At the End of My Tired!

At the End of My Tired!
(Kiddos of Jovan-Joi)



"Yesin..!" exclaims a man from the direction of the bathroom, always like that. Delia took a deep breath and then let out slowly. Patience is tested if it is like this. Having a husband in lean, the test is always draining energy and emotions.


"Yes! ask for a back rub again? his hand isn't nyampe?" Delia went into the bathroom with her regular questions. Zero just chuckles without sin.


"Here come on, rub my back first" Zero patted the side of the bath for Delia to get close to him.


"Udah foam all, definitely this mode again. Don't know what, if his wife is old, not soaking water already gini wrinkles." The half-century woman Omel folded her face in annoyance.


"Eitz! who says," Zero argued not to accept "the baby's still fast and smooth rich baby butt. I just still like to add until now" continued his ignorant smile, his creative hands began to stroke the chest of the wife whose face was increasingly unpleasant to see.


"Isha! right, mode." Annoyed Delia when she was pulled into the big bathtub until soaked. Zero chuckled crisply at the grunts of his wife.


"Let me strongly face reality today, daddy tortured your handsome husband to handle a new project in Semarang. Ayang come, huh? just 3 days, the kids have a mom who takes care of the nanny." Persuade Zero to release anything that is attached to the sexy body of the wife.


Delia's age can be half a century, but the firmness of her smooth skin, always makes a Zero, terzero-zero at all times. The man was often chastened with jealousy not knowing the place and rules. His purity is in the class of the brother-in-law, Jovano the bucin crazy acute level.


To get Delia as his wife, Zero has to do a lot of sneaky ways. Thanks to the help and support of his two parents, Zero's path to Pelaminan runs smoothly. As smooth as the chest of the wife who is in his hand at this time.


"Where can you, pi. Which kids want me to stay. Tau itself, if they are very close to mami." Tukas Delia while closing her eyes, the husband's ignorant hand is now playing in her wet area. Which he always treated with various Borneo herbs, hereditary herbs from the grandmother who came from the area. Daniel's Mother.


"Related, don't you want to come?" Zero stopped the activity, making Delia grunt in annoyance. While Zero was smiling triumphantly, his wife must have been on her way, and she would have made the woman obey her will.


"Pi, huh,?" rengek Delia riled "continue, the children are waiting for breakfast." Omel Delia with a hoarse voice.


"Say first if mommy wants to come, then I continue. Impasse right?" damned husband, hopefully the more inner love Delia cussed annoyed.


"Yes, continue now." Zero smiled with his victory, again he was able to play with the desire of his wife so easily. The game ended half an hour later.


"For a long time!" ketus Zuly is the eldest child of Zero and Delia with an upset face.


"Mommy asked for a papi massage, kiss first. Papi wants to go to Semarang loh, it will be noon. Sama mami" continued Zero quickly he knew his children must be ready to attack him again, with words that poke.


"Manja, any mami, any mami. Mami didn't want to find us new papi, did she? mami is still a rich college boy gini loh" Zuly glanced at the mother who was avenged pangs by Delia.


While Zero began to burn his beard to hear the narration of no morals of the child.


"Awas aja yes, if you dare to glance at another man. Papi burn alive it's a man." Reply Zero growled.


"Well, you're this, the same kid on the other side, not shy?" the mother's protest mediates the pointless debate, which always occurs when Zero is brought together in the same space as her children.


"It wasn't me, who started. Zuly is rich there is a personal grudge equally papi, wonder" Zero grumbled beginning to sulk.


Delia looked at her firstborn with a meaningful gaze, the child snorted at the gaze she hated the most. Because I was totally unable to refuse him.


"Sorry, pi" great-granddaughter Zuly smiled a million charms, not forgetting her cute face was displayed as much as possible.


"You are, not ashamed of your wife. He even always understands your spoiled attitude that is getting more prosperous. Look Delia, even more beautiful and charming, you're not afraid of a cross in droves that is far more everything than you." The mother's heartless cruel speech made Zero almost swallow her spoon.


"Mom!" exclaim Zero did not accept, then glanced at his wife who did look more beautiful at her age now. Zero seemed to be getting restless.


Sensitive Delia immediately secured the situation, could be critical if her husband was already in the throes of this turmoil. Address to the toilet, himself in intilin.


"Mom, no problem. I love that if my husband is spoiling me, I feel like a useful wife. Meaning, this husband loves me very much. Right, sweetie?" if it had come out his sacred words, Zero could only nod triumphantly.


The mother is upset, she knows her beloved daughter-in-law is saving her freedom which is being threatened, by the possessiveness of her son who is a little less sane.


Breakfast this morning without being followed by the head of the greatest family, namely the father-in-law Delia. The middle-aged man was out of town and was just going home in the afternoon.


...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...


Jovan glanced at his wife's screen and kept flashing. His heart riled, but opened it? Jovan still remembers the prestige. While Joi is still taking a shower, usually, the sensitive woman will say, "Open her message/pick up" then she acts.


Clamps


Joi looks fresh, Jovan looks at his wife with a meaningful look. Joi understood, headed straight for the nightstand to check her phone.


"Many messages, why not just open them. Who knows it is important" Joi pointed her phone at her husband, who was welcomed ogah-ogahan as usual. Joi clenched her lips holding back a laugh, looking at the childish behavior of the husband.


Jovan's forehead shriveled deeply, while reading an unusual message on his wife's mobile phone.


Endrew📩 is there time this afternoon, mother lawyer? I want to treat you to lunch, as an expression of my gratitude, for your hard work yesterday.in winning my case🙂😊


Jovan's lips begin to smokyly read the message, while Joi is busy polishing her face in front of the mirror without intending to ask, who sent her the message.


"Endrew, who?" ask Jovan flat.


Joi is seen thinking of something, "Ah, yes.it's our client, who yesterday just won custody of his children from his slightly less resourceful ex-wife. Why?" Joi asked casually and continued her activities.


"He wants to buy you lunch. Very good of your clients, there are rarely clients as good as this. I became jealous" said Jovan began to rise a little octave. Joi knows, if her husband is in the morning jealous.


"Many are good, and often take me to lunch, even dinner. But it was as good as it was and made me fall in love. Just my husband, Jovan's perverted teacher." Joi moved and stroked the chest of the husband's field. "There are only you and our super many children in my heart. Don't be angry again, okay. Here, kiss me" Joi on her tiptoes and the two dissolve into a kiss that demands more.


"Isn't there an important meeting this morning?" Joi releases their kiss, making Jovan frown.


"If the triplets have graduated from High School. I really want to retire early, so I can follow you everywhere." Said Jovan stroking his wife's smooth cheeks.


"I'll wait, I want to see how you're going to bother carrying a backpack filled with bottles, snacks and our stock box." Kekeh Joi who made Jovan also laughed crisply.


Their lives are really colorful, how not? nine kids, it must be nano-nano. So is the daily life of the two parents, who must often recite many prayers, in order to be given a long life. There is no need to eat meat if you want to raise blood pressure, just face all nine of their children. On guarantee, both blood pressure will immediately rise dramatically. But that's the art, they enjoy the name of the mother. Never once did the woman complain about her children.