Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 43

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In contrast to the harmonious family, Naina vented her frustration at the goods in her apartment. He was annoyed and angry considering every word Dee had spoken to him. Naina did not expect that the woman she had always considered weak and stupid could fight against her.

"Be careful, now you can fight and insinuate me, Dee. But look what I can do to you. I'm going to destroy you" Naina said with a wicked grin on her face.

Naina grabs her phone to contact someone.

"How, Dad? Is the video done well?" naina said directly after her phone line was connected.

"Yes, Baby. Everything is done easily" replied someone from across the street.

"You're the best, Daddy. It's not in vain that I have you," Naina replied in her long voice.

"Anything for you, Baby," replied the man across the street in a heavy and long voice.

"I miss you."

"Later tonight I'll be visiting, Baby. Prepare yourself."

"I'm always ready for you."

"Well, I'll see you in bed tonight" said the man across the street and immediately disconnected his call without waiting for an answer from Naina.

"In the meantime your happiness is broken, Haidee Tsabina," muttered Naina with her evil grin.

Three days have passed, now Iba and Al have recovered from their pain. Now the little family is enjoying time together in Ibra and Dee's room.

"Abi, Al wants to be the same as Abi and Umi, yes," whine Al the umpteenth time.

"Sleeping in your own room, Boy," Ibra replied in the same sentence for the umpteenth time. His eyes were still focused on the television screen hanging on the wall of the room.

"At this time, Abi," al persuaded Ibra.

"Umi, Al is not the same Umi, yes," Al turned to persuade Uminya who is now busy with Muslim magazine in his lap.

"Yes, we'll sleep in three, later" Dee replied gently to Al.

"Honey," whined Ibra not to approve Dee's decision.

"Mas," said Dee, resolutely lowering his eyes to Ibra. Ibra who saw Dee's expression just resigned.

Al cheered the pleasure of hearing Uminya's answer. "Wlee," Al's lips poked his tongue out at her Abinya. The boy was very proud to have won from Ibra.

"Yes already, now Umi's son sleeps, yes. Tomorrow we have to go to school again" Dee said, lifting Al's body and putting the boy to sleep in their midst. Ibra who saw Al's position in the middle became upset herself. The reason, his intention to indulge with Dee will fail because of his own seeds.

"Mas also rest, yes. We have to go to work again tomorrow. Kasian Kak Kevin, has three days to take care of the office alone," Dee softly told Ibra.

Ibra just nodded. His hand reached for the remote to turn off the flaming television. After that, Ibra turned off the lights and left the sleeping lights. Then Ibra went to lay down with his son and wife.

Huft, fail my iftar same Dee. I waited a long time until the wound was dry. This is a riotous prick. Fortunately for my own son, if not I've kicked it to Pluto. Ibra's grudge inwardly vented his frustration. He slept with his back to his wife and children.

Dee understood her husband's frustration. But for now it would be better if his son slept with him. After making sure Al was asleep, Dee got up and got out of bed. Dee walked around the bed and crouched down in front of Ibra who was already asleep, more precisely just closing her eyes.

Dee looked at her husband's face, feeling guilty for not being able to meet Ibra's biological needs.

Dee leaned her face slightly kissing Ibra's forehead, after which it dropped to her nose and turned to her husband's sexy lips.

Dee was shocked as Ibra held back her nape. Ibra kissed him deeply channeling the longing for his wife's touch. Feeling that his oxygen supply had been reduced, Ibra let go of the levies and looked in Dee's eyes.

"Mas hasn't slept?"

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