Will Never Let You Go
Wagering

Darma thinks Ara's strange request is over as her wife's pregnancy enters her second trimester. However, tonight when the baby was 20 weeks old, suddenly the woman who had just finished painting her nails, said, "Mas, here I have your nails too."

Darma who is leaning on the body in bed while playing the game of course refused. "No, Babe."

"But, I'm interested, Mas." Ara who had been sitting in front of the dressing table walked over. "You, huh?" he continued with his puppy eyes.

"No want! Mending you ask me to buy food. What am I doing, but not this one."

"Later when I'm done, I'll clean it up."

Damnit damnit! Ara showed a sad look that made Darma's heart become unbearable. "Promise? Tomorrow I have an important meeting, you know."

"Yes, promise. I also don't want to embarrass my husband." Ara's face suddenly sumringah.

Darma rubbed Ara's head full of affection. Afterwards, the man thrust his hand into his wife's lap.

It took Ara almost half an hour to conjure her husband's nails into baby pink. "Well, that's funny" he said as he looked at his masterpiece. He raised Darma's hand high to make it look clearer.

"Udah, right? Delete, Babe," said Darma.

"Yes, yes." His position sitting right in the middle of the bed makes Ara a little difficult to get down because her stomach is already visible distended.

The woman came back with a lime-cleaning liquid that was guaranteed safe use. "Eh, the baby's moving, Mas. Is it okay that he doesn't agree, yes, I removed your cut?" he said while standing next to the bed.

"No need to fuck you up. Cepetan cleaner."

Ara chuckled before then sitting down in front of her husband.

"Papa, Mama, same Bima bet, you know, Ra," said Darma when one by one his nails came back clean.

"What bet, Mom?"

"Gender of our child."

Last week the Darma family chat group suddenly got crowded when the man said he would go to see an obstetrician to do a routine checkup of Ara's pregnancy. Selly who first guessed that the future granddaughter was female, while Wira quickly refuted and said that the baby conceived by her daughter-in-law was male. While Bima who was not working suddenly interrupted, "Bet aja, yuk. The winner can ask for anything. I'm kayaking Papa, man."

Unfortunately, their enthusiasm has not received an answer because after returning from the doctor Darma said that he could not know what the gender of his child candidate because when the USG fetus in the womb his wife was embarrassed to show it. Maybe it was a protest action by the baby who did not want to be made a bet by his grandfather, grandmother, and uncle.

"Hmm .. If so we let them know just when this child was born, Mas. Let it be long," Ara's proposal was so brilliant.

Darma agreed. "Yes, I'll tell them later" he said with a smile of satisfaction.

Ara has finished cleaning Darma's nails. The woman is now lying sideways with her hands hugging the waist of her husband who is back busy with his game. "Maas ...."

"What, Honey?" darma replied without turning her gaze away from the phone screen.

"Make off."

"Where?"

"The far away."

"The distant?" Darma's forehead is slightly wrinkled. However, his mind is still focused on playing PUBG.

"Vacation. You busy, dad? It's okay, if not. Pregnant again, too, fear not to."

Since the incident on the swing a few months ago, Ara has indeed become less imposing on her every wish. For example, when the bath soap that day, it does not matter when Darma negotiates by buying it only ten pieces.

Darma turns off the phone and puts it on the nightstand. His hands now hugged his wife's waist back. "You want a babymoon?"

"Are you sad?" Darma grabbed Ara's chin, lifting her up slightly so that their gaze met.

"Nobody is sad. I was, uh, going to bed. Darma continues to play the game." Ara pretended to close her eyes.

"Could, really. Where are you going?" A moment after Darma said so, his stomach sticking to his wife's stomach felt the delicate movements of their baby.

Ara opened her eyes. "The baby moves again. You kasa?"

"Yes" answered Darma happily. His hand that had been hugging now turned to stroke Ara's stomach, and smooth movements were felt again. "I think he wants a vacation, too. Where do you want to go, Babe?"

"London," answered Ara passionately.

"London?" Darma raised her eyebrows.

"Let me go to the city where you used to go to college. Yeah, want to, huh?"

"May, but maybe next month. I have to set the same schedule you also have to go to the doctor first. Everything is safe."

"Yes, it's okay. Darma is the best." Ara tightened her embrace, but not to the point of squeezing her stomach.

"You think I'm just freaking out? No, yeah."

"Eh?" Ara so looked up at her face, looking at her husband who was now also looking back at her.

"I want something in return."

"What's? Mas Darma want me to make what?" If this is the case, usually Darma will ask to make tea, coffee, milk, or sometimes Indomie fried with half-cooked eggs on it.

"You're made good."

"Huh?"

"You're made good with you. That's the payoff."

"Maas ...." Ara's face suddenly blushed in embarrassment.

Darma. "Not be shy. Not really you, Ra. You're naughty in bed."

"Mass!" Ara hit her husband's stomach.

"Come, take my pants off. Going to London, right?"

"Evil!" Again Ara hit. This time Darma's thigh is the target.

"Biarin, that's important good."

While the grin was unclear, Ara obeyed the man who had just blinked one eye at her. Yes, if her husband wants to, what can Ara do? He also would not refuse if after this behind Darma who gave him something delicious.

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🙈🙈🙈. What did I write, anyway,?! You're old enough, aren't you?

The one yesterday requested the sighting of her mother bird probably in the next chapter.

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