Half of My Husband's life

The Insect bite

Pretty tired, almost an hour of unnoticed travel, holding hands with a small body Ara sat leaning back to sleep.

"Mas."

The gentle call of the woman beside him sounded delicate.

"Yes." Yeah." Andra looked at the face so close to her shoulder.

"I want to take Auntie's nanny for Ara." she paused for a moment. "For someone to accompany him while he sleeps and..."

"Do you mean the aunt who took care of Ara at Azzam's house?" ask Andra.

Hafizah. "He's already at Mas's cabin, babysitting Ara if Ningrum or Nur is teaching."

Andra smiled, grabbing Hafizah's shoulder to get more attached to her. His eyes looked forward, Tomi was turning the steering wheel to slightly up the left.

"We have arrived" Andra said.

Hafizah looked ahead, there were two house assistants who were ready at the door, and two guards stood guard while saluting as their car entered the courtyard of the luxurious Andra house.

"This is your house, is it?"

"Yes, our house." Andra tightened her hand for a moment, then went down first with Ara.

Soon the car Mingho was driving also arrived.

"Let Ara be with me." asked Hafizah to Andra.

"No need, later he will sleep in his room, with Auntie" said Andra turned to Mingho's car which was opening both sides of his car door.

"Auntie!" Hafizah called him half screeching.

The middle-aged woman immediately approached with a happy smile. "This is Aunt holding Ara."

Andra gave Ara to Bibi, entered the mansion.

"We'd better go home, this house doesn't need insect repellent." Mingho told Andra.

"Please. You're not needed right now." Andra expelled the two assistants.

"He's outrageous, you ungodly superior!" say Minho again. his face more in the bend since returning home, of course he was more upset after meeting Ningrum.

"Let's go." take Tomi who is always more mature.

"Alright, we'll spend the twilight together, daydreaming of a love that doesn't come." Mingho put on his glasses and walked first to his car.

"Don't like that, Mom." Fiza was sitting on the spacious bed in Andra's room.

"I don't want to be disturbed." Andra hugged him.

"Is that also why you took Auntie?" Fiza looked at him while chuckling.

"Yes, one of them." Andra confessed with a laugh. Of course that was true because Ara was currently sleeping in the other room with Aunt accompanying her.

"You've even thought that far." Hafizah laughed.

"Of course, honey." Andra hugged her even more, looking beautifully at Fiza's face up close. Sometimes he closes and reopens his eyes, making sure that he is not dreaming.

"Mas Andra's gonna take a shower?" ask Hafizah smooth.

"Later, after I make you sweat." Andra teases him, creating a natural blush on his wife's ayu face.

"It's still afternoon." replied Hafizah looking at the window, The sunlight entered partly giving orange-colored illumination in the spacious room.

"For me the afternoon and the night are the same." Andra rubbed Fiza's face with the back of her finger. Presenting a great swish that made Hafizah a little nervous.

Although he had done it, but with Andra there was something different. If Azzam is so subtle and polite, Andra is the opposite. Looking impatient, and seeming to be rough at play, made his heart uneasy.

Andra's hand began to pull the piercing brooch on Hafizah's neck slowly.

And slowly the square veil opened revealing the child's hair and neckline Hafizah. Interestingly slowly, until the black hair is slightly wavy but finely groomed, rubbed together with a loose veil.

"You are beautiful." praised Andra, moreover, the pair of clear eyes that always run when in view is now straight challenging, amazing like an expensive crystal.

Somehow he started, like he was hungry he did not want to leave that face for a moment.

"Mmmm Mas." Feeling not given a pause, want to feel Hafizah rest to breathe.

But with pride the man who has become your husband does not give a chance, even a breath of both of them meet each other warm.

No matter the light of day outside has switched up to one side of the bed, Andra continues to make the neat bed is now a mess. No matter the word plead or ask, to him all sounds the same. The more his wife pleaded, the more satisfied he smiled, occasionally grinning to beat, even making the beautiful woman in his arms more uncomfortably.

"I love you."

The end of the activity which is almost an hour, the words love and warm kiss never stop inhabiting the face of au Hafizah who is tired.

"Honey." panggi Andra then after a few minutes keep hugging him.

"Hemm.." answered only a little, limp and sleepy after the wedding procession continued by fulfilling his duties as a wife.

Andra peeped her cheek again. "Sleep." hugged him so tightly, he was really happy today, got the Hafizah legitimately, and settled the sense that had long since agitated him.

The next days will be happy, the nights will not be restless either. Hugging Hafizah tightly with him, will not let go no matter what happens.

"Hopefully you'll be pregnant with my son, our son." Andra hugged again, rubbing her slightly rough stomach on her bottom. It can be seen clearly if three years ago he did Caesar when giving birth to Ara.

***

The Maghrib prayer awakened two exhausted people after combining love.

The rolled up body of the blanket moved, while looking at the ceiling of Andra's room, turned his head and then looked up at the face that was also sleeping beside her, half-hugging her.

Hafizah looked at the face that had a solid jaw with that pure white skin, his whiskers were thin, his lips were red once.

Ah, remembering a moment ago. Hafizah felt her own lips, Andra was so fierce to sip the part that it felt swollen.

She smiled and hugged Andra slowly. Thinking about how the handsome man mastered it, he did so very crazily, Hafizah shook his head.

After praying three rakaat together, someone outside was impatient to meet and enter.

"It looks like Ara." said Andra folding her alphabet.

"true." Hafizah immediately moved with mukena still installed neatly.

"Mother." Ara's voice was clearly heard when the door was opened. The little boy was in Aunt's arms.

"Thank you Auntie." Hafizah brought Ara in.

"Hi Honey!"

"Dad!" Ara shouted, running to hug Andra.

"Oh, Daddy's son is already so big." Andra held him high.

"Ala wants bobo here" he said in a distinctive voice.

"Come, right here." Andra pointed at the middle of the spacious bed.

"Isn't Ara big?" Hafizah seduces her son, with her hair still moist he rolls over on the bed.

"Lehel's mom's sick!" her screech pointed her index finger at the neck of Hafizah.

"Huh?" he touched his neck in confusion.

"Ah, emmm. i.it's in the insect bite." Andra was nervous.

"Congress!" ara's round eyes did not blink, then looked around Andra's room.

Hafizah hurriedly woke up and reflected. "Astaghfirullah."

Andra gave a smile as she continued to chatter with Ara, only glancing at Hafizah who was busy looking for a veil that could be worn immediately.

"Daddy's fortune is a lot of jams."