The Secret of the Poor Son-in-law
RPM 89'S.

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Valen took Anin to the sofa bed that they both slept on tonight. Actually Valen wanted to book a room of his own, but then he paused his intention. The trauma of a doctor changing drugs made him want to keep his father alone. He also gathered Anin in the same room as his father to easily monitor him.

"Wait, mom! I know you haven't eaten, so now you're eating first huh? Mbok sitti has brought you your favorite food! Empal beef sweet same sambal tomato. "said Anin immediately approach the table located in the corner. Because the VVIP room was reserved for the Valen family only so the room was spacious, the bathroom inside was equivalent to a 5-star hotel bathroom, he said, not to mention there is a living room separated by a dividing wall so their bedroom was indented into. Not to mention there are pantries to warm food with the microwave as well. Not to mention the refrigerator and also the LED TV in the room.

"Mas, I brought the rice there, huh? We eat together?"

Unexpectedly, Valen immediately approached his wife, took the food that had been prepared by his wife and took his wife to sit on the sofa bed they would make to sleep.

"I can actually carry it myself!" said Anin while manyuning.

" I want to serve you!" he said as he fed the meal in his hand to his wife, and Anin accepted it with his mouth open.

"Now your change is yes." said Anin while seizing the spoon in Valen's hand and thrusting it into her husband's mouth, but unexpectedly and unexpectedly, she turned her face aside,. Doesn't that mean a rejection that is too bright, making Anin manejdi upset himself.

Anin threw out her breath and continued to chase after her husband's lips as a baby boy who was lazy to eat.

"I'm sure you're eating loh, mas! Give your meaning to circumcise again!" anin said with annoyance, his words made Valen laugh so funny his wife's statement.

Finally Valen opened his mouth to accept the bribe adri his wife who had begun to be upset, emang Valen deliberately wanted to tease his beautiful wife. The more pouting the more beautiful she thinks.

"Ouch!!" yelled Anin while shouting in a stifled voice while holding his distended stomach, making Valen anxious.

"Darling? What the hell's going on? HPL hasn't been entered yet, right?" tanya Valen bertubi tubi. Fortunately, the position now they are in the hospital, so Valen does not need to worry too much.

" I'm okay!"

"Your stomach still hurts?" valen asked as he stroked Anin's stomach affectionately. And he felt that his son was acting very aggressively in there.

"They're moving, baby!" he said in amazement, although this was not his first event, but he was always amazed by the miraculous events carried out by his son.

While Valen has put his tired body on a comfortable sofa bed, although not as comfortable at home but this is more than enough for himself and Anin, his wife, but, moreover, he knew that his wife was not neko neko.

Anin then lay down beside her husband. Because Valen laid himself behind her, she slept behind her husband, it was difficult to hug her husband from behind, considering that his stomach was like a big tambur. As usual, he prayed in his heart before his sleep, when he suddenly felt that a hand had slipped into his waist and wrapped around his large belly. Valen hugged him from behind and patted his face on the nape of Anin so that his wife wriggled amusedly, besides Anin was also caught off guard with this intimate position. If Valen is unconscious, they are currently sleeping three with his father-in-law. This position was too intimate for him.

"I can't sleep, baby!" whine Valen in a spoiled tone. At a time like this, Valen is very different from when he is in the office or meeting other people. He can be very spoiled with Anindya and with just his wife alone he can take off his flat and cold mask.

Yes, Anindya also understood, how shocked her husband was to hear his father who was in an accident and almost died, on the verge of being critical and then like now. No child would be willing father like this, not least Valen. It was even more strange that he could fall asleep quietly after what happened to him.

"But you have to sleep, mas!" anin said as she patted the claps and the burly arms that encircled her stomach, a touch that calmed Valen's troubled feelings at this moment.

"I know, you know, what you're going through right now is very heavy, but you're not a super hero. You need to sleep to restore your endurance and haziness."

"But mas can't sleep for real" she said, whining, making Anin who was turning her back on her husband could only moan annoyedly.

"You can definitely sleep, let me be the kelonin!" said Anin while turning his body back with great difficulty, making Valen can only grimace to see his wife who looks tired just because she wants to admire him.

"Udah gausah, just so long as I can smell your neck and breathe your scent, I've calmed down" he said while holding his wife's body so as not to turn her body, turning her back, afraid that his children are nervous that Valen is desperate to be confused with Anin.

"It's important you don't pervert, baby, I'm not interested anymore" Valen said as he squeezed the chest of his wife who grew up during this old pregnancy, making Anin piss off because of her husband's obnoxious behavior.

"I said sleep, mas!" snapped with a stifled tone, she did not want to make a scene in the hospital, she knew that in front of her room was guarding a group of bodyguards manuhan her husband, he knew, and also in the same room there are in-laws also despite being in a coma, but he was afraid to wake up eh even there was a scene of a scene is not funny?

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TB