Bojomu My spirit

Possessive Young Papa

"Hem, this echo of his son Ajeng, whose name was it, Jeng?"

Ajeng who had just closed his dormitory then smiled, his son was welcomed by many people with joy, even he got a lot of gifts, he had not been able to open one by one.

"Arunika Cahya Arya, it's clear this tablets if the Aryan mas do not want his son recognized by other people's children, his father is possessive!"

Bu Ratih laughed at the words of the ghost, indeed since marrying Ajeng, there were so many changes that he saw from Arya, becoming a man who was aware of his responsibilities.

Where the face of the child is very similar to Arya, from the shape of the face to the lips, all belong to Arya, no one name embedded Arya there, young papa possessive.

"The call is Arun, Oma Tiwi, Oma Lastri .. his papa asked to be called Arun, whereas I want to be called Aya, ahahahah, kayak in the films is Aya, I want to be, this is but Arya wants Arun, in front of her A is the same R, as she is, so all she wants is like her, Bu Tiwi, Bude Lastri!" Look at her little face like her husband. "But, yes I am grateful he looks like Arya mas, is it if I don't think I'm not his son Arya mas, his father's time is white handsome like that, his son is like a bushes!"

"Ahahahahahah, heh wong you have changed, originally you are beautiful, Jeng. Just late!" bude Lastri to the ground.

Beautiful who is late, all day in this house is never lonely, only lonely when Arya returns, considering that the young papa is possessive of his wife and little girl.

They have a chance to gossip during the day, spend whatever is served and deliberately Arya buy every return home from work, there is no sabbatical because Arya wants her son to have a good future, he said, he has to work hard.

"Dear, I'm home!" Arya smiled, she changed the name to his wife, not from you and me again. "Drinked a lot, my Arun, Dear?" kan, nothing's been sealed his son.

"Doyan him, Mas." Ajeng help take off the buttons of Arya's shirt, leaving a thin shirt before finally being taken to take a shower. "Doyan ***** his son, Papa .. do not want to bob if not nen much, he wants to be on me with nen toys, like you, Mas!" he pulled Arya's ear a little.

Arya chuckles, her life has become more colorful since Arun was present, maybe the rainbow she has there are two levels, one Ajeng, another Arun daughter.

Before breezing into the bathroom, Arya kissed the anxious face first, until there was a new whimper she ran as fast as lightning into the bathroom, otherwise the logger could float to her.

Ajeng to the head bobbles, or maybe it is the work of all the fathers in the world so, like to disturb the sleeping child, even though his mother is hard-earned, just want to urinate hold a deep breath.

"Darling, Papa is okay, Papa is a squid, if other than Papa can not he said. No, no, no man other than my Papa!" Ajeng use-usel, glad to have his own doll, want telon oil everywhere, even Arya fragrance oil changed the scent of a baby now. "Bobok again, later play with Papa later, if Papa is ready to bobok, you disturb, yes Run yes?"

Arya grinned at Ajeng, she hugged Ajeng from behind, biting her neck because she was so anxious.

"The one who stays up!"

"Yes, I love staying up late, especially with Arun ****, ahahahah, very fond, Dear!"

Ajeng pull again the ear of her husband, yes, she had to open two her intake at once, yes even though Arya was just playing games, not sucking it for real, still she was like giving milk to two babies at once.

"Mas, are you eating now?"

"Are you?"

"Not yet."

"Yaudah, you go first, Dear. I'll get Arun, later if he wants you ready!"

Ajeng nodded, good cooperation between husband and wife, he used to have a fear that Arya would be careless, it turns out that after the baby was born, it was he who casually asked for Arya's help this and that, it was, lucky her husband never angry, most jealous if his attention to Arun all, for Arya that Ajeng must keep taking care of him, attention to him, because he couples until old age, later, there should be no chemistry that is damaged just because of busyness with children.

"Jeng, come eat! Mama has been waiting for you this, your father just added two plates when not nyuin!"

Mr. Darma giggled, hungry to hear a story from his wife about the granddaughter who is loyal *****. It feels like everyone in this house all likes to eat finally on the grounds of supporting Ajeng.

"Arya's the same son?"

"Yes, Mom. If the dateng gini his son is made to whine, diciumi does not want to stop, if it is already crying thankfully not left, yes carried it, painstaking him." Worrying in front of him.

Madam Ratih patted her chest proud, although Arya had looked like a demit before, but in her heart the boy was very soft and understanding. Bu Ratih can guarantee there will be no disappointment in the household Arya and Ajeng, both are good at balancing, let alone Ajeng.

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"Dear, he said it, you don't eat spicy, diarrhea will be the same as Arunnya!"

"No, that's a concoct for you, Mas. I eat the usual, no sambelnya, pity later this child of mine!" Ajeng used-usel again, he looked up because there was a flash of unacceptable. "Yes, your son is the same as me, Mas. Arun Papa Arya's son, aye!"

Arya pulled both corners of her lips, she was gluttonous again the anointing menu, anyway she was a possessive young papa, not only at Ajeng, but at Arun as well.

So, those who visit also know, if calling Arun must be complete, Arun his son papa Arya, the door of the house can be wide open.

"Why, Dear?" Arya licks her fingers, eats without a spoon, delights.

"Eek arun, Mas. Oh this!"

Yuck!