Dusk Rainbow

Pov Mahesa's

Dusk is on the western horizon, the striking color makes the panorama more beautiful, as usual I go home with a suit draped in the hand. Tired face with shirt shirt shirt that buttons the top off. My eyes are a little sleepy because I stare too long at the laptop screen. Beautiful decorations have been waving on the terrace with four complementary hearts.

Randu brought me the bag. I don't know why, I told you how many times the guy worked for his own company, but still he likes to keep me company. He is a loyal friend with me in joy and sorrow.

"You go straight home and pity your children, and you look." I said as my beloved wife greeted me, kissed my hand gently and hugged me.

He left immediately after greeting. His life with Aya was also very happy like mine.

I stroked my wife's belly that was beginning to bulge, her beautiful face growing more and more beautiful. She's pregnant with our sixth child. His patience made me fall in one direction.

"What about today, is our son fussy?" many lyrics.

"Thank God, all good."

I do not know what his heart is made of so that it can soften my heart as hard as stone. Knitting a household with her was not my dream. But God said otherwise, my ribs are on him until we are met with unkindness.

"Dad, the mother bought me this," said my first child, showing me a remote car in front of me, proud to show it also in front of all the maids in the house.

"We're in yuk, it's almost maghrib."

I grabbed my wife's waist and helped her carry Syakila, while Devan and the twins ran, their lips unable to lower the sound of the car whizzing.

I play with the kids. My wife made me coffee. Her pregnancy this time was as independent as it was during my first son's pregnancy, she said. Because, at that time I did not know for sure, and ignored him like a stranger who barged into my life to cover up his disgrace.

"This is the coffee, Mas." He said in front of me, I didn't touch him but patted him on the thigh giving him the code to sit there.

"Shame," he glanced at the two-year-old twins, then glanced at Devan who was still busy with his toys. Syakila was also busy examining the twins with a doctor's device.

"Why should we be ashamed, our children do not understand." Once persuaded, he finally wanted to sit on my lap and continue to feel my sturdy jaw.

"Aren't you tired of living with me?" his words are ridiculous. "Every day wear a negligee, hooded, never grooming and also the smell of the kitchen" he added.

I smiled as I thrust a pacifier at Daffa's lips that looked thirsty. I kissed her lips gently, it was the only spirit-enhancing vitamin.

"If you're tired of just looking again, it's easy."

He patted my arm and dropped his head on my shoulder, never complaining about the smell of my sweat.

"Our children are many, I do not want to be combined," he said slowly, but very piercing to the heart. I remember marrying Camelia without her permission, even I didn't care about her being pregnant with my son and choosing to have fun with the woman I love.

"Joking, Honey." 

Adhan's voice sounds very melodious, he who first invites children into the room. Not allowing all maids to look after our children during prayer and choose to leave them in the room.

"Later you have to follow the movements of the father" he said, which I can still hear from the bathroom.

"Yes, Mother" Devan replied. When I came out the boy was wearing a scabbard with the origin and the big one of mine.

The twins have been actively prostrating in my place by facing arbitrarily. Only Syakila is a henchman, probably because she's a girl.

Even the prayer time my wife and I did not escape the interference of children, which is why my wife did not want to leave them to anyone, afraid if others were troubled with my baby.

"Darling, isn't tomorrow a check-in to the gynecologist?" Instantly I remembered her schedule after chanting a prayer.

He always put more importance on my business than on his own health.

I clucked then grabbed the tiny body that had been clutching my back.

Syakila turned to the bed, it seemed like the boy was sleepy to choose to lie down by hugging his doll.

"Why? Am I no longer needed?" I just want to keep teasing her when I'm together. It feels like there is less if it does not upset him.

His age of twenty-eight years even more cute with his two cheeks. Surely people won't believe it when he says that his son is six, but that's the truth. He was not ashamed at all even proud of being able to grant my request.

"Not so, I don't want you to be too tired, having to take care of work and me, while I'm just at home receiving money from you."

It's always a low that makes me unable to prick it.

"Well, then I'll take Aya with me, she'll be pregnant too."

His eyes are perfectly round. He pushed my cheek up to face the bathroom.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm telling you to sleep outside."

I silenced her again with a soft kiss and then moved and opened the door. 

"Bi, Ma'am, take care of the kids!" I shouted towards everyone who was waiting for his task. They ran up to me and took each of their foster children. 

After being quiet, I locked the door, I helped her fold her face, it seemed like I had to reveal my heart for the umpteenth time.

"Here baby, I miss looking at our son." I seduced him, without being seduced even two were very obedient, but I could not ask for rations just like that, there still had to be frills that flattered him.

She put on makeup and then changed her dress with official clothes, showing her distended stomach which makes her body more sexy.

"I'm ready" he said gently. 

Instantly something was stirring down there, so I could not help it. I brushed him gently, giving a gentle touch to achieve matchless enjoyment.

After pampering her on the bed, I kissed her forehead gently.

"I will always be by your side. There is no tired word to love you, you have sacrificed a lot for me. To waste your youth on my behalf and to be pregnant with my children. Madame Sabrina Rahardjo, you are capable of ravaging my life."

She smiled shyly, her face blushing as I peeked back at her slightly pugnacious nose.

"Get me old, don't move to another heart." He nodded with his face covered in a blanket.

"Our heart is one, if you are sick, I will feel pain as well. My love won't recede until our faces are wrinkled and our hair is bleached."

Finally, Mahesa's father kept his promise until the two became prospective grandparents.

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Very good reading for you