Father My son
Surprise
The beautiful morning is back...
The night sky always comes when the time comes, but it will not be long
He will leave when the sun comes to say hello
So is cloudy, drizzling, rain, thunderstorms and lightning
They would indeed come soaking the earth, sweeping the sky with a thunderous sound or a soul-stinging light
But it was only a while later it went away
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Windi finished dressing Tristan up when Melvin walked into their son's kakar. Seldom Melvin semoat visit the prince's room, usually also busy with files that do not end when.
"Morning my son!" she hugged and kissed her son's cheek.
Tristan only laughed with a few subtle jambang Melvin who pierced his cheek. While Windi tidied up Tristan's gear, letting Melvin rub Tristan on the bed. A sweet smile rose on her typical Japanese face, looking at Tristan's different happiness. Happy to see the laughter of Tristan, other than because of Allah Swt, Tristan is his strength.
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That morning Melvin as usual drove Windi first, Windi took acceleration classes so that 6 days entered in a week, only weekends were off.
with another woman. Why does just getting a kiss on the forehead feel a million times more beautiful? Is this what is called peerless beauty, when it is obtained already halal?
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One night, after a tiring day Melvin entered the room at exactly 22:00 WIB. He grabbed a towel after putting down his bag and taking off his socks, then went into the bathroom.
Ten minutes passed, Melvin came out of the bathroom and was shocked to see a woman sitting behind him. The woman turned her back so she didn't know who was in her room, and where was Windi?
"Ehem!" he tried to attract the attention of the woman so that he could know who the woman who dared to enter his room besides the wife.
However, the woman had yet to turn around, still calm and staring out the window displaying the moon and stars in the night sky. Melvin felt so wrong, he remembered the last time he was in a situation that made him lose the first trust of his wife. He no longer wants to repeat the same thing even if it is just an intention.
"Who are you?" tanya Melvin observed the back with those long, dense hair.
But the woman did not answer. Melvin could only capture the woman like a black silhouette, the lighting that only relied on sleeping lights made him unable to recognize the figure. Surprisingly, he did not feel threatened.
"Just tell me who you are? How dare I go into my room and my wife?!" it was because of diabaika.
Melvin could not help his patience, as he pulled the woman roughly.
Sreth!
"Melvin!"
Hi, for those looking for a continuation, I want to find a new home for my Son's Dad. Maybe you will find the pen name is no longer Ell Zeya, it could be Blue Rose or Aubi Atmarini Aiza. But I have a few pen names. Hehe.... 😂😍
.Hi, for those looking for a continuation, I want to find a new home for my Son's Dad. Maybe you will find the pen name is no longer Ell Zeya, it could be Blue Rose or Aubi Atmarini Aiza. But I have a few pen names. Hehe.... 😂😍
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Illustration of his hair...😀
