CALL ME MAS! SEASON 2

The Feelings of a Young Papa

Still from the previous chapter. There is no neat plot in this story, but Mas Pras always comes back with a story that is so unique. 😂

The atmosphere of the night after the electricity was on, it was almost 2 hours dead lights. But it does not make Alishba feel saturated, even able to play shadows with the Papa.

Now in the TV room, Alishba appears to be leaning against Papa's chest, feeling very comfortable. The young papa looked engrossed in watching a cartoon with his little daughter.

"Papa, Alishba is sleepy." Lirih Alishba and her eyes began to dim.

Pras stroked her little daughter's hair and Alishba began to hug her.

Britney who had just finished making milk for her little daughter was approaching towards the two of them, but Alishba had already closed her eyes.

"Mas, Alishba is asleep?!"

"Hems, just now still talking." Pras then looked at his little daughter who had closed her eyes.

"So ask for milk, just made already booby." Britney said in a soft voice. Britney who seemed to be smiling sweetly, and still held a glass of milk for Alishba.

Pras carried his son and took him to Alishba's room. Very comfortable room for Alishba, Britney returned to the kitchen and put the milk chocolate that was requested by Alishba.

"Darling, you're bobo." Pras kissed his son's forehead and did not forget he offered a do'a for his little daughter.

Pras is only a Papa, who still has many shortcomings, he can only pray, ask that his little daughter is healthy, and always in the protection of Allah SWT.

"Papa Alishba's darling."

Pras pulls a pink blanket with a picture of hellokitty. Britney, who was in the room, saw the young Papa watching his little daughter with affection.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" Britney asked who saw Pras so wistfully, while stroking Alishba's hair.

"Dear, I'm just worried. Our son is big fast. In a moment, enter Primary School. Slowly going to be a teenager." Pras said with a sweet smile, but in his heart was very agitated.

A Papa who is quite worried, it turns out that time has run fast. His son is old, he will have a sister. It didn't feel like it was going to happen with him, it was so fast passing and it all felt like it was just passing by.

Though Pras just like being fond of Alishba, know-know his son has grown up, and will enter the elementary school level.

"Yes, time is so fast. I feel the same way. I always felt Alishba was a toddler. But it turns out that I was wrong, our son is already big, even he is very smart, let alone every talk, I sometimes confused explain to Alishba." Said Britney and approached her little daughter.

The two parents were so fond of her little daughter, and were full of worries about her little daughter's future.

"Darling, you're booby."

Pras again kissed his little daughter's forehead, Alishba started hugging her bolster, and Pras got out of Alishba's bed.

"Unfortunately Mama, bobok ya baby. My dear mother is Alishba." Britney also did the same, even highlighting her eyes full of love and affection for her little daughter.

Britney started turning off the lights and just turned on the sleeping lights on the right side of the bed. Alishba used to sleep alone, but sometimes also wanted to sleep with Papa and Mama. Even Britney who sometimes still can not bear, if the night after the husband sleeps, Britney went to her son's room.

Maybe the feeling of the mother who was still agitated, when she released her child to learn to sleep alone in her room, and that was about two years ago.

"Darling, have you been drinking pregnant milk?"

"Mh, Mas Pras, I still don't like."

Always so, from her first pregnancy and now her second, Britney was hardest to drink pregnant milk.

"I made it, and you must drink it to the end."

Britney seemed to change, her face was in a dilemma, for some reason she did not like to drink pregnant milk. Though it is very important for the fetus and also his health.

Britney followed her husband who was walking towards the kitchen. The kitchen is not so spacious, but very modern with a fairly comfortable atmosphere, and the dining room is next to it, and there is a mini bar that is also not far from the kitchen.

Britney began sitting in a bar stool near the kitchen. Mini bar, where Pras makes coffee, and the place is very unique.

"You should drink this milk." Pras holds a jar of boxes containing brown milk powder.

"Emm, Mas Pras is a small glass."

Pras had taken a large cup, but when he saw his wife's expression, he finally did not take the big cup.

Britney seemed to be propping up her chin, her lips pouting as she watched her husband stir warm milk for her.

"Darling, let's drink milk." Pras put it on the mini bar table. The two eyes looked at each other, Pras who was looking for mercy and Britney still pursed her lips.

"No need, I can do it myself." Britney took the milk, and drank slowly.

If her husband holds her cup, there she must immediately finish the milk in the cup.

Pras walked up to the sitting wife, and Pras pulled the chair slowly around, then got closer and Britney was still drinking the warm chocolate milk.

Britney looked at her husband and held the cup. Pras smiled and both his hands held the side of the chair.

"You're like a baby, would you like me to help clean the marks?!"

Britney quickly grabbed the tissue on the right side of the table. Wiping his mouth quickly and Pras mischievously stared intently, his sting was too late.

"Mmh, Mas Pras.it's only 8 o'clock."

"What do you mean it's 8pm."

"That's not what I mean. I'm going upstairs, there's a job I want to finish."

Pras did not just stop, the atmosphere was still drizzling, and the air was so piercing, it felt like there was another feeling that could not stop him.

"I'll help you later, but you have to help me first, baby."

"But, I'll be sleepy."

I don't know why the pregnancy of his second wife, makes Pras more aggressive. Even he always wants a strange, with the reason he craves.

"Let's go baby, accompany me to play first. Just sec. I beg you."

Britney turned her lips to the right, and Pras with a rancid look had succeeded in persuading his wife.

Pras turns on the screen and the playstation, Britney is forced to obey her naughty husband. Simply play PS at night and Britney is so saturated, almost every day she plays it.

"You lost again, why baby?"

"I can't. I can't play PS Mas Pras!"

Pras kisses his wife's sensual lips "One more time dear."

"Big Pras!!"

Every time the wife lost the game, the punishment was more thrilling, not just a kiss, but more than that.

"Mas, it's been three 3 rounds I lost. I'm not talented."

Pras turned his head towards his wife's face which was on the right, and the two faces were getting closer. Highlight his eyes Pras was very sharp, but meaningful and Britney looked at him with a sparkling look.

Pras stroked his wife's hair and kissed her forehead, then said "I'll help you with your work. You just sleep, it's already night, baby."

Britney nodded with her sweet smile, and left her husband from the TV room.

"My wife, I'll catch up with you soon."

Britney who walked into the room, still muttered "Bojoku is getting naughty."

Eittss better nakalin own wife yes Britney 😂 than nakalin others right danger 😅🤫

continue your mischief Mas Pras, the author does not want to interfere yak ✌😜

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