
After getting tired of swimming they went into their respective rooms to bathe and change clothes.
At one o'clock in the afternoon all had gathered at a large dining table that was enough for five pairs of couples who had just finished shooting maternity.
Dawn has ordered a variety of dishes for all of them. And the hotel employees have prepared everything well for the hotel owner.
Ela, Keysha, Ditha, Sintia and Catherine stared at all the food on the table with their mouths open.
"Mouth on the lid, your saliva already wants all right" said Disil who understood that the mothers comingsoon hungry heavy.
"You ordered all this food yank?" ask Ela.
"Yes" answered the brief Dawn.
"Pity you are my beloved husband. You really understand that me and your children are hungry from now on" said Ela happy.
"Just like, baby, let's eat" asked Fajar.
They take their own sitting positions. A large table is enough for ten people. With the help of several hotel services ready to serve the best hotel food that afternoon.
Not only are the mothers starving, the men are hungry too. Moreover, their energy was drained to lift their wives during the photo shoot.
"good luck to all the Fa of this food" praised Disil.
"What's hungry?" aby Syndicate.
"Yes two - both By" replied Disil.
"Why are you so serious about eating it that you don't talk about it?" ask her husband.
"I'm hungry baget yank, just a second yes, fill the tank first" replied soft Dawn.
"Where not hungry, finish lifting the barrel" ledek Disil.
"Sirik very much Bambang, my husband did not mind. Want my body as big as anything he cool - cool. Isn't that yank?" reply Ela.
Dawn just gave her thumbs up while continuing to eat.
"The photographer's back El? because we are so hungry we forget them.. They must be hungry too" said Ditha.
"Yes, they will be wet - wet was also in our photo pond" continued Sintia.
"Yes, I forgot, I feel sorry for them" Keysha said.
"Maaaas" call Ela.
"Udah yank, I told you to eat at the hotel restaurant. They are free to order and eat any menu as our thanks" replied Fajar.
"Thank you, you're the best.
They continued their lunch.
" aaaaw.... " Ela screams in pain.
Make everyone stop eating and stare at Ela.
"Why are you El?" ask Aby who is actually Ela's twin sister. He looks worried.
"What's wrong, your stomach hurts?" ask Fajar with a more worried face.
"Maaasa your child." said Ela.
"Why our son?" tanya Fajar was getting scared to see his wife in pain.
"Our son kicked Mas" replied Ela.
"Oh yeah?" Dawn was shocked and immediately held onto Ela's stomach.
"Yes Allah is very strong kick them" said Fajar.
"Yes the Fa, your three children inside" Keysha replied.
"Alhamdulillah there is nothing. I thought you were contracting El in pain" said Aby relieved.
"Still five months By kok already contraction" welcome Disil.
"Who knows why, Ela screamed. I'm a person who wants to give birth" Rafa continued.
"Thank God not why" said Aby.
Dawn and Ela were again engrossed in their baby's belly and kicks. The others continued their lunch.
"Voldemort's? Who's Voldemort?" ask Rafa curiously.
"Si Rudy's. Si Keket means he should not be named here" replied Ela.
"Yaaah call her Voldemort" Catherine said.
"Yes Ket, you know what?" ask Dawn.
"Well, I'm the builder" Catherine joked.
"Hahahaha.. asiiiik.cave likes to joke" praised Ela who had forgotten the kick in her stomach.
"I saw Ela's paintings in this hotel" Catherine said.
"Opoo kirain really you're a builder here. I almost want to give you an award because it has made this hotel building sturdy" said Fajar.
"Well, you can" Catherine replied.
"Trus the time of your incident, where has the construction of this hotel been? Didn't you guys break up with the company at Voldemort?" ask Rafa.
"You're Raf, follow your wife to say Voldemort" ledek Ryza.
"Well, Voldemort is more famous than Rudy" Rafa replied.
"More famous Rudy. From our grandmother, Rudy's school is famous bro" cut Disil.
"Oh yeah, how famous is Dis?" ask Aby curiously.
"This is Rudy's mother." Oceh Disil.
"Budi Bambaaa. Ih lemes I see your husband Tha" said Ela annoyed while throwing potatoes at Disil.
"Gemes El is not lemes" sedil.
"Well, I'm just as excited as you ueeeeeek.." replies Ela.
They all laughed at the quarrel of Ela and Disil because from the first they never get along, even since they were children always fighting.
"After this time we rest yes, later tonight we have dinner below, I have ordered a good place for us to have dinner" Fajar ordered.
"Dress code yank? " ask Ela.
"This time there are no costumes - costumes or strange ideas - strange again yes. We wear relaxed and polite clothes. If women want to wear a simple dress, too. I think the place is supportive for clothes like that" said Fajar.
"So curious we want to eat where El is" Catherine welcomed.
"Quiet Ket, I'm sure it must be a good place. If the problem is so it is my husband who became CHAMPION. " said Ela while demonstrating the mili style of speech in AADC 2.
"Hahaha.." Keysha's laughter broke. Indeed, if you are with them there are normal talks. Other than the others. Not even Keysha has heard of it.
"Laughter is so cheerful" Aby hugged his wife.
"Yes, I'm really happy today" Keysha replied.
"Oh yeah? our son is not naughty today" Aby stroked his wife's stomach.
"He's very active Mas nendangin I keep" Keysha replied.
"Hey lamaang..you want to be a footballer?" aby whispered towards his wife's stomach.
"No Papa" Keysha replied smilingly.
"So what do you want?" ask Aby again.
"I love the road" Keysha replied again.
"So whatever you are and whatever your wishes as long as it is for the good of Papa agrees and will support you" Aby said affectionately.
"Thank you Papa" Keysha replied.
Finally all finished eating lunch dishes that have been prepared by the hotel chef.
They accompanied his wife to go into the room and then rest. Especially Ela that afternoon she asked for her legs in massage because the weight of her stomach was increasingly felt to make her legs ache faster.
Patiently, Dawn gave a massage to Ela's feet until she fell asleep, and Fajar followed her wife to lie down next to Ela and sleep.
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