Young Master's Small Wife

Young Master's Small Wife
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Keisya smothered, silent pecking in place. Really? Zahra bought all this stuff for her, ehh ralat for her unborn baby?


"Well, this is too much" grumbled Keisya who was looking at the various brands of baby pants, the middle room full of it all.


"Sstttt is silent, we prepare from the beginning so that tomorrow does not rush to buy it," argued Zahra felt protested by Keisya.


"But you can buy enough first," Keisya still did not want to lose.


"That's so wild. Later tired back and forth, just let it be complete."


Keisya never thought, rich people are different. Zahra's attitude came when yesterday afternoon Keisya and Vino went to the doctor for her U. S. womb, after it was confirmed that the baby to be born was male. Vino who heard that could not hide his happiness, all this time he had been craving for boys. Not that Vino does not like if Keisya gives birth to a daughter, Vino the child is any gender that is important healthy as long as not to be alone, ribet ntar arranged.


No less happy, Zahra who heard this good news to jump from the 10th floor building. No, kanda. Zahra then hugged tightly the body of the son-in-law to make it tight for a moment, fortunately not into the lap of God the Keisya.


Well tomorrow, came COD couriers in droves carrying all Zahra's orders. Until the streets are full of the same mas courier just for nganter goods doang but the number of Masya Allah.


"Later for the nursery we just make it next to your room, let's not rush later if your child is crying or fussy," said Zahra like a builder who checks where suitable to be used as a room for a baby boy who will soon be born.


"One room only Mah the same room we both do not eat time and do not bother Mama as well," suggested Keisya who of course will not be ignored by Zahra. Zahra is anti-disputed and anti-same whose name is set, so whatever will he has to obey. This will have children who the hell, Keisya or even Mama-in-law, know ah dizzy.


"Udah, you mending rest yes must be tired of pacing mau malu mama here and there, "Zahra pushed slowly Keisya's shoulder to his room and Vino.


Zahra used the empty room right next to Vino and Keisya's room, not a warehouse instead of storage space goods, but not a warehouse.


Zahrab hired people to lift up all the items that filled the room and took them to the warehouse downstairs. Not to forget Zahra also ordered the person he rented earlier to paint the room. Hold on, Zahra will think first. What color is suitable for boys? A black? No. It's too horror. The whites? White is not a suitable color. The pink? Oh my goodness it's for girls. After long thinking the color of the paint that suits the boy, finally his brain issued a brilliant idea. The choice falls on the color navy. Yeah, navy. Although not much different from the color black somehow navy is very suitable for boys. But that's up to Zahra.


"Dear on, will you come with Mama?" Zahra poked her head from behind the door staring at Keisya who was reading a novel on the sofa.


"Where are you going Mah? Are you done with the room renovation?" Keisya closed the origin of the novel and then moved and approached the mother.


"Right up, no need for makeup. Now you come along."


"Where's Mah?"


"Ke Mall dong."


"Buy a goat for me later," Zahra snatched away Keisya's question.


"Well, does anyone sell goats in the mall? Kok Keisya just found out," Keisya looked up to imagine if there was really a goat selling in the Mall.


Zahra was furious, to the point that knocking Keisya's head slowly made the owner complain of pain.


"For a long time Mama's emotions because of you, we go to the Mall ya make shopping dong ouh. Buy things to fill your child's room."


"Didn't you buy Mah this morning? How much more."


"That's new clothes and pants, not the mattress, the closet, the pram and all that stuff."


"Udah yuk we go now, the Mall's hunt is closed," pulled Keisya's arm to accompany him to the Mall.


"Well, it's still 9, where the Mall might close at this hour."


"Who knows the owner of the Mall wants a bulldozer building, ah don't talk much."


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2 Large trolleys are already full of all the baby gear, from telon oil, powder, hair oil and more. Even more surprising, Zahra not only buy one or two packs of doang, he did not buy his stage-should immediately be bought all that was left on the shelf, so their trolley was full quickly. Because he could not carry it, Zahra put it while at the daycare where he might be able to push 2 trolleys alone, where the size is large again. Want to tell Keisya also not possible, it could be later his son broke down there. Lost the sustenance of doctors who are ready to handle the birth process Keisya. It's worth twice as much as the CEO's wife.


"It seems like this is all enough, Mah, we just go back. After all, this has been 4 trolleys, "Keisya has been overwhelmed by the road to and fro stalking Zahra who seems unsatisfied for shopping, his legs seem to never cape. Look at the good stuff, put the trolley straight away.


"Later on, there is still one more item that has not been bought. You want to rest there, later if Mama has finished Mama will samperin you," proposed Zahra while pointing to a long bench next to the clothing store. Keisya sighed softly then nodded his ass. His feet were so limp that they did not stop walking.


"You want to buy ice cream or drinking water with this well," Zahra handed two pieces of money a hundred thousand for supplies Keisya waiting there. Keisya felt like a child when Zahra spoke like that.


Zahra breezed away leaving Keisya who planga plongo in place.


Want to buy a drink but he's not thirsty, want to buy food and he's not a laper. Please deh Keisya it's just tired doang not thirsty or hungry, he needs lying down. But there is no way he fell on this long bench, although long but not the same fit Keisya's large body.


"Loss on the floor any time yes. Ehhh do not be mistaken for beggar again, want to put where later the face of Mama if found out his daughter-in-law was considered a beggar," Keisya chuckled himself imagining if all that really happened.