble. 

A kiss landed on Arum's forehead. "Surely, she'll be just like you, beautiful, friendly and quick to make people fall in love." The second kiss landed on Arum's cheek. 

''And another one, the daughter-in-law of every in-law's hope."

Finally, Randu has kept his promise to the mother, giving her a daughter-in-law according to her wishes. Although his mother could not see him directly, Randu was able to live quietly and not haunted by guilt anymore.

Arrived Arum smiled as he looked at the face of Randu sitting beside him. The shadow of the past again flashed again filled her brain, Arum wanted to tease her husband who used to be very stiff, exactly a broomstick. 

"Why? What's so funny?" Randu looked at his own clothes. Nothing is strange. The money as usual, the clothes he wore were also Arum's favorite. 

Randu pulled out his chair, eroding the distance between the two. Arum couldn't laugh at him, and he was much more able to bring Arum to his knees. 

"Don't you remember, did I ever make coffee?"

"Which one? Doesn't coffee make you every day?"

"Our time was not married, it was in the store" Arum explained. 

"What tastes salty?"

Turns out Randu's brain can still think clearly about the incident. 

Arum nodded his head quickly. "I was on purpose, wanting to see Mas's expression when I was angry."

"But failed, right?"

Arum blurted his lips, although his face was very flat and scary, Randu could not get as angry as he wanted. 

Arum grabbed onto Randu's hand and grasped it tightly. 

"Mas, until our baby is born you don't stay with me?"

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Randu's heart beats violently, whether he means what, which is certainly like there is an oddity with the word Arum.

Arum holds Randu's chest. True, he also felt the heartbeat was still racing quickly. 

"What is heart disease?" 

This is what Randu can not be far from Arum, with his innocence his wife is able to pull herself plunged in his love bubble. 

"No, my heart is normal. But my broken heart can fall in love with you. The hooded girl who had dared to come to my heart."

Arum became embarrassed to hear her husband's words. 

Randu finished off Arum's remaining food, and it was common since he got married.

Randu carried Arum's body and took him to the room. Lay it down quietly and cover it. As usual, before going to bed Randu continued to fight with romantic words while both were on the bed, and sometimes ended up with a bed scene, but it also often ends with Arum sulking because her husband's babble sounds unreasonable. 

Something seems different about that night. Arum shakes his body until the two are no distance.

Arum placed Randu's hand on his stomach which began to move. 

"What is this, honey? How can you move?" ask Randu with his stupidity. 

Arum bites Randu's hand with all his might, hoping that her husband's brain is smart again.

"Right, I don't know?"  

Randu stroked his hand, clearly visible bite marks of the wife who felt pain. 

"This is our son, Mas. He has started to be active, that means Mas has to invite him to talk" Arum explained. 

Pandu mangosteen understood, for the beginning of finally Randu said his greetings, as Mahesa did to Sabrina, Randu was immediately nonsense, and occasionally bragged with his baby. 

"Don't be a pervert, Mas," Arum's message that began to close his eyes, he did not want Randu to talk strangely with his daughter like Mahesa, the teacher from all directions. Randu giggled, now Arum was more sensitive and continued to remind with his lips are often flabbergasted. 

Randu digests every word that comes out of Arum's lips, and according to him the latter is the code to the struggle.

Randu close his lips on Arum's cheeks trying to tease the wife who began to drown in a dream. 

"Honey, tonight I want to look at our son" whispered Randu in a clear voice. 

Arum snorted annoyed, he wanted to be pampered, but when the night changed position Randu was the more spoiled and asked for rations from him. 

"But our son does not want to be looked at by his father" Arum said without opening his eyes. 

Arum held back a laugh imagining the face of Randu who must have frowned. 

Randu furrowed his eyebrows, pinched Arum's nose who spoke of origin, where there was such, and it was not included in any legislation, including in the affairs of the bed.

But it does not discourage Pandu who has harbored desires, he continues to judge Arum, with the shrewdness of Randu's hands have crept everywhere.

Finally Arum's laughter broke out as Randu tickled her, with impolite hands Randu had already barged into her clothes. 

"Mas, stop! amused," whined Arum while pulling Randu's hand away from him. 

"Either, don't make a move, if you think I'm getting impatient."

Without cue Randu began his role as a husband who gave an inner living.