Billionaire's Secret Son-in-law
The Bucin

...Maybe our love started with an unpleasant thing but right now that love comes by itself and makes me fall into my arms. ...

...~Abraham Barraq Al - Khfi...

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The lips that were initially curled down spontaneously smiled widely. The eyes that were full of disappointment were now shining brightly.

Aufa even got out of bed and walked towards her husband because she could not believe that his wish would be well fulfilled by him.

"really right? You're not angry? You're not… "

"Ustt!" Abraham covered his wife's lips with his index finger.

His head shook then he wrapped his hands around his very waist the wife comfortably.

"Make you and our child. Whatever I'll do. Even though I can't. There's a mother who's gonna help me. There's a long time faithful here to help me, too. So don't ever think you're bothering me. Okay?" The words of Abraham that made Aufa moody.

He did not expect to be met by a man as good as Abraham. He did not expect to have a husband who really always obeyed his wishes. Although it is strange, even at night. Her husband was always on alert for her.

It turns out that God gave way and met him with the figure of a man who loved him very much. It turned out that the path of love he never expected would be this good.

Behind the hatred between them. Their meeting was completely unplanned. There was a sweet story after that.

"You're a good father-to-be. You need to stay healthy, honey. You must be healthy and keep eating you for me and our son."

"Of course, hon. I will keep myself together" said Abraham, who made Aufa nod. "Let's get down. Your stomach will hurt if you don't eat right away."

The couple walked together. Their hands clasped each other and headed to the kitchen. There were some people who were seen moving around until everything stopped as he and Abraham approached.

"Is there anything we can help you with, sir?" Greet the servants politely.

Clock like this is indeed the kitchen will be used by the waiter to prepare dinner.

"Auntie," Call Abraham to a middle-aged woman among the servants.

"Did Auntie have flour to make cookies and butter?"

"What siege, sir?" Ask Aunt with a frown.

"Grand flour" said Abraham.

"Gentleman wants to make what?"

"Schurros, Bi. Is there?"

"There was. A minute!" The aunt walked up to the closet shelf above. He opened the shelf and picked up the flour that churros could make.

"This, Sir. Is this for Madam?"

"Yes. My wife is cravings. He wants to eat churros" said Abraham with zeal.

"All the ingredients seem to exist, sir. This butter," said Bibi honestly. "Does the madam want us to make it?"

Aufa spontaneously shook her head. The woman looked at Abraham who was also looking at her.

"I want my husband to make it" said Aufa honestly.

"Wah Madam cravings sir cooking yes. Alright. We just prepare the materials. Hows it? Can I?"

Aufa nodded. "Auntie can help him too. Aufa was sure Abraham could not make it himself."

Abraham laughed at his wife's words, but he admitted it. What Aufa said was true. He was not too sure about making the food himself because as he remembered, Abraham had eaten but that he bought at a cafe.

"So Aunt can help him. Just aunty there's nothing else!"

"Alright, Wife. Aunty will help me and you." Pause Abraham by pulling a chair and help his wife to sit. "You should sit down. Don't wait for me to stand here."

~Connected