I'm Not a Mandul Woman

I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 92


"Cayamekum!" a cute and cute girl in her 2s said a greeting, while her parents smiled widely to hear her son's greeting to the host they came to.


"Greetings, beautiful boy!" answer Yulia, Bu Kanti and Shila together.


"Well, there's a great guest, let's go in!" Yulia opened the door wide. She knew what had just come was her husband's best friend.


Now the guests have sat in the living room after shaking hands with each other.


"Sir Yulia, sorry just came! We don't know if Yulia has given birth, and just came now!" The woman wearing a brown robe and a white veil handed a gift to Yulia.


"Okay, I bothered to bother about Diah's mom. Thank you so much, Kadino! So moved! " The five of them had a warm conversation.


"What's wrong, it's just!" smiles and laughter between them.


"Where is Diah's condition the same mas Aam, healthy right?"


"Alhamdulillah as Yulia saw. We're healthy wal afiat."


"Mbak Yulia, introduce me! This is my cousin's sister Raka and this is his future wife. Nuris's name!"


"He is his son Om Rama, Mbak Yulia!" Aam spoke to his wife. Yulia rounded her lips, then smiled.


"Metul, mbak Yulia!"


"They're, in two weeks, having a wedding reception. And we were all giving invitation cards to Yulia and Mas Romi!" Raka then handed him an invitation card in his hand.


"Hi mbak Yulia, greetings yes! Sorry, if I came to deliver the wedding invitation!" raka felt bad.


"Greetings also, Dek Raka, deck Nuris! It's okay, we know Raka's deck dad. Even my mother is the same mother-in-law I subscribe to treatment at the clinic has Om Rama!" obviously then.


"Come with her husband at my wedding!" sahut Nuris, Raka's future wife.


"Gloh Insya, deck! I hope there's no aral blocking, deck!" answer Yulia.


Diah's gaze was now fixed on Yulia's baby stroller, He who had originally sat down and approached her.


"The baby is cute and funny!" comments of the woman who turned out Diah with Aam and Raka with his future wife Raka.


But without hesitation, the cute girl had changed her fad of pouting her face.


"Votes! Unda ndak boyeh hold adekk baby..!" he said with cedal. Her lips pursed, her face flushed, it was raining, and her hands tightly clasped her mother's clothes in reaction as her mother approached the other baby.


"Oh, yes, until you forget... Kaka Uyum try to see the adek funny huh!" Diah tried to persuade her sulking child by holding and getting closer to baby Kia. The baby smiled moving both hands and feet in a stroller made Uyum's anger subside. He also smiled, but when his mother wanted to hold the cheek of baby Kia he exclaimed.


"Unda ndak boyeh hold adekk! Huaoo!" uyum's cry exploded, blasting her tiny lips. Her tears had flooded the smooth cheeks typical of children.


"Oh, apparently Uyum's brother is jealous again, yes!" they all laughed when they saw Uyum crying.


"Dark! Though Mother wants to hold the baby, just for a moment." complained Diah. Diah's husband, Aam, is invisible. He moved because he had met Romi.


"Come here, same Om Raka! Yuk in front there is his friend try acquaintances first continue to play together!" Take the handsome young man with them. And strangely Uyum immediately fainted and reached out both hands to carry his Omnya. Raka then took some tissue to wipe the tears and saliva of Uyum.


They both went out to the front porch. Followed by Nuris, the girl who is with them.


"Hi, girl!" greeting the young man named Raka to Shila who is engrossed in playing his own doll. Shila looked up, looking at the little girl in Raka's arms.


"You know this, this is Uyum, if whose brother?" stretched out a tiny hand of Uyum to shake hands with Shila.


"My name is Shila!"


"Well, big brother's name is good, can't you if Uyum's sister plays with her dolls?"


"Please Om!"


"Eh, it's not the doll, it's this little brother!"


"Yes yes, Shila knows what Om is!" sewot Shila and instantly jutek-faced. His lips pursed, making Raka and the girl with him laugh.


"Funny is Shila! Don't be that dong! Ntar Omnya fear!" The two adults chuckled.


"H, Beb! Don't bother!"


" Will we have a boy or a girl, Beb? I really want a cute girl like a baby Uyum and big cute like this Shila!" Nuris mentoel Shila's chin.


Nuris said with a laugh.


Now they sit on the porch four.


"Dek Shila don't be so fierce, huh! Ntar Om kiss you that fierce!" canda Raka is still teasing Shila.


"Can't! Mother said, only Mother's same father Grandmother can kiss Shila, because Shila is already big!" again with ferocity.


"Now, this is a doll for you, Uyum!" Uyum looked at Shila unblinking, for a moment Shila's hand holding out the puppet hung in the air.


"Come, Uyum! On the pinjemin doll is Shila's sister. Take dong!"


Doubtfully Uyum took it, then drowned her embarrassed face at Raka and hugged her om neck.


Not long after he turned his head and found Shila smiling at him, Uyum also smiled shyly and released a hug on Raka.


"Udah introduce? Now play there both!" Persuade Raka to her nephew.


They ended up playing together, chattering cheerfully together, with Raka and Nuris watching as they sat on the porch chair while chatting.


"Beb, we stopped by the store Mother Nisa, yes! Mama pesen brownie equal fruit pie! Mama is addicted to cakes made by Mommy, deh!"


"Hmmm, what time?"


"Yes, right. Said Mama's cake made another Mother of the other Mama ever tasted."


"And Mommy, love the Muslim clothes designed by your Mama! They are indeed suitable candidates, hehehe!" they laugh together.


"Later, I also want to learn to make cakes from your mother!"


"Nearly an hour Aam and his family visited Romi's house. Now it's time for them to say goodbye.


"Thank you, for Romi's banquet, see you again married to my cousin. And don't forget, come to my new home thanksgiving. I wait, bro!"


"Insya Allah! insya Alloh I will come the same wife. Don't worry. Have a delicious meal that you can feed me, hahaha!" romi replied with a big laugh while fighting high five.


"Sir Yulia, we say yes! assalamu'alaikum!" Diah also had a cipiki and hugged each other with Yulia. So is Nuris, Raka's future wife.


The night was getting late, the clock was already showing ten o'clock. Romi accompanied Shila to sleep in her room, while Yulia was asleep, in her room with baby Kia.


After Shila went to sleep, Romi returned to his room with Yulia, and saw his wife sleeping on her side facing the baby box.


Two days later, Romi saw that Julia had performed her worship. That means, the wife has finished her puerperium.


Hmmm, time to break the fast!


Near his wife's body, then hugged her from behind. There was no reaction.


He then inhaled the fragrant shampoo from his wife's hair, revealing it, and, and switch to inhaling the scent of the neck and follow it with the lips to the back of the ear of the wife and play there to make the owner open his eyes.


"Aahh, mom! You..!" Yulia turned around.


"It's over, isn't it?" romi asked with his lips on his shoulder, then kissed him.


"Mas wants....!" Romi nodded, though Yulia did not continue to say.


"But what if I get pregnant. Don't ah! Baby Kia is also one month old."


"Quiet, baby! I've prepared everything. I bought safety gloves! Anti-leakage, anti-pregnancy. Safe!"


Romi excitedly got up and opened the small desk drawer beside the bed. And show his wife something.


"Taraa!" Romi showed his wife a box of adult male balloons that were met with giggling laughter from his wife.


"Not even laughing, baby!" that's how Romi is, if he wants to say it, baby.


"Buy it a lot, mom! I want to make it often! hehe!" Yulia still continued to laugh by closing her mouth. Lost the sleepiness due to the husband.


"Yes! I've been fasting for over a month, and now it's time for revenge!"


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Ahaha. Hehe!


Sorry this late end is rarely up!


Brain again loading, can not be made ngehalu. Definitely in saturates yes, the story is that.


There's no special.


Because if the author just read another story that femes, the sense of insecure just came....


Ih, this has no knowledge at all that can be learned.


I don't know..ckkk!


Sorry, so confide....