THE ANGEL OF THE CREATOR
Chapter 111

After waiting for a while, a doctor came out of the action room. Azzam immediately approached her with a feeling so very worried.

" Dok, how's my wife?" Strictly, Azzam immediately asked the condition of the wife.

" Master Azzam?! Charles, Charles Demico." The doctor mentioned his name very clearly, as if he was showing his true identity to Azzam.

" Demico?... Ah, it was you." Azzam closed his eyes for a moment to remember something.

" At last, you remember too. Your wife? Ah you always win from us." Charles muttered casually, it made Jaka and bik Ipah surprised.

" You're as crazy as that one human being, yes. She's my wife, the woman who conquered me. How's he doing?"

" Hahaha, just calm down. Your wife is fine, only her blood pressure is very low. You seem to be asking her to exercise too often. Make him tired and make something." Charles in such a crisp tone, his rasanum was eager for him to laugh.

" you mean?" Azzam frowned, until it was clear that the folds were.

" Fuck you! What else does your sport bring, huh! Don't tell me you don't know if your wife is pregnant?!" With his eyes widened, Charles looked at Azzam very sharply.

" A a pa you said, pregnant?! Wife pregnant?" Azzam was very surprised by Charles' statement being spoken to him.

" Jeez! Shocked, she was pregnant. What if it wasn't that, you'd still be crazy." Charles turned his face lazily, looking at the facial expression Azzam showed him.

Not felt, clearly visible in the corner of his eye. The tears of happiness greeted him again, Azzam smiled at the happy news. Ipah and Jaka also dissolve in the joy of their master, they also feel happiness with their miss pregnancy.

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When the lesson time was over, Ansel was just sitting under a tree in his school garden. Enjoy the blowing of the wind that hit, while staring at his friends who are busy playing. Waiting for an invitation that would take them home, Arick could only accompany his brother in silence.

" Eh there's a great-granddaughter, play yuk!" Take Arick.

" E, my name is Citra. Not the great-grandson of Arick, I'm a rat called a great-grandchild." The image crossed and showed his unfortunate face.

" Sweetie, let's call him easily. Anyway, go home there. Just make it dizzy with your nagging, tuh. My brother's face is a bete!" Arick pulled his lips, making himself look very cute.

" Arick! You're a hell of a bitch, Ansel. Look Arick, he's such a bitch!" Citra complains to Ansel about Sikao Arick to her.

" You're both annoying, so shut up. It's noisy!!" Ansel answered Citra's words with a very thin tone.

It made Citra look at him sharply and grumbled at Ansel's attitude, then he immediately passed from the twin men when the person who picked him up had arrived. Suddenly a woman approached them.

" Hello handsome kids." Greet the woman.

" Assalamu'alaikum aunt, not hallo. " Arick answered the woman's words with a sharp glance.

" Oh well, Assalamu'alaikum." The woman repeated her words.

" Ra'alaikumussalam." Answer the two twin brothers.

" Can you sit down?" Ask the woman.

" May aunt, we're going too. Hye!" Arick and Ansel move from their seats, seeing that Jaka has arrived to pick them up.

Akh, Shit! The same kid his parents are, it sucks. But I won't fail for the next one. Marshy.