Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2

Hot Duda: Love For Rangga Season 2
My Naughty Wife


"Yes my... Ma'am very happy to hear that. Anyway you have to defend your household, yes. Obligator!"


Finally, my sister was able to smile. "Yes, Ma'am. Looking for Mama. Anyway pity Billy's so long outside. She must have missed her son."


"Oooh... She diligently stroked your stomach, huh?"


"Hu 'um. Very." Very."


"You should always look happy before you have this problem. Yes, I have, deh. Go straight home then. You're all right, yeah. Get healthy so you can get home soon." They hugged. "Mother loves you."


Melows...


"Trims, Ma'am. I love Mama too."


Hufft. My wife finally came out of the ward. I'm glad she's not emotional and my son is fine in her womb. Original, these problems are like a roller coaster that makes my heart almost out of place.


"Come, go home," take me.


Sacred shakes. "The first goodbye to Billy."


I let him say goodbye to himself, I don't know what he ordered to his sister-in-law, I didn't hear it. And after that, instead of going straight home, he peeked inside, saw the couple make up and hugged each other. Billy apologized to his wife and did not forget to stroke the stomach plus invite the baby to talk.


"Let's go home, Yang. Why look at them? I can also, really, that kind of attention" I protested.


Saints chuckled, and without protest he took me and we immediately left the hospital.


"Thank you, yes, for such great love, that you can fight all that fear" I said. We were in the car and on our way home.


"Oh, my goodness. I forgot to tell you to snack." I started to look at the road. "We buy, yes," I said. "It feels like there's around here."


Is correct. Not far from our position, a few meters in front there is a bakery that also provides pizza. I immediately turned the car and entered the parking lot which was quite crowded. Then, as I was about to go down, Suci whined, "Take your men," he said. "Later my legs and waist ache if you join in line for long."


"Hmm... spoiled tumbens?"


"Don't protest...."


"No, Honey. I'm not protesting."


"Yes, let's get Simon or who's in line."


I nodded, picked up my phone and called Simon, told him to go down and buy that pizza for my wife who might be having cravings. "Your luck" I said as Simon asked how much he wanted to buy. "Important which is not dangerous for pregnant women. Watch out, don't be bogged down in the least. Look carefully at everything." Then I hung up the phone.


Holy honoured. "You can confuse him, you know! Does she understand what pregnant women can and should not consume?"


"Whatever. He can ask his servant. He has a brain."


"OK-okay," said the Saint. Then he whispered, "Thank you, Mom," he said. "Thank you very much."


"Hey," I rebuked, I realized the Holy hand was moving into my sensitive area. Smell over there. "Keep your hands, honey. If not...."


She grinned. "If not, why? Did I wake the tiger, or the lion?"


More than that! Something that demands reciprocity!