
From inside the house, Nadia smiled happily, looking out through the glass window. Her husband Bimasena and son Glor were playing in the snow.
I want to join them in joking. But his body was unable to adapt to the extremely cold climate. He is already accustomed to living in a tropical country, Indonesia. A country that knows only two seasons, the rainy season and the dry season.
Canadian.
Yes, he is now in Canada. Following her husband who was assigned in the country. President Director of FreddCo Energy Canada.
One of the largest oil producing countries in the world is famous for its very cold climate because it is close to the north pole.
Winter in Canada, the temperature can reach minus 50°. Blizzards and ice storms are so common in Canada that the country is nicknamed ice shards.
He was allergic to cold temperatures. Just a few moments outside during the winter, on the skin will arise a rash, reddish and itchy.
So that he lives more in the room with heating.
Apparently Glor was more adaptable than he was. His son was making a snow doll with the Daddy in the yard.
But a moment later he screamed to himself inside the house.
How not, her husband threw Glor into a pile of snow that was deliberately lowered from the roof of the house, to reduce the burden of the roof. Almost all the bodies of his sons were immersed in the snow.
Getting upset because her husband didn't help Glor. Letting Glor crawl on his own, trying to get out of the piles of snow.
He was just breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Glor coming out of the snow and saw his son laughing out loud. Apparently Glor actually likes to be mixed in a pile of snow.
"Dad, why did Daddy throw Glor in the snow," he scolded Bimasena, as father and son finished playing and went back inside the house.
How could he not be arrogant to see his son thrown into the snow. Her husband had no idea how hard she was to contain Glor, how painful it was when she gave birth to Glor. How he raised Glor. How to care for Glor when sick.
"Let Glor be as resilient as Daddy" Bimasena said without feeling sinful. Throwing Glor up and grabbing his son's body.
Glor reacted by laughing. In contrast to him who increasingly puske saw his son treated so.
"The child must have a hardiness character, Mi. Children should be taught to routinely rise from the difficulties, frustrations, and problems they face" she said.
"Blaming doesn't mean getting slammed, Dad. What if Glor's hurt. Daddy must have been nyesel. Daddy doesn't know what it's like to be pregnant, to give birth and to take care of a child" he said. It's heartache to see how Bimasena plays with his son.
"Well, why is it that sensi, Mi?" Bimasena laughed at him, then placed Glor on a thick carpet, then walked up to him. Hugged her from behind and stroked her stomach.
"De', do you know why Mommy used to nag ya? Patience, do not hurt if Mommy nagging and pouting just," said Bimasena, as if talking to the baby he was carrying, while whispering his ears.
So he quickly evaluated himself. Is it true that he often nags and puts on a pouting face?
Anger is a normal thing experienced by someone, including a wife. Anger can also be triggered by small things like what just happened.
But getting angry too often can bring dissatisfaction in a marriage. Moreover, the husband is a family leader who must be respected and obeyed by the wife.
He also tried to contain his annoyance and harbored his arrogance. Forcing his mouth to stop nagging. Because his tirade doesn't bring benefits.
"Abis Daddy threw my son in the snow." His protest, he changed his voice with a spoiled intonation.
"That's how Daddy educates, Mi. Glor is my son, right?" kekeh her husband. "The way to educate a man is different from a woman" Bimasena continued.
When with Tristan he was more silent only tears when Tristan nagged him.
Why does he often nag because of trivial things to a man who treats him like a goddess?
Why does he not know himself? Who is he? Bimasena who?
If Bimasena suddenly became angry with him, he would cry blood.
"Dad, I'm sorry Mommy, yes" she asked, turning to face her husband. But at this time they are difficult to close the body because of the stomach that has been protruding.
Bimasena frowned, because what he said did not connect with the topic they were discussing earlier.
"Because Mommy is often angry and nagging" she explained, before her husband asked.
Her words even made her husband chuckle and pull his nose in an agitation.
"Mi, Mommy if angry even more beautiful," seduced Bimasena. Makes his arrogance grow. "Daddy is happy to make Mommy sprain" continued Bimasena.
His previously enlarged arrogance, returned to its normal size.
Another confession made her husband almost withdraw his apology.
"One more thing Daddy likes is, if Daddy asks and then Mommy refuses. Then Daddy forced," said her husband staring ignorantly at her.
"In a forced situation, Mommy is very adorable" continued Bimasena smiling curiously.
It turns out that a man has his own way of upsetting a wife.
Tristan in his own way, Bimasena in his own way.
"Mi, Daddy had educated Glor to be resilient. Now it's the turn to educate the dede'," said Bimasena stick a palm on his stomach.
She knows what her husband means.
Canada's cold weather makes their intensity of contact even higher. Caused by the urge to get warmth and intimacy. Sparking up passion sek sual.
The phenomenon of cuffing season, which is the desire to establish a relationship in the winter also affects them.
But he still shyly admits and rarely asks first.
Physically his body temperature is cooler and he needs activity to increase body temperature. But he is still Nadia who always sells expensive despite being wanted.
"Dad, it's still noon. It'll be night if Glor's asleep. Let's be freer, "he said.
But as usual, he never won against Bimasena.
"If you wait for the night when Glor is asleep, his dede' has also gone to sleep, Mi. How can Daddy educate a sleeping child?"
Basic sneaky!
"Some of us rarely meet during the day, right?" keep husband.
It is true, said her husband. During the day her husband belonged to FreddCo Energy. They only met at night except weekends like this.
Bimasena called for the nurse to guard Glor, then embraced her into the room.
Is he forced to now?
Answer no.
He just pretended to have to. Because the cold weather makes the desire to be dicronin increased. She always wanted to be embraced, kissed and caressed by her husband. Or hugged from behind.
"Watch making love as a sport, releasing endorphins. Doesn't Mommy feel happy after making love? Orgasms provide a good body defense. Let it not be easy to get sick," explained her husband, seducing her.
"Daddy mining expert or expert s e x anyway? You know," as soon as.
"Both" said her husband.
It's true, Bimasena is so good at making love. It moves between being conscious or not. The frost from the beginning of the season melts. Until the snow-skinned pine tree outside the house was burned by the passion that flared in the room.
Bimasena took her dancing and singing along with the snow fairy who fell from the sky. Until he rested in the deck.
Mommy and Daddy Glor, winter in a country of ice shards.
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When he woke up, he found his head clad in arms, as well as the hands and feet that encircled his body, hugging him from behind.
It feels like to go back to sleep because it is darkened by the comfort of the husband's embrace. But the hand of her husband playing the phone, right in front of her eyes, brought curiosity to her.
Her husband was involved in a group chat with alumni. She had read some messages before her husband kept the phone away from her.
Alfredo:
When do Canadians go to Indonesia?
Bimasene:
After Nadia gave birth. Nadia can not take the plane anymore because the age of the womb is 8 months more.
Janah:
Result USG, Glor's sister what guy is a girl?
Bimasene:
Guys.
Glen:
Want to have a girl? Wanna know how?
Bimasene:
Oh yeah, how is it?
It turns out that her husband is not an expert in business.
"Says the expert, wants girls to be guys," he said.
"Wake up, Mi?" Bimasena put the phone on the nightstand.
"Inadvertently program the second boy. Let there always be a reason to make Mami pregnant, to find a girl," he said.
But seeing her husband communicating with Indonesians, the longing for her homeland rippled in her chest.
"Dad, Indonesian kangen," said in a spoiled voice, turning to face her husband.
"Who are the same in Indonesia? Same old kangen?" jest Bimasena smiling. So that her hands clamp the skin of her husband's abdomen and then twist it hard, until her husband grimaces.
"Not funny," he said. Then he put his face on her husband's chest.
But the wounds of the heart in the past again teased and danced in the corner of his soul. It turned out that with the change of days, the trauma did not go away. And he was afraid of going back to different people.
"Dad, I want to go to college. Can you?" ask her with a face that remains attached to her husband's face.
Bimasena seemed stunned to hear his wish, then the man opened the distance in order to see his face.
"Suddenly want to go to college? I wanted to work because I wanted to be an independent woman." Bimasena's forehead shrinks.
In Indonesia he can work as an independent marketing. But in Canada, what can he do? After all, the English language used in the country is also not fluent. Especially French. Canada recognizes two languages as official languages, English and French.
"I'm afraid, as time goes on, Daddy will get bored because I'm not a smart woman. I'm stupid," he said. "I'm not a good discussion buddy and can't share."
Her husband breathed heavily, then held his chin.
"Mi, Bimasena is not a stupid man who wants to marry a stupid woman. Forget the words you heard from people before Daddy. Didn't Daddy say many times to stop discouraging yourself by thinking of yourself as a fool?"
"We don't need to talk about world oil prices. We don't need to talk about political constellations. The important thing for us is our home and family. That's enough" said Bimasena.
"But if Mommy wants to go to college, Daddy supports it. Mommy wants to go to college what?" continued her husband, softening the voice.
Well this. He didn't even know what school he should choose.
"What kind of department?" tanyanya polo's.
Bimasena smiled before saying. "Depends on Mommy's passion where. But if Daddy sees Mommy's passion in fashion and beauty."
"If Mommy's passion in the field of fashion, can study fashion business or fashion design."
"If the passion in the field of beauty, maybe here there is a major in beauty services."
"Mommy, decide what study you want. Daddy will take care of the school. Mommy lives in college," concluded her husband.
Maybe this is what a good discussion friend is called. Provide advice, consideration and support for self-development.
Very reassuring.
Sometimes he still does not believe, how in the universe can a Bimasena be rude to him?
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