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"Wait. Derelict. Contain? I mean, my wife-pregnant?" Suddenly his brain is weak, the signal on his head suddenly down when faced with the pregnancy of the wife.
"Really, sir. Congratulations, your wife is declared pregnant. His age is now entering the 7th week. Still very young and vulnerable, so please pay attention to her pregnancy."
Marcus turned to look at the wife who had now shed tears full of novelty. "S-honey..." His trembling hand moved rubbing the full face of the patter. Without feeling it, the sobbing itself decays from the bead of his eyes. Marcus sniffling.
I don't know. Why did such a tough man sob like a child before so many people.
Marcus doesn't care.
"Yes..." Now Ana also rubbed the melt from the face of the husband.
"It-it's... Did ya? You pregnant? Is our son in there? Heummm..." His eyes stared at the wife in disbelief. Marcus never thought his wife would get pregnant so soon. Yeah, it's too sudden for him.
"Yes, Ana's pregnant. There's our son in there."
Without being able to speak, the man also scattered his embrace. "Thank you, thank you dear... ."
With that kiss he glazed over. No matter the doctor, the nurse, the mother who still lives in the room, Marcus was a fool. He just wants to express his happiness.
"Thank you."
Pins... .
The last kiss fell on the wife's lips, making Elena's mother unable to beat her son. "Enough. Don't fuckin' be here, Marc."
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"Maurin would be so happy to know you're pregnant, An." Excited mama Elena. Now they are gathered in the TV room at Marcus's residence.
"Hopefully ma. Ana also hopes so. It's been a long time Maurin wants a sister, surely Maurin has also been waiting for this news from us."
"Arshi? Why did you think that way?"
"It's not wrong, Arshi's grandmother, Clara, she's not much different from her granddaughter. Yeah.that's it, like to make a riot. I like to talk about the no-no. Ahhh, it's bad. As a child Clara was known to be a trouble maker like her granddaughter."
"Honey, this is the milk." Marcus came closer with a glass of milk in his hand. Making Ana bewildered, wasn't that man permission to go to the room to rest? Why make milk for him.
"Mas not resting in the room? Ana kira mas in the room earlier."
"No, it's okay. Here's the milk to drink first."
"Mas doesn't have to bother everything. I just got sick too."
"No, no hassle. Let's get a drink."
Forcing Ana to take a glass from her husband's hand. Gurgling at her slowly, Ana felt strange. Why does the milk feel so thick, like deliberately given so much milk porridge.
"How many spoons did you give me?" Ana yells.
"Eungg, not much. Just 10 spoons."
Makes mama Elena just look surprised. "What?!! A ten? You crazy Marc?!!! Doesn't the milk box have its own size?"
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