EPOCHS

Chapter 50

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

I'm a clearance to breastfeed Alief. But the truth is not that. I'd rather go from there, than have to be quiet about a conversation I don't understand at all. I'm craped, feeling eliminated here. So, avoiding is the best way.

Alief is soundly bobo. His face was peaceful and his breathing was regular. He was so enjoying his sleep. I wanted to catch up, but my mind was divided everywhere. Drowsiness nothing pops up.

Faintly, I heard their conversation had stopped. There was also the sound of the door being closed and locked by Mas Al. I felt relieved, but there was a slight feeling of anger in my heart. I don't know why I'm upset at being kept that way.

“Lho, Deck. How come it's here? Why not follow Mas again in front?” asked Mas Al while sitting next to me.

“Do what I was there if it was just a goat. You like talking three, talking about the time in Akmil, talking about the days of education first, talking about your love story. What do I have to do, Mom? Shut up to your chatter that I don't understand, is that it? I can't stand still, Mom! I don't want to just be your display.” I said while shedding tears. Well, basic Kinza crybaby, it can only cry and cry, huhu.

Mas Al held my shoulder. He directed me to look at his face. "Apologies, huh, Dek? I didn't mean it that way. Sorry if this attitude makes your heart hurt. But honestly, all we're talking about is education. When Amira tells the story of her love with Satria, Mas is also silent. Just pretend to laugh when Mas himself does not understand. Please forgive me, will you? Mas really do not mean to silence you like gini.” Mas Al explained everything with a very guilty face. I know, he must have been honest. But, why does the taste still apply huh?

“Sorry, Mom, I still feel bad. I want to be alone first. Mas can get out of Alief's room now.” said me while removing the hand of Mas Al who was on my shoulder. He just nodded and seemed to be breathing.

“Don't be long, yeah, Deck. You cannot be alone, especially with the guilt that continues to haunt your mind. Again, Mas apologise to you.” said Mas Al while leaving Alief's room. I was crying on the spot. Suddenly guilt appeared in my heart.

Why does my chest feel tight, huh? How could I throw Mas Al Kayak away. I sinned, hyks.

I left Alief asleep. As soon as possible I approached Mas Al who was walking towards our room. “Mas?!” call me and stop walking. Mas Al also stopped his steps.

She turned her body, “what's up, Dek?” asking Mas Al makes me feel guilty. Uh, wanted in the hug.

“Mas, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked you like that. Don't get mad, yeah, Mas?” I said while scattering hugging his strapping body. Suddenly, Mas Al grabbed me in a hurry. We both cried to unify each other's regrets.

“Mas loves you so much, Dek. Forgive me for hurting your heart. Mas really did not mean it like that.” he said on the sidelines crying.

God, it's lucky to have a husband like Mas Al. Crying over his mistake for making me feel hurt. Nowadays it's hard to find someone who truly loves us, isn't it?

“I love you a lot too, Mom. I really love you. Forgive me for all the mistakes and selfishness I have done. Really, I regret her.” said I while hugging her getting stronger. I'm really comfortable in this position.

“Mas wrong, Deck. It's natural that you behave like that.” reply Mas Al gently. One hand stroked my hair and the other held me.

“But, Mas me yan-ftt..” My words were cut off because a kiss landed smoothly on my lips. Warm and soft lips. The lips I like best. He, *******my lips are so soft. Don't stay quiet, I return her kiss. Putting lips together, mouth to mouth, teeth to teeth. You kissed long and sticky.

Our kiss came off as this breath began to run out. Mas Al then looked at me gently. Sometimes he kisses my nose and forehead. I like this scene.

Once in the taste of enough oxygen, Mas Al back to run his action. He kissed me greedily like there was no tomorrow. Spoiling me with every soft kiss. Her taste was always the same, like the first time she kissed me. But strangely enough, I always loved that kiss. Warm, and thrilling.

“Mas, already. I sleepy.” said I nosy on the sidelines of a kiss. The action stopped for a moment. His face was frustrated.

“Dek, impediment. Si he was awake.” boduh Mas Al makes me goosebumps instantly. Oh no, not that first. I'm not ready to get pregnant.

“But, Mas. I'm not ready to get pregnant. I don't want to add a child yet. If it comes out inside, not delicious.” reject me reasoned the same as before. Not that I wanted to cultivate her passion, but I was too afraid that a fetus would grow in my womb. Really, I have no intention of getting pregnant anymore, huhu.

Mas Al rubbed my hair, styled the haircut that blocked his view. His gaze was different from his usual, like his Mas Al really wanted to do the ‘itu’ thing with me. What should dong be?

He reached into his pants pocket, reaching for the small package filled with. Oh no, that's a nista thing that is used to have sex. I swear, Mas Al is intent. He really wanted to do that with me.

“Where? Still scared, baby?” asked Mas Al with a passionate look. Oh, my God, I can't refuse. I also wantuu!

I shook my head and immediately hunted down his handsome face. The faint smile from her lips made my heart blush in shame. Right, this will be a different union. There's a barrier, so I won't be scared. But how does it feel? Let's try it.

“Mas, good indeed wear ginian?” ask Mas Al who is wearing that shit. Oh no, clearly visible belongs to her who wants to enter my core immediately.

“Mana, Mas know, Deck. It was the first time I used this thing. Somewhat complicated, yes, want unification also.” said in reply to the oddity slowly. I did a short message while throwing the padangan in the other direction.

“Mas, I check Alief for a moment, yes. Want to make formula milk to fit wake up immediately drink milk.” my body while covering away. With a rash step, with the clothes already in disarray, and with the lust that had soared I walked into Alief's room. Ih, why am I the one who wants to 'it' now'? Not really!

A few minutes later, we finished making milk. Now I go back to the room and find Mas Al sitting on a cell phone.

“Mas, have you used it?” ask me while biting my lips. I swear, I've been like a cheap woman. But like it, how dong? Cheap husband is okay, right? Just because I am his wife.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah!”

Want uwu-uwu aja use nanya all. Use English anyway. I want to start but haha.

Okay, tonight's gonna be a long night for me and Mas Al. Such as uwu-uwu activities in the usual. We will fall asleep when we feel completely exhausted. Hence, once uwu-uwu can be two or three hours. Eventually, it was a friend. We need both. Don't be envious hehe.

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“Ma - ma da - da cu - cu.” (Mama, grandpa drinks milk). Alief had gone horribly early in the morning. Four o'clock in the morning he woke up. Weeping and certainly waking me who still sleep soundly on the body of Mas Al. Still this one, roll it!

I pulled out a blanket that covered both of us. Then I closed the one who was still asleep. Oh My God, Mas Al is handsome. Added tile with a stocky body and looks without a thread. Remembering last night's events, it gave me goosebumps. I'm ashamed but ashamed.*ups

I hurried to meet Alief, intent on making formula milk. Because the milk that was last night is stale. Just makeshift clothes without wearing any interior, I approached Alief in a hurry. My favorite was up, crying and sitting in a baby box, scratching my head. Well, it's funny my son.

“Ma - ma da - da - cu.." (Mama dedek drink milk). Repeat it once again. Apparently he was impatient.

I carried Alief, brought him into the room. She used formula milk, but she was crying. The desire of ASI. More practical and fast.

After being satisfied with breastfeeding, Alief finally went back to sleep and was now in his room. Now I live with half the sleepiness that is still struggling. Going to sleep again, it's over. There could be bad luck, which there is bablas until seven in the morning huhu.

Mas Al moved, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. “Dek, have you woken up, hm?" ask her with a typical hoarse voice of waking up. Uwu, how sexy Mbok!

“Udah, Mas. Four o'clock Alief get up asking for milk.” said I while cleaning clothes scattered everywhere. Behavior if uwu-uwu run out, the super room is messy like it has been hit by a tsunami. Chaos balau.

“Mas want milk too, dong." his words began nosy. Hoy, not satisfied with the same activities last night. My body was completely controlled by him.

“No, baby! When I woke up, it was this morning! Ready to pray at dawn, not yet a big shower.” said me while going to bring a pile of dirty clothes. He's just a short mesem.

“Mandi with yuk, Dek?” take her nosy.

“No, my dear late! Just take a shower, let me get your clothes ready, okay!” I stopped in front of him. Overly arguing with her can make her fail to focus. Her body is, ups.

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“What's this morning, Mas? Busy, huh?” ask me while applying chocolate peanut butter to bread. Al nodded quickly.

“He's a darling, as always. The reports have become friends every day. Especially soon HUT unit implemented, more busy. Why, honey? How is the tumben nanya?” Mas Al drank the vanilla milk I made.

“Not there, Mas. I'm just asking, kok.” Mas Al nodded.

“How are you, Dek? What's the rush today?” ask Mas Al.

“As usual, some houses, bathing Alief, cooking continues to participate in Persit activities. Today the plan is to make financial statements with Ms. Amira and Ms. Yonathan. All of you record the orphans around the dorm.” said I explained. Mas Al nodded his head again as he devoured the bread.

“Not her you are jealous same Amira.” bubuh Mas Al super recek. I'm pouting lazily.

“Yes what do you want again, Mas? This is the commanding officer's order. I can't possibly refuse, right? Call it up, Mas. Gini-gini also I keep your good name, tauuu!” reply to me honestly. Yes it should be like this. Refusing cannot either. Now just accept and run the task with full seriousness and responsibility. Because it's true, Mas Al's name is on my shoulders. So I have to do my best, whatever and whatever the circumstances.

Mas Al rattled the top of my head in a fit of anxiety. “Wife Mas pinter once. So it just increased her love. Make want to spend more children, ha ha ha.” his words in together with a loud laugh. I grunt. I was upset by Mas Al. Why the morning has discussed wanting to add children? No other language what? Scavenge!

“Stop discuss child, Mas. It's still morning. Don't you bosen talk about it-it continues? My hot cup, baby!” firmly I while scurrying into Alief's room, he was already awake and crying loudly. Actually, it's not just Alief's room. I also avoided Mas Al's words about adding children. Dizzy, I no longer know what to do. Mas Al really-bener mengebet want to cepet-cepet have another child. Where am I ready, Mbok!

“Don't dodge dong, darling. What's wrong with the kid? As the saying goes, many children a lot of sustenance also.”

“Bikin is also easy, baby. Come on, go home and get ready for work. We work again.” connect Mas Al more ngaco. Clap the eel with all the words Mas Al.

“Your problem is, Mas. I don't want it now!”