Arogan's Wife Belongs to a Doctor

Chapter 112 - Brother?

CHAPTER 112

A few months later, the time is increasingly fast lived by every person in the hemisphere. So did Dewa and Dwyne, watching Baby Denver's growth and development is very good and increasingly funny and smart.

Every month Dewa and Dwyne visited the cemetery, the parents offered prayers for their children who left first. It is undeniable that sadness still often wrestles Dwyne, as the mother is heavy let alone the more funny behavior of the Denver pattern, as if there is a shadow of Dafa near her twin sister.

“Mama and Papa love you Aryatama Dafa Bradley”, witty Dwyne almost shed tears piled up in her eyes.

“It's a pity, let's go home”, God embrace Dwyne's ever-fragile shoulders to this little grave. “Dafa got his own happiness there, dear. She must have loved you”, the gods kissed Dwyne's temple before the two came home.

“Dafa, mom go home first yes. Another time mama will come with Denver”, softly Dwyne her voice vibrates.

God clasped his wife's hand out of the burial area, wiping out the tears that spilled down his wife's smooth cheeks.”Honey calm down, do not cry again ya”, hug tightly God for his wife.

Upon arrival at home, Dewa and Dwyne are greeted by the presence of Oma Nilla, Oma Anggi and Opa Dave but Denna does not participate. The youngest brother was in his final semester exam before entering the lecture bench.

Denver babbles make the house warmer and more colorful, inviting laughter from everyone present.

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Two days passed

On this day Denver is 1 year old, and the first birthday event was celebrated quite simply, only attended by the closest relatives only. Gods and Dwyne prefer a party that prioritizes family togetherness.

The newly walking toddler ran away from her nanny, unwilling to wear a tuxedo given by Oma Kezia. Denver laughed as he pushed his parents' bedroom door. Suddenly a couple in the room was surprised because their little son suddenly entered, when the God grabbed his wife's lips and do not forget the hand that had crept everywhere.

“Papa, mama top (stop), top, calf, beti”, separate the two people to keep their distance.

“Yes my Young Master Denver”, shouts a nanny who closes her eyes shyly look at her master and mistress.

“Pak, ma'am sorry. Denver let's put on his suit”, persuade a seducer that does not work for Arkatama Denver.

Dewa and Dwyne were wrongly possessed by their little son, “Darling, you look for mama and papa?”, Dwyne's voice was so soft there was no trace of emotion in it.

“Let's go mba, Denver with us”, God said firmly, take a tuxedo and bow tie from the hands of the nanny.

Denver cried because he felt sorry for his mother who always got a bite from insects when close to the Gods.

“This child is excessively”, grumbled God who must be willing to divide his wife with Denver, maybe even God only gets the rest of the time . After Dwyne returned home from work, Denver stuck to her mother until bedtime. While God remains preoccupied with his specialist educational activities, returning home late at night and not infrequently his wife has been sound asleep with Denver.

“Denver why not wear this?”, point God at his hand.

“Au mom, au mama”

“Here dear”, Dwyne cradled her son and helped wear a small tuxedo and tie, further perfecting Denver's appearance.

Dewa and Dwyne loved to kiss the cheeks and fragrant head typical of toddlers until Denver was amused to laugh cheerfully.

“Darling our son is grown, I didn't expect it to be fun to have him. Yes, if Dafa can survive surely both of them play with”, Dwyne shed tears remember his son who even his face he did not see, he said, but Dwyne believes Dafa is as handsome as Denver because the two are identical twins.

“Denver how about papa give you baby sister?”, whispered God, “Denver want ya?”, see Denver who nods vigorously, , The god was satisfied to get an answer even though his little son did not understand what the baby sister meant.

“Aw, pain dear”, Dwyne rent her husband's ear.

“You think you don't know what's being discussed? Huh”, ketus Dwyne stared intently at her husband who always instigated this. “God, didn't the doctor say, I still have to rest and can't be pregnant again until a certain time? Ish you are how the hell, you are a doctor but trying to break it. Sucks”, ketus Dwyne.

“Sorry baby, I just want to have a lot of children from you eh, I mean so that Denver is not lonely when we work”, God showed his clean white teeth to his wife, he said, then he hugged Dwyne and Denver together. “Papa loves y'all”, peeping head of Denver and Mama Dwyne.

“Nah now Denver, wait again same mbak ya”, Dewa cradled out her son's room and left it to the nanny but Mama Nayla invited Denver down first before the event began.

Of course the opportunity for God to marry his wife even if only for a short time. The god immediately entered the room, closed tightly and locked the door, looking for the figure of the woman he loved. “Honey where are you?”

The foot of the God stepped open the door walk in closet, finding Dwyne who was polishing lip dyes.

“Ah Dewa”, Dwyne scowled as the Gods approached her suddenly until the dye was untidy.

“Sorry dear”, crouching with one knee touching the floor. Removing the rest of the pink stains on the side of Dwyne's sweet and chewy lips, the thumb of God so gently rubbed it, honestly Dwyne was made to brim by this handsome husband of hers.

“Sayang”, the view of the Gods changed filled with gaira fog.

“Ah”, the instant Dwyne's body had floated in the air, the Lord carried her up to the bed. Smell the neckline and inhale the voracious aroma.

“God, stop not now. You know our big family is waiting under”, reject Dwyne. Surely the Gods will slow down the timing of the event.

This handsome and kind doctor glanced at the clock on the nightstand, grinning a smile on his lips. “There is still 30 minutes left dear”, whispered God unbuttoned the shirt then in an instant has been plain.

“God but, hhmp”, has not yet finished Dwyne's words out of mouth, has God silenced with his lips.

Dwyne who initially refused power also held back what her body felt, until a couple of husband and wife did a short game and shared sweat and melodious voice filled this spacious room. It was fortunate that it was soundproof if it was uncertain that all the family members present heard the second d-e-s-a-ha-n.

The god chuckled, seeing Dwyne wrapped the blanket around her body, she was still embarrassed when she had done it dozens or hundreds of times.

“Ah all this because you are God, I have to take another bath”, cried Dwyne from inside the bathroom let alone find a red mark on the top of her chest.”Hah, always just”.

...TBC...