BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO
The Extra Part 1.
It's been quite winter with the biting wind breezing it. A hostile season for newcomers like him. The ice country is starting to accept it. The white world slowly left leaving footprints, the melting snow flowing away.
The snow falling from the sky changed with a light rain. Nadia opened the windows of the house wide, filling her lungs with fresh air.
The grass is green like a rug and flowers are blooming colorful in the yard. Smell of flowers, the distinctive aroma of spring flowers. The tulips are white, yellow and pink, as well as the sun rising early, reviving the heart and spirit. The beauty of spring bloomed in his heart.
As seasons change, life changes. He never expected, his life would change by one hundred and eighty degrees.
The morning was tinged with the sound of Glor's crisp laughter, which began to scatter toys into almost every room in the house. Surprised by the cries of baby Frey who woke up from sleep.
Morning is the busiest part of the day. Prepare breakfast and clothes for her husband before leaving for the office. Likewise for
Glor's taking preschool classes.
"Mommy was out in college with ABG's children, her style was following ABG's children," her husband continued, observing the clothes she used from top to bottom, while walking to the dining table for breakfast.
She laughed at her husband's words. It is true that he changed his appearance a little, to adjust to his new environment.
Preppy style, Vintage fashion style is becoming a style that is trendy among Canadian students.
He uses a blazer made of tweed with a golden brown color and uses an eye-catching inner garment. For subordinates he uses loose slack (harem pants).
"Yes dong, Dad. Mommy's classmate is eighteen to twenty years old. Mommy herself is in her thirties. So his clothes are like ABG's children, so they don't look old themselves" he said. "Eh but some of Mommy's friends think Mommy is still a teenager" he said.
"Oh yeah? They don't know if Mommy's pregnant with a third child?" her husband's forehead shriveled.
"No, they don't know. Mommy will wear clothes that get around the stomach so it still looks slim," he replied feeling proud. Turn around to her husband and look at his style in the mirror located in the family room.
From inside the mirror she saw her husband putting his body on his back, then wrapping his hands forward and rubbing his stomach slowly,
"It's good that they think Mommy's still a teenager. Once the baby in Mommy's stomach is born, Daddy fills Mommy's stomach again. Let Mommy look like a teenage boy on," her husband sizzled in her ear, complete with a sly smile. Pecking the corner of his mouth.
Makes his mouth round. Do you have to get pregnant and give birth every year?
She turned to look at the back of her husband who was walking towards the table. Where, Glor had already first taken a position.
Glor scoops grits into the mouth. Corn porridge from small granules. On top of the porridge were given shrimp, sausages, and scallion flakes.
Although more grits were spilled than went into Glor's small mouth, he asked Glor to eat alone, to educate Glor independently since childhood.
"Good morning, Daddy. How much does Glor want?" greet her husband, kiss his eldest son's cheek, then sit beside Glor.
Glor cheerfully raised his hand before his face, then counted with fingers.
"Seven, eight, nine, ten .. teeeen !" exclaimed Glor raised ten fingers.
"Sepakat Glor's. Daddy also wants eleven children. Let me make a football team. Let Mommy look like a teenage girl." Again her husband sent her a mischievous look and smile, then bit the breakfast burrito tortilla filled with potatoes, tomatoes, cheese, beef, spinach, and beans.
She sat right in front of her husband. Take a biscuit and dip it in milk.
"Dad, how are his college assignments getting more and more anyway? Mommy's overwhelmed," she lamented.
When he felt his life was happy with his small family, he was squeezed the burden of college work. She should follow her husband's advice, choosing studies according to her passion, in the field of beauty or fashion. But because he wanted to look cool, become an economist, he majored in economics. He became the successor of his father who was an economics scholar.
Her status as a mother of two young children, in a state of pregnancy anyway, made her overwhelmed following the schedule of college and completing college assignments.
"Jalani as best you can, Mi. Don't think too much, don't let Mommy even stress it becomes. Relax, it will also pass by itself. Without feeling Mommy graduated. Would like to continue S2 again." Bimasena convinced and encouraged him. "Watch up to college to hang out, right Mommy's a teenager," chuckled her husband.
Relaxed? Seriously, he was overwhelmed, let alone relaxed.
Going to college to hang out like a teenager? Which can be if you have a big stomach and bring a baby. He took baby Frey to college. Waiting for her in the park or in the car with a baby sitter. So that it is easy to give ASI to baby Frey.
It's not easy being a student with two young children. In a few months it increased to three.
Once he got home he did not have time to study and do the chores. Every time he opens a macbook to learn and do a task, Glor will seize his macbook. As he waited for Glor to fall asleep, it was Frey's turn to scream and cry. When both sons have fallen asleep, it is the father's turn to trouble them.
Instead of thinking about the college assignment that made his head mumble, he better talk about a tempting offer that came to him.
"Dad, someone wants Glor endorsements. Child's clothing. Can't you?"
Funny photos of two sons that he displayed on social media specifically with the account name Glor & Frey made some parties interested in asking for support for the product offered. Isn't this an interesting offer? His son is still a child but can already make money?
But she had a different mindset from her husband. Bimasena shook her head firmly.
"No no no Mommy. Do not exploit or commercialize the child. Making a living is Daddy's job" her husband said. "Childhood is a time to play and have fun. Not the time to work for money."
"Nothing's nawarin endorse to Mommy," he said.
Her husband laughed at her words.
"If no one is nawarin, let Daddy aja nawarin endorse to Mommy."
But her husband's cunning grin made her shake her head firmly.
"No way." For she could already guess what was taking root in her husband's brain.
Her husband had one request that he had not granted until now.
Ask her to dance bu gil in front of her husband.
Crazy right?
"Mommy if pregnant looks more sexy. Everything's so buxom. Her sexuality is increasing. C'mon Mi!" seduce her husband last night, for the umpteenth time.
But she disagrees with her husband. Because while pregnant she felt her body was not as good as her husband's praise. He felt like a fat clown. Standing without clothes in front of her husband she was ashamed, let alone having to dance.
Bimasena finished his breakfast, walked to the sink, washed his hands and dried his hands.
She then helped her husband put on a suit, tidied up his tie and coat.
As usual before leaving for work, her husband kissed her two children first before kissing her.
"Gloooor, Daddy's spear of victory," exclaimed her husband, kissing many times the cheek of Glor's bully.
"Dad left for the office? After breakfast, Glor took a shower and left for school" her husband said.
"Frey is being held by Sister Dad" she said.
Bimasena still steps towards the bathroom even though the baby is bathing. Get out of the bathroom with a wet face, splashed with water by baby Frey. So she took a tissue and swept it over her husband's face.
Now it's her turn to get a kiss before her husband leaves for office. Bimasena needs to bend her knees to reach her cheeks because her height is only limited to her husband's shoulders. After kissing her cheek, her husband kissed her forehead, then said,
"Mi, don't make that lecture a burden. Just go for it, think of the campus as Mommy's neighborhood." The words of her husband always appease the heart. How can it not be more dear?
But not always her husband's words appease.
"What Mommy needs to think about is, what Daddy asks Mommy to fulfill. Later that night Daddy billih. It is obligatory, not accepting any reason." Bimasena puts emphasis on the last sentence with a sly grin.
"Daaaad," he cried, with wide eyes.
"Can't protest," her husband's sosor, pinched her cheek.
"Daddy's leaving" her husband continued.
Dancing gil's mom in front of her husband? How much heavier it feels than the task of several courses at once.
Is there another woman who is like her husband? Or is he too rigid to be a wife?
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My dear readers, my,
How are you today? May there always be an abundance of health and sustenance from the Creator.
Special for dear readers, Bimasena apples on Sunday night.
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