
"Sir, Candra Emmerald does have an only child of a male sex. From the age of adolescence, he lived in Russia. After the death of Lord Candra, no one knew the whereabouts and circumstances of the child until now. The media did not lift it. It was likely that there was an intervention from him," explained Bian who got the information from his subordinates.
Tiger frowned, "Who's the boy's name?" tanya Tiger was serious.
"Zero Emmerald's. And we're currently investigating whether Zero Emmerald and Zero Anderson are the same person. We still have to make sure first, sir," said Bian a little doubtful. They cannot judge without strong evidence.
Tiger closed his eyes, the grip of the phone in his hand growing stronger. "I'll wait as soon as possible!" growled Tiger held his voice so as not to exclaim strongly.
Placed his cell phone on the nightstand, he lifted one knee that was immediately crushed by his arm. His eyes closed with his back resting comfortably on the head of the bed.
Before long, Jihan had come out with a bathrobe wrapped in her body. Both beads widened his eyes when he saw the husband sleeping in a sitting position.
"He must not have had time to rest for a second," he murmured with great sweetness.
He immediately swung his legs towards the walk in closet to change clothes. This time, she chose a white polka-dot dress with a black motif. His curves were clearly imprinted, he stood in front of the mirror while upholding his back, gently rubbing his distended stomach with a glaring smile.
"He's getting bigger" muttered Tiger hugging Jihan from behind, propping up his wife's belly.
"Eh, wake up. Sleep again, you must be tired," said Jihan staring at the reflection of their bodies that are not far in front of the mirror.
"I didn't sleep, just closed my eyes for a moment" Tiger replied.
Jihan turned her body. She stared at her husband's pair of red beads of ash, clearly drawn by the fatigue that shimmered from his handsome face.
"Thank you, you've made me panic, worry and happy at the same time" Jihan cupped her husband's cheeks.
"Sorry!" reply Tiger who immediately pressed the nape of the wife so that she freely mastered the lips of Jihan who always teased him.
Unknowingly, Jihan was carried away. Enjoy the fondling of the husband.Tiger's short hair even filled the sidelines of Jehan's fingers. He walked backwards as Tiger continued to attack him.
Not noticeably, Jihan's legs stumbled on the sofa and sat down slowly, as Tiger held back his movements. The entire body of the man had stiffened, especially the lower part that was urgent from earlier wanted to visit his house immediately. However, Jihan's shrieking stomach exclamation made her realize that the woman should eat right away.
Tiger moved his face away, his frowning brows frowned at each other with Jihan, then they laughed together. "But then tell me to clean and eat. But, the charm of your lips beats everything!" said Tiger peeked at his wife's forehead and then stood up.
Jihan only smiled shyly, she grabbed the Tiger arm that was sticking out before her. Help her up, then hold her out of the room.
The couple immediately went to the dining table that had been presented by Tiger's creations and drinks. Jihan sat down after Tiger pulled out a chair for her.
"This is your cooking?" she hesitates to look at her husband.
"Hmmm!" sahut Tiger nodded.
"Slow down" said Tiger, who saw his wife as hungry. But, it's true.
"So, what time did you arrive? How did you cook," asked Jihan in between her meals.
"Nine hours maybe, don't pay too much attention. Cooking gini doang half an hour is also done," replied Tiger who also started to feed the food to his mouth.
Entering the second trimester, Tiger has never experienced morning sickness symptoms again. He sighed in relief, could escape the snare of routine activities that exhausting it.
Jihan put down her spoon, she clasped Tiger's palm with both hands. "You must be tired. I'm sorry, I can only take care of you" she said, not being able to be a good wife.
"I'm wearing your repotin!" the answer was to mess up Jihan's hair. 'So one day, you won't be able to be far from me anymore, ' he continued in his heart.
"Aaaiihh, Papa Tiger is indeed the best!" exclaiming Jihan stared in admiration. Behind the sinister husband, hidden sweet attitude that he never showed anyone.
"Refuse! So much energy. Because after this, I'll take you to sports together!" said Tiger released his hand link.
"Pregnant women can't exercise hard, Tiger," Jihan said.
Next to Tiger's eyebrow raised, "Who said that?"
"It's in the pregnancy guide. What is obtained is a kind of yoga and special gymnastics for pregnant women, "he replied and then sipped her milk that had begun to cool.
"I mean, who says I'm taking up strenuous exercise. You just said uh ah!" tiger without load.
"Pfftttt! Uhuuk!" Jihan choked on the drink after understanding the direction of her husband's conversation.
"Hey, slow down! Reduce sloppy. Ilangin if you can!" tiger spray wiped the face of Jihan who was splattered with milk water.
Jihan's face was of course reddened, she glanced around to make sure no one heard her husband's careless gasps.
"Curl! If you don't use a filter!" whispered Jihan full of pressure while pinching her husband's thigh.
"Adududuuh, sick, honey!" whinek Tiger was furthered and reflexes grasped his wife's wrist.
"Yaudah, don't talk anymore. Directly practice. Come on!" Tiger got up from his seat and pulled Jihan to follow him into the room. Jihan could not dodge, slightly swept following the steps of the husband who seemed impatient.
Bung~
Continued by yourself yes bestiee... has pinter everything, right?? Yes. time enggak,😄😄😘😘