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107. Baby Dede's Name
Days passed, the moon changed, the family nan bucin was still always spreading love between them. Fajri, Fajira's beloved little man looks more handsome and adorable together with his nature that increasingly looks loving and full of warmth, with the, moreover, he was so enthusiastic waiting for the birth of his little sister who he called the baby girl.
Fajri gets a new activity every day that is rubbing the stomach of Fajira who already looks very distended. He stroked the big belly while inviting his sister to talk.
Fajira content has entered at the age of 7 months. The young mother felt a lot of changes that happened to her, very different when pregnant Fajri first.
Fajira and Fajri are currently in the room and are about to rest, because the time has shown at 21:00. But the little man still did not want to close his eyes.
"Mother, if the Dedenya is female, can you call her princes?" tanya Fajri sat on Fajira's thigh while stroking the distended stomach.
"maybe dear" Fajira smiled as she stroked Fajri's head gently.
"wow, can you also give a name to Dede, Mother?" Fajri said more and more enthusiastically
"What do you want to say is Dede's name?"
"hmm, you want to give me the name Firza or Fuji Mother. Let's get our names close"
"No! I don't agree" Irfan said quickly. He just finished the job.
Fajri pursed his lips hearing Irfan's rejection. He stared intently at the big man for being annoyed.
"Yes, my own father is different, not fair at all" said Irfan hugging Fajira while gently rubbing his stomach.
"eh Mommy dedenya motion" cried Fajri and Irfan simultaneously, while Fajira could only grimace holding her stomach due to the sudden movement from inside there, he said, He also held back the shock as the two handsome men shouted simultaneously.
"Is Mother sick?" peeking Fajri with enlarged eyes saw Fajri's expression.
"Father, dear. Mother was just shocked" Fajira smiled Sweet so that Fajri could calm down and not continue to panikan
"Waah dedenya move again, haa means dede agree with father, is it dear" said Irfan happy.
Fajira's stomach again moved and made Irfan increasingly yelling happy.
"what the father said, Dede agreed that the father gave his name" Irfan's face blushed because he was too happy with the response given by the baby in the womb Fajira.
"Mother, Brother, yes who gave the name of Dede baby" said Fajri pleaded
"So I'll look for a name similar to my dad. Yes, yes" she continued with teary eyes.
Really, the little guy is very good at finding a gap in how to make his parents can give what he wants. Irfan just sighed because he was anxious to see Fajri's behavior.
"Fajri" called Irfan and made Fajri look down sad. Irfan became increasingly unable to resist his anxiety.
"Yes, Brother, please choose a good name for Dedenya" said Irfan resigned but he smiled anxiously while scrambling straight hair ala oppa korea owned by Fajri.
"Serious dad?" ask Fajri not to believe.
"Seriously, darling. But his name is not strange"
"Every father. hmm means the prefix of his name is the letter I. hmm..." Fajri thought hard, looking for a suitable name for his little sister.
"haa... You know, how about Ivana's dad? Ivana, Irfan's the same dad?" the little man suddenly said.
"Ivanna? nice name" said Fajira.
"Yes, I agree too, baby. Ivana huh? Called pretty. Hi Ivana" greeted Irfan while gently stroking Fajira's stomach.
"Hai Dede Iva" Sapa Fajri and kissed Fajira's belly.
"Let's sleep again!" Take Fajira.
"Yes Mother. Tomorrow we're gonna go buy Iva bunda's dede kit?" Tanya Fajri sambik walked to her single bed.
"So baby. Tomorrow we go sam-sama yes son"
"Chap Fajri before closing his eyes
"Night too Brother"
Irfan turned off the lights and left only the dimly lit sleeping lights. He hugged the beautiful woman from behind and rubbed her belly gently.
"sad?" call Irfan lirih.
"yes, baby, why?"
Irfan fell silent, his eyes glazed over. He felt a huge loss. Fajira can only sigh heavily, because this is what Irfan does almost every night. Crying behind his back while apologizing.
"Mas, stop! what passes, let it pass, do not regret anything that has happened"
"sorry"
"now we're sleeping"
"yes, baby"
Fajira understood what her husband felt, Irfan felt so guilty because he could not accompany the difficult time Fajira in Fajri's pregnancy time first, although he had said repeatedly, because he had said many times, but the crybaby man did not also want to understand and always glazed if he felt the changes and new movements of the prospective baby.
"Did our son be like this too, dear? is he moving frisky too like this?" the Irfan enthusiast.
"iya Mas, Fajri is also like this, but it seems Dede is more active than brother" said Fajira to calm Irfan while holding back his anxiety.
The pregnant woman gently stroked Irfan's hand on her stomach, inversely proportional to the condition of her husband who always said sorry words. Fajira is more likely to feel great happiness, because his fear has not happened.
They were slapped until morning. By warming each other up makes the little family feel a lot of happiness that appears in his life.
"dick..." Fajira blinked, he felt the mattress left and right, but did not find the bolster of his life here.
Where is Irfan? Fajri is not there either! Did I wake up too late?. Bathin Fajira frowned.
He saw the clock, just showed it at 05:30. It was too early, he thought.
He got out of bed slowly, then walked to the bathroom to refresh himself first. After 10 minutes, he finished his morning ritual. Fajira walks out of the room and heads to the kitchen to make breakfast. He smiled as he rubbed his belly.
"well, son, you can't wait for Dede's birth. Who does Dede look like?. Like dad or like mom? or does Dede look like a brother? hopefully the cold and arrogant nature of the father does not go down, son hehe" said Fajira as he went down the stairs one by one.
He frowned as he listened to the noise he was very familiar with arguing from the direction of the kitchen. Fajira slightly accelerated his path towards the source of the sound.
His eyes were puffed up when he saw Irfan and Fajri had been covered in flour, their faces had looked white and the floor was the same. The kitchen looks more like a broken ship.
"aste father! brother! what're you two?" screeched Fajira and made the two handsome men jump in shock.
They immediately hid what they were doing. Irfan and Fajri could only look at Fajira who had put on her face.
"What are you doing?" Asked Fajira while sitting on a chair, he massaged his head that felt dizzy because he saw what the child and her husband were doing.
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