
...Don't forget this part...
...Happy reading...
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Danish, Daniel, and Dareel are 4 months old. The growth of the three twins Akbar and Fiona greatly amazed Akbar even since the birth of his three children Akbar will quickly go home even more often do his office work at home than in his own office.
"What, Son? Want what? Want to take milk with Mami?" akbar said he was taking his kids for a chat.
"Tata..."
"Eummr..."
"Aaaaa..."
"Want to drink milk?! Let's go get Mami! Where is my mom?"
The three children seemed happy to chat with Akbar, they continued to babble indistinctly as Akbar invited the three to speak. Fiona came from the kitchen and directly stuck to Akbar's back.
"Mas Husband!" whine Fiona with spoiled.
"Now the child continues to be spoiled. Fio wants to too!" fiona's whining made Akbar chuckle. Fiona's attitude slowly improves sometimes the woman of three children looks mature in thinking especially when it comes to her three children.
Danish, Daniel, and Dareel look happy when his mama comes. The three continued to babble with hands that continued to move as if asking for her mammoth sling.
"Every day Papi is already working Mami hmm. Less is it?" asked Akbar softly.
"Mami's children are full of it. Mami wants to be carried by Papi for a while," said Fiona to her three children.
"Aaaa.." The three yelled out which made Fiona laugh.
Fiona looked at her husband from the side, the woman's body not changing in the slightest while giving birth to her three children. Only the shape of the chest alone changed and it invited anxiety for Akbar when he touched it.
"Udah has three children still spoiled," said Akbar kissed Fiona's lips with anxiety.
"Belgium!" fiona said with her tongue out.
Akbar just chuckled, he saw his wife who crawled up to the mattress.Fiona's face alternately on the stomach of his son that made the three laugh loosely and pulled Fiona's hair tight.
"Aaa Mami's hair," fiona whined furiously at her three children.
"Mimic milk continues. Look at your body is already nervous," said Fiona with anxiety.
"tat. Yay..."
"Yes? Can you?" ask Fiona with a sparkling face.
"Darling don't be so tight! Look at Daniel's red cheek. O Allah, the son of Papi became a victim" cried Akbar with anxiety when he saw Fiona play the cheek of his son.
"Daniel is laughing. Papi is not happy, son. Papi is already old innate mad mulu with Mami," Fiona fights with a sad face.
Akbar could only sigh as Fiona preferred to play with her three children instead of being with her. This is the change of Fiona that makes Akbar happy, her Fiona can put herself as a good mother even though she has shortcomings.
"Bapi please warm up asi dong! Fio was already an asian pump," said Fiona by opening her eyes that made Akbar anxious.
"Shortly Mi!" Akbar came out of the room to warm his three children. Fiona plays with her three children.
"The puffer. Don't hurry up, son." said Fiona with a smile and kissed her three children with anxiety.
"If it's big you take care of Mami yes. You see, Papi is old, he will not be able to carry Mami deh," said Fiona who was heard by Akbar from behind the door. It is true what his wife said, though, when all his children grow up Akbar is very old or even gone from the birth of his three sons Akbar happy because there are three men who will take care of his wife later if he is not there are. But Akbar hopes to still be able to watch his three children grow up and have a companion each. And Akbar also has a desire to have girls.
"This, Mi" said Akbar who had brought three bottles of milk for his son.
Daniel, Danish, and Dareel tread happily when the source of their lives has come. Akbar and Fiona seem compact to give breast milk to his three children, the three caregivers for twins already there is only Akbar does not want his three children closer to his caregiver, he said, while Akbar is at home, Akbar will not let his three children out of his eye.
"Mi, the girl child," said Akbar with anxiety.
"Wait for the big twins first. Horrified to know Fio's stomach on the side, Pi!" fiona said in horror at the thought of her former cesarean section stitches.
"You got a real girl, Mi?" asked Akbar with a sparkle.
"Yes, Pi. Like his son Tiara's brother Zidan. Beautiful, isn't it, Pi?" ask Fiona with a sparkle.
"Yes pretty, Mi. But look forward to Mami and our girls later. Just look at the results later, the gedenya will be the grab of all the guys," said Akbar with a picture.
Both are busy chatting until they do not realize their three children are asleep in their sleep.
"Well asleep?!" kekeh Akbar's.
"Girls of his Papi drink milk!" akbar said happily.
"Fuck!" fiona shouted stifled as Akbar carried her and humbled on the fur carpet. Fiona only resigned when Akbar began to fondle her.