Siri Sir Doctor's Wife
The Son of Sultan

Now the content of Kinar has entered in the fourth month. Her stomach was already rounded like a seven-pulan pregnancy. This time, she was carrying twins. Alan himself was one year old, and began to actively walk. Removed a little directly to lose track of the active toddler.

"Kin, why? Is her face sad?" asked Sonia's mother to look at Kinar who had a gloomy face by staring at the phone screen.

"Ma, I want to buy penguins, but no one is selling them. How dong!" sahut Kinar shows an Instagram account featuring pictures of two pairs of funny pingnguins.

"Good God, Mama thought why. You cravings?" said Ms. Sonia sitting on the empty sofa beside Kinar.

"Pingnguin's guardian, Ma!" whining Kinar with a sad face.

"Hadeh. Already, call your husband there! Ask him to buy penguins," said Sonia's mother stroked the distended stomach of Kinar.

"But Mas Radit is working, Ma!"

"Well, she's the one who's pregnant with you, so ask for her." Sonia's mother replied as she stared at the television screen that featured gossip shows.

"OK!" Kinar opened his cell phone to contact the husband.

"Mas!" yell out Kinar when the call is connected.

A grumpy voice rang out across the phone.

"Yes, Kin? Go to the operating room now. Call me again!" radit voice then calls are cut off.

"Mass? Mas... H ngeselin!" kok nar threw his phone upset next to the sofa.

"Why?" ask Sonia's mother confused.

"Dimatiin with Mas Radit!" Kinar scowled wryly.

"Already! Samperin went to the hospital and brought him penguins. Invite Alan too, he seems to be bored at home continues," suggested Sonia's mother.

"Good idea, Ma! Ok, I'm ready to jerk off!" exclaims Kinar happy with the idea of the in-laws.

Kinar went to the room to get ready. He uses a dress limited to his calves, polishing the face with a little powder, and his favorite lipgloss. Not to forget he brought his sling bag to hold his cell phone and wallet.

Kinar was already holding Alan, and prepared to go to his mother-in-law who was in the kitchen to prepare provisions for Kinar to take to the hospital. It's lunch hour.

"Bring the streak. You can't be tired of carrying him. Later down only if he wants to go down," said Sonia's mother took over the grandson and handed the bag to Kinar.

Kinar according to what his mother-in-law said. He also left for the hospital escorted by Mr. Beni. Bi Isah did not come because the middle-aged woman must accompany her mother-in-law at home.

"Sir, don't pick up. Later I go home with Mas Radit," said Kinar when he was delivered to the hospital terrace by Mr. Beni.

"Ok, Ma!" Beni sir was saying goodbye.

Kinar pushes Alan Stroler into the RD Hospital building. Sometimes he replied to the greetings of hospital staff he met. Like the doctor, and the nurse.

"Eh, active boy can't come down first! Later down if it's in your father's room," said Kinar when he would get into the elevator, but Alan was moving in his stroler asked to get down.

"Now, Nda! Well... Well... Yeah!" babble the one-year-old toddler.

"Yes, we'll see Dad! Brother do not go down first, duh Bang do not move later fall!" sweat Kinar, holding the body of the toddler. He could no longer squat because his stomach was already enlarged.

"The light!"

"Sir Lina! Bang, say hello to Aunt Lina!" sahut Kinar to Sister Lina who approached them.

"Well! Well... Well... Well.... " Alan turned to Sister Lina with an unclear chatter.

"Here Kin let me help you! He's going down that!" Sister Lina holds Alan.

"Wanna go to Doctor Radit's room or play in the hospital park?" sister Lina asked when they had entered the elevator.

"He's having an operation again? Wait in his room!" shaut Kinar while pushing Alan's empty stroler.

"So, that's it!" The toddler shook Kinar's arm lying on the hairy carpet that he had just stretched in Radit's room. The bakita himself plays with his toys. Kinar had only walked a little, but his waist was already sore for mercy.

"What, Bang?" tanya Kinar with a pinch of gavel cheek of her son's kingpin.

"Ticks!" The toddler touched Kinar's chest, which Kinar understood if the son asked for milk.

"Oh, milk. Not this one, Bang! Brother's milk is in the bag. Bentar, Mother take it first!"

Kinar rose with distress from his lying position, but the light touch on his waist and his hand held warm by the burly hand made Kinar smile. Rafit helped him sit down.

"Abang, want some milk? It's!" Radit had opened the bag containing Alan's needs, which was on the sofa earlier, giving the baby a bottle of milk.

"Don't you call me if you want to come here?" tanya Radit rubbed Kinar's big belly.

"You brought Mas to buy pingnguin," said Kinar casually.

"Buy pingnguin?" muttered Radit confused.

"Yes. I want to keep pingnguin."

"Pingnguin is not for sale, Kin! We'll see it at the Safari Park, yeah!" persuade Radit gently.

Kinar said, "can't you buy one at the safari park?"

"Nobody takes care of it, baby!"

"Well... Li nguin's...."

Radit turned to the toddler who styled his parents with his innocent eyes.

"The shop wants pingnguin, Mas!" whinek Kinar again.

"But it's a protected animal, Kin! Not for sale, baby! Let's see, yeah! We'll get the doll for the room, how!" talk to Radit again. Ayolaj, it's a protected animal, need permission and others if you want to keep it, and in his house there is no place to keep the animal.

"Good, Mom! Your son craves real pingnguin, where there's a doll, huh!" pissed Kinar.

"Kin, don't make it, dong! Later if the pingnguin dies when we keep it how?"

"Yes, Mas asked the safari park people who want to make the plane at home" said Kinar from the origin

Radit let out his tired breath. Oh, pregnant mom and her amazing cravings process!

"Ok, we'll keep it later!" sahut Radit finally.

"Tomorrow it's there, Mas!"

Radit glared, "Next week, Kin. Mas must take care of the license used to make the same habitat, can not immediately take it."

"OKs. The day after tomorrow or I don't want to sleep in the same room, Mas!"

Radit rubbed his frustrated face. Gosh, how impatient is this one pregnant woman. Meanwhile, Kinar smiled happily impatiently waiting for the cute animal. One-year-old toddler was not disturbed by the negotiations of his parents, he was busy with his own toys.

...Seriate.......