Still By Your Side's
08. Shirt Fittings

After going through a series of processes that are quite draining, Zee and Zico have finally finished registering the marriage. The document states that Zee and Zico are legal spouses by country.

Is this as easy as getting married?

"Darling? Wh why? Is there dizziness, pain, or nausea?" Gentle sophistication of Zico, jerking Zee's daydream. The woman was made to blink for a while.

"No, that's-"

"We continue to fittings. You're tired, aren't you?" Zee snorted bitterly with Zico's simple speech immediately changed the vocabulary. As if calling Zee's heartfelt affection had become his wife in writing.

Good Lord! Why is gini? After ten years of breaking up, why did Zee end up marrying Zico?

"Zee's? Your face is shot. Want to go home?"

Zee reflexes glaring. "Whose house?"

"Oh, yes, yes. To your boarding house means,"

Zee grunting. "No need. I'm not pa-pa. He said he wanted a fitting? Now it's just."

"Related?" Zee nodded, honestly reluctant. "Aren't you tired?" Zee shook his head. "Yes, come on!" With a gentle touch, Zico clasped Zee's hand and took her away from the civilian listing site.

Right behind Zico, Zee silently watched his strapping back. So wide and sturdy. Never imagined, Zico who during High School he once dumped, now even become her husband and father of the fetus he was conceived.

It was like a dream during the day.

"I'm gonna park the car first. Inget, don't go anywhere! If until you wander let alone lost, watch out!" Zico squinted, hoping to make Zee shrink and not dare to break his words.

Unfortunately, Zee is still Zee. The woman pretended not to listen with a focus on going nowhere.

"Dam!" Zico's call was met with a long snort by Zee. He still refused to meet with Zico.

"If you're still thinking about running away, get ready to get pregnant with each mallem!" Hearing the threat clearly made Zee glare at Zico. His face flushed with annoyance.

"Do you want me to get pregnant with every malem?"

"Yeah, ain't going nowhere! It's a real onion." Zee folded both arms in front of the chest, still with heightened emotions.

"Basic plin-plan! He said 'me-you'. Sook-sokan all pake calling dear. Turn diem back to factory suit. Labile." Zee grumbled as Zico was about to turn away.

And, yeah. Zee's grumbling resulted in Zico facing him again with an unpredictable expression.

Feeling that Zico was still not moving, Zee looked up. "Say you want a car markirin? There!"

"Ooh, you dare to command now?" One corner of Zico's lips was attracted. His tall body began to be aligned with Zee. "It's about being a wife." Flinched, Zee threw away his face.

"Yes, I'm back on a motorcycle." Panicked, Zico immediately enforced his position. Standing in the way of Zee who was ready to escape.

"Geez, can't!"

"So he doesn't like to be told? Yes, get out there! I still have legs, I have hands, I have sense, I can go home without lo!" Suddenly, Zee's voice sounded fierce. Zico, who just wanted to tease Zee, ended up sprayed.

"That's not what I mean, Yang." Zico softened. Afraid of Zee actually going home alone due to emotions.

"Whatever!"

The word sacred has been launched. Zico is so confused should what if Zee has sulked like this? Zico regrets having teased the sensational Zee.

"Which, don't be mad dong! Joking doang. We just registered marriage, when do you want to divorce directly? Yes, yes, he did. We're gonna want a suit fitting. After that, we still have to meet my family, Yang. Yes, yes, please! Sorry!" For the first time, Zico fell in front of someone. The man lowered his ego slightly, afraid that Zee would actually leave him. It's been ten years Zico's life without Zee. On this occasion, no matter what happens, Zico will not let go of Zee.

"Fitting your own clothes. I'm tired, I'm going home!"

"Dear tired? Want me to carry, hm?" Zico's temperament was still strongly persuaded his wife was witnessed by people passing by around them.

There are those who chuckle with anxiety, there are also those who just glance. The young couple seemed to be involved in a small debate.

"Darling, don't dong! I'm a carry, huh!?"

"Ck, don't want to!"

"Keep what? Go home, don't need fittings, do you?"

"I don't know."

Mampos!

Women are the most difficult creatures to understand on earth.

"Which, don't sulk!" Not wanting to give up so easily, Zico continued to persuade Zee by all means.

Forgive God! Zico promises not to make Zee sprain again until like this!

"I don't know, ah! There, park the car! Uh, forgot. I don't like being told. Yes already, leaving for the fittings of each. Share the address." Zee is still with a mounting ego and resentment. I don't know. Zee also doesn't know why it's this emotional for Zico.

"Don't dong, Yang! Yeah, I parked the car first, yeah! But don't go! We go together. Okay?"

Zee grunted again. Willing to refuse and rebel again, Zee felt a little unbearable with the expression of Zico melas. The stiff guy can only be human when he is with Zee.

"Yes already. Waiting here."

"Not going home first, are you?"

"No. Just don't be long,"

"It won't be long, five minutes. Wait here, huh?"

Zee clucked lazily. "Yeah, Zicooo!"

...****...

Arriving at the fitting place, Zico immediately moved agilely down every corner of the wedding dress to wear Zee later on their happy day. The net is so focused on looking from the form, style, materials and ornaments that will make the wedding dress look beautiful and stunning on the next day.

While Zee, the woman continued to tail behind. Zee doesn't have the spirit of Zico. Zee just wanted to go home and sit back. What are these sudden clothes fittings?

Though Zico might not need this serepot.

"Darling, what is this?" Zico stopped the move. Standing in front of a statue of a headless mannequin wearing a beautiful wedding dress that is more highlighted by her beauty from the waist down. The skirt of her own dress looks bloated like the disney princess dress. For at the top looks pretty close the chest and more accentuate the impression of plain shoulders.

"Good, but not."

"You want to try first?" Zico's question, invites a sense of panic. Want Zee to refuse raw but unable.

And, as can be easily guessed, Zee is currently trying on the dress in the dressing room. Not alone, Zee accompanied by an assistant shopkeeper to help put on clothes.

Just as the curtains were open, Zee began to reveal the dress she was wearing. Deliberately posed lightly with the intention of asking Zico's opinion.

"Comfortable, no?" The first question that came out of Zico's mouth. Sontak Zee shakes. "Narrow in the abdomen, huwek!" Spontaneous Zee smothering her mouth. The beautiful wedding dress is too narrow in the stomach area to make it a little nauseous.

Rushing Zico approached Zee and led her to take off the dress. Before that, Zico drew the curtain first.

"Is this really narrow?" Zee nodded, still trying to hold on as his stomach continued to rebel wanting to vomit.

"Zico, help get off! Make nausea, huwek!"

Some of the store employees who served were astonished by each other. Not with Zico because he knows Zee's condition. After lowering the back zipper, then Zee can breathe freely. His stomach no longer felt stuffy.

"Didn't you hear? Want to try something else?" Zee shuddered. "Pengen rest first. Tired!" Adu Zee's. Zico sighed in resignation while nodding. Then handed over the wedding dress that Zee had tried on to one of the store maids.

"Sorry, my wife is pregnant. Can I get the one I pointed at?"

"Sure, Sir! Immediately I'll get it." The waiter picked up another dress.

Behind the curtains that were still closed, Zee muttered furiously. "Zico, I don't want to!"

"Yes, make it later. Now put on your shirt. Let's take a break." Grunting, Zee again according to. In front of the large mirror before him, Zee silently reflected looking at his stomach from the side.

And, it still looks flat. Sometimes Zee rubbed it out of curiosity. Unwittingly his activities were witnessed by Zico who accidentally peeked through the gap of the curtain. Zico's smile was imprinted looking at Zee's movements.

"Sir, here's the dress." The shopkeeper who was asked to get the dress has returned. Zico's focus is split. I immediately took over the dress. "Thank you!" Then Zico re-entered the curtain where Zee was still not wearing his clothes. Just underwear. The woman was still unaware of Zico's arrival and was still faithfully playing with her queen's belly.

"Zee?" Gasps, Zee turns around. Both corners of his lips were stiffened. Hurrying to reach back his clothes that were hung not far from the position.

"Gu-gue wants to put on a shirt first. Lo out, please!"

One eyebrow of Zico raised. "Why?"

Zee took a breath while poking her lips. In the next second, a long breath is then exhaled. "Ziko!" Zee's spoiled call pulls one corner of Zico's lips.

"Try reading again like that,"

"Huh-huh?!" Zee again gasped as Zico suddenly positioned his body back against the mirror. Right behind, Zico stood up while hugging Zee's stomach. Swiping it gently until it leaves its own amused trail.

"Zi-zico's." Zee's body shook withstanding the strange whirring. His breathing is irregular. Hope Zico immediately stops his faithful hand from touching his sensual belly.

"The next few months our child candidates will be growing here. I can't wait for that day, Zee."

"Zico, I want to put some clothes on. Take off!"

Chuckling, one spoiled kiss landed on Zee's left cheek. "Hm. This dress doesn't want to be tried?" Zico showed off the dress.

Zee shook his head while wearing his clothes. Fuck Zico who's still in place. Zee doesn't care anymore. After all, they've been through everything. Nothing needs to be covered anymore. Yes, even though Zee is still a little embarrassed because through the reflection of the mirror in front of him, Zico's eyeballs are so focused on Zee's body.

"Sorry, yes! I want to make a special dress for you, but, the time is not enough." Zico came back to Zee, feeling that the woman had finished dressing.

Zee silently smiled knot. His face slightly lowered for a moment. After a few seconds, Zee turned to face Zico. "Gue's sorry! You don't need this serepot"

"Dam!" The warning calls were met with a confused reaction. Helaan breath riled up and Zico exhaled. "The call is 'me-you'. Don't 'lo-gue'."

Zee pouting. "Geli, know!"

Zico's narrowed gaze made Zee squeak and snort. "Yeah, I'm sorry! You shouldn't bother."

"I don't bother. I want to give my wife the best."

^^^To be continued...^^^