A. N. S
Pregnant Mother Syndrome

Hi..kak. sorry long time no update. Mak author is still engrossed in the world of Maya trade. Hihah.....

Let's finish the story of ANS next.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ahmad, how is Falya ?" Call the Yeti lecturer from across town.

"Alhamdulillah start to fall, this ma'am. Unconditioned. More sleep and nausea vomiting in the morning."

"Alhamdulillah, be patient Ahmad. Be a moment Father. It's so Innate Pregnant Mother."

"Yes, Mom. In Shaa Allah be patient."

"Oiya, here's the info from the rectorate. It's the same Falya graduation two weeks away. About strong yes, Falya followed the graduation procession ?"

"He's if the morning after nine o'clock is okay, ma'am. If lunchtime starts that booty action."

"Wisuda later Falya still have to come, Ahmad. If he can't be represented."

"I represent you, Mom. Later if Falya is not strong."

"Well then, I'll pass it to the rector."

"Yes, Mom. Thanks in advance."

"Together, Ahmad."

The clutch of the telephone handle from across was disconnected as a sign of the end of the conversation. "Alhamdulillah finally found a solution." Ahmad muttered in his heart.

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"Assalamu'alaikum, wheh mas wife at this hour just woke up ?"

"Look, the guy slept at ten. The one in the stomach. Until Ndak can do anything. He is sure to work just talking while sitting just don't want to. Hmmmm..." I snorted while rubbing my face because I just woke up at dluhur hour.

"Hey, don't do that. The boy is trustworthy. What you do later he laughs just as much in your nature. If you complain of anger, you can be temperamental... Oh, baby, don't be like this anymore." Mas Ahmad approached me while gently stroking my hair and kissing my forehead.

"Trus work how dong, mas. Three full months I'm stoned ? Couldn't get the pocket money." When our eyes are clinging to my forehead.

"That's just been said to grumble again. Patience darling. There should be a lot of smiles."

"Hmmm......"

"But yes Ndak is just that. The marketer is my life. " I chose silence not to discuss anymore. Let you continue this thought.

Mas Ahmad was confused to pay attention to me because he did not continue the conversation. Finally he tried to start the conversation again.

"Honey, just now the Yeti lecturer called."

"Yes, mas. How ?" When I was, at this hour there was no syndrome of pregnant women. It'll be lunch hour. Just look at the stunted action.

To my surprise with his action. Made to eat not want to drink him back out again. Astaghfirullah bumil could be months here. But after lunch hour bumil giras again. I just want to eat fruit.

" You still follow the graduation procession, later if you feel not strong. Who replaced you."

"Alhamdulillah. Lhoh means the name Falya so dong man. I keep saying that I'm not strong to keep running again. Is that the length of the graduation ?"

"You will sit sweetly with Ibuk and Nissa as well."

"Later to wear a robe, do not wear jeans Ndak good for pregnant women !" Warning mas Ahmad is so unfortunately the same with me and his baby.

Allah Masyaa... Allah has not mishandled you for me. (And I'm wrong because I didn't agree with your proposal).

"Yes..."

"Honey, pray dluhur there. I prayed in the office."

"Yes..... Now how to be a bawel huh...?"

"Who ?"

"Maz ANS....!" he reached for my waist and kissed the pregnant mother as I was about to head to the bathroom in the room.

"Yes, you know that Ndak diginiin ngeyel." He kissed softly the bumil lips.

Tok...tokkk. That economic boy Lo...

"Alhamdulillah my congratulations from pakmil syndrome. It's over but you want to wudlu...!" Ahmad smiled with disappointment.

"Just disturb the boy. Later on, baby. You pray there." I passed while flirting with a blink of one eye. Tinggg...