Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 35

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Dee still continued to cry in Ibra's arms, hitting her own chest channeling all the sadness, disappointment and anger she had on her. He wanted to be angry but didn't know who to be angry with. Destiny was so cruel to him.

"Darling, yes. Don't hurt yourself, baby," said Ibra gently trying to hold Dee's hand to stop hitting herself.

Dee paid no heed to Ibra's persuasion at all. He still continued to lash out at his chest eliminating the tightness that was there. Ibra couldn't see his wife like this.

"Darling, that. Your chest will hurt" Ibra said, warning Dee. But Dee as if deaf did not listen to Ibra's words.

"DAD, STOP!" ibra stopped his wife's brutal attitude.

"Hiks, hiks, hiks, I'm an ungodly child, Mas" Dee said in her tears.

"You're not a bad boy. Already, yeah. If you keep this up, Daddy and Mommy can be sad in Heaven there," said Ibra gently persuaded his wife.

Dee was still crying in Ibra's arms. Ibra lets Dee cry in her arms so Dee can feel calmer. After a long cry, Dee fell asleep in Ibra's arms. His face and nose were reddened by crying.

Ibra picked up Dee and put her to bed. As she was about to cover Dee's body with a blanket, Ibra noticed blood stains on Dee's shirt on the right side of her chest. To be sure, Ibra unbuttoned Dee's shirt. The wound that had started to dry up was bleeding again. Because Dee hit her own chest.

"The wound was bleeding again, baby," Ibra told Dee. Ibra stood up and walked out of the room taking water and a rag to clean Dee's wound. But before that, do not forget Ibra peeked briefly at his wife's forehead.

At the bottom, Ibra saw Al sitting on Agam's lap. The boy still looked anxious and unsettled.

Ibra walked up to them. "Al," call Ibra to Al.

Al turned, "Abi, how's Umi, Abi? Abi doesn't even Umi, does he? Umi's not even the same Al, is it, Abi?" al asked Ibra.

Submissively Al nodded. After that, Al invited Kevin and Agam to play in the family room. After Al left, Ibra walked into the kitchen to get some warm water and a rag.

"Master looking for what?" bi Nini asked when she saw Ibra looking for something.

Ibra turned to Bi Nini, "Here, Bi. Ibra find a rag to compress the wound. How come there isn't, huh?"

Without asking much, Bi Nini walked up to the hanging cabinet in the kitchen and picked up the cloth that was there. "This, Sir. Usually, Madam if cleanin wound wear this," said Bi Nini gave the cloth to Dee.

"Oh yes, Bi. Thanks, Bi."

"Yes, equally, sir," Bi Nini replied kindly.

After getting what she needed, Ibra immediately went to her room. Arriving in the room, Ibra put a basin filled with warm water and wipe on the table next to the mattress, then she sat on the edge of the mattress.

His hands stretched open the buttons on Dee's upper clothes to clean his wounds. Ibra painstakingly cleaned the wound on Dee's chest. After he was clean, Ibra long looked at his wife's chest.

"Patience, Ibra. Lo's wife is being hurt," Ibra muttered withholding her desire.

"Huft, I haven't tried this for a long time. Heals quickly, yes, wounds," said Ibra holding his wife's breasts.

Not wanting to dissolve his mischievous thoughts, Ibra opened the desk drawer and took the ointment to Dee's wound. Upon finding it, Ibra applied the ointment gently to Dee's wound.

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