Father of My Son

A Smart Man Cooking

When she woke up, Bia nodded to herself. Dira's hand which has muscular muscles still moves fingers to touch Bia's chest even though his eyes are still closed. Last night they had a chance to argue about one of Bia's sensitive parts. Bia said the size remained the same because the size of the underwear she used remained C. However, Dira is strong if the part is larger.

Bia brushed off Dira's hand. He grabbed a towel on the nightstand to cover his body that lost its shell due to Dira's actions last night. Bia walked to the bathroom. He was surprised, there was prepared toiletries in pairs. "Did he plan to have us stay in the same room from the beginning?" Bia hopes the answer to the question is yes.

After the bath, Bia climbed back to her bed. He leaned his head on Dira's back who slept face down.

"Now his body is much bigger and straighter," inner Bia. Her priest is a true adult. Even when they were playing with the sling overnight, Bia could see Dira's checkered stomach of up to six pieces. Exactly torn bread in a nearby mini market where Bia swapped detergent gift vouchers for beautiful dishes.

"Dir! Wake up! Masakin me, donk!" pinta Bia while pinching Dira's cheeks. She forgot that no one could wake her husband.  However, Bia did not give up just like that. He kissed Dira's lips. Successfully, the man woke up immediately. Unfortunately, Dira even pulled Bia's hand and hugged her tightly.

"Why? Want the next session?" dira Canda.

Bia manyun's. "You're Masakin, I have a birthday today, you know!" billiards Bia.

Dira's turn is manyun. "Nothing could be more salty than cooking what?" his protest.

"What?"

"Not been out of the room all day."

Upset, Bia patted hard on Dira's arm. The man was even grim. "Son, Divan is a kid. It's not time to have a sister."

With great difficulty Bia got up. He pulled Dira's arm and forced her to wake up. Dira accidentally uncovers the blanket. Bia immediately closed her eyes! "What the hell? Just be ashamed!"

Dira clearly laughed. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom without any clothes. She closed her eyes with a pillow. "Dira! Bummer you!"

"Lha, look at me all night, don't be ashamed!" said Dira while closing the bathroom door. After the sound of the door closing, Bia immediately came down from the bed.

"Bia!" call Dira who peeked out of the door leaf. "Pick a blue shirt in the closet."

Bia nodded. He walked to one of the doors in the room. After bathing, Bia was wearing the same clothes and had just changed in Divan's room. Therefore, Bia did not see the contents of Dira's walking closet. As soon as the door of the room opened, Bia's eyes widened. How many clothes in the room so Bia had trouble finding the shirt that Dira meant.

Suits of various colors hang in the left closet and shirts and shirts are on the right. In front there is a shoe cabinet and in the middle of the room there is a display case shelf where accessories and watches.

"This much clothing can he wear everything?" Bia scratches the head even though it is not itchy. He started looking in the shirt section. Until recently realized if the shirts are arranged according to color. The problem is that blue is a lot.

Bia ran outside the room and knocked on the bathroom door. It was a long time until Dira opened the door. "What?" ask Dira.

"Which "blue shirt? What brand?"

"Whatever, just blue," said Dira.

"Blue what? There's dark blue, baby blue, navy," Bia's got all the blue.

"Who do you like me to wear? It's up to you."

Bia nodded. He ran back to the walking closet. As soon as he saw the pile of blue shirts, Bia was again confused. Which blue best suits her husband. Finally Bia sang the song "London Bridge is falling down" up to many times to make a choice.

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Not knowing because of the face or the muscles in the hand. The view of Dira while cooking is so beautiful to the eye. His fingers are agile playing spatula and frying pan. Maybe this is what warm uterus means by gentle detergents.

Nothing can beat the twinkle in Bia's eyes when he sees the results of Dira's cooking. If this is how she feels she failed to be a woman. "You are the perfect wife. It's prettier than me, smarter to cook" Bia commented.

Dira rattled his wife's head. "I'm a real guy, ma'am!" Dira sat down beside Bia. He rattled Bia's hair with anxiety. "Aren't you feeling it last night?"

"What the hell is Dira!"

Bia laughing. "Say how I am!"

Bia scoops the food on the plate and eats it. "Hmm, that's delicious!" puji Bia's.

Dira pecks Bia's cheek. "Feel you better" Dira said.

They start breakfast. At first there was nothing to disturb Bia's mind until suddenly a sense began to call out his curiosity.

"Dir, can I ask you a question?" Bia facing towards Dira. Looks like Dira does not feel if his wife is upset.

"Tell me. I promised it would open, right?"

"You still like him, don't you? Cloena Parviz." shoot Bia. Obviously Dira directly sculpted. Dira's eyes turned to Bia. Seeing the serious look in Bia's eyes, Dira knows that it still haunts Bia's feelings all along.

"I have to be honest?"

Dira's question seemed to give a negative sign to Bia. However, Bia just nodded her head in order to make things clear.

"When we parted ways and I went out with Cloe, not in a day did I forget you. When we met, I realized I still had feelings for you. And so did Cloena. There's no way in two weeks I'll forget it. After all, he had accompanied me for three years."

Bia sighed. It was heavy to hear it from Dira's mouth. However, everything has gone that way and cannot be repeated back to three years ago.

Dira rubbed Bia's hair. He kissed his wife's lips. "I might not be able to promise. However, the more I get used to it without him and don't need him. Slowly, but surely I'll forget it. Just I'm asking my wife for patience."

Bia nodded. He lowered his eyes. "Sometimes Bia still remembers Sunny. Especially if you accidentally meet and are with Divan, I must be embarrassed and hide," I Bia.

When he raised his eyes, he was shocked by Dira's sharp gaze. "What the hell? Why even upset? You also have difficulty losing people. Especially Bia!"

"Start, Bi. I'm the same Cloe lived together for three years. While you were dating Sunny for only one month, break up also because cheated. Time still have feelings?"

Dira does not accept the feelings that still imprint from Bia on Bia's first ex-girlfriend before Dira.

"Living together?" Unfortunately, Bia caught a strange word from her husband's mouth. "What does it mean to live together? Don't tell me what you mean is the same as what I think!"

Dira bit down his lips. His eyeballs glanced to the side and then looked back at Bia. "We lived together."

Bia shut her mouth. "What was your relationship like? Like a husband and wife?" Dira nodded. Lie if Bia does not feel pain in the heart. "And you just left him? Where's your responsibility?"

Dira holds Bia's shoulder. "Before he had lived with his other ex. Why am I the only one being held accountable?"

"You guys how can think that about women. You may be able to rely on lust in your body, but we have feelings. We believe you'll be guards."

Dira nodded. "Unfortunately not all humans are the same. Cloe and you are different. For you to have a family and be a good wife is more than happiness. For Cloe, as long as I can meet her needs, she doesn't mind meeting mine either. Rather than being husband and wife, it's not like two people need each other."

Bia can't say anymore. How can Cloena and Dira judge her like that?

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