I'm Tired, Love Me

Germanic

When I arrived in Germany, the driver was waiting for us at the airport. We headed to Steve's parents' house, which a few months ago our Sah place was going to be husband and wife. We passed the cherry plantation which re-entered the harvest season.

“Darling, can you come by for a minute? I want fresh cherry.” I looked out the car window and noticed the plantation where I had once been.

“Bby baby. Paul, bitte kommen Sie in den Kirschgarten.” Steve spoke to Paul, the driver who picked us up when I first came here. Paul just smiled and nodded.

This cherry garden is where Steve proposed to me. I plucked a 3-stalk cherry, then I ate quickly.

“Honey I want to eat this every day can?” I lifted 5 sprigs of cherry I just picked up, and I put them on my palm.

“Bby baby. Later let the employees who send to the house every day ya.” Steve ruffled the top of my hair.

“Asikkkk, same strowberry can?”

“Whatever you want can be dear, as long as you are happy.”

“Papi is indeed the best.” I tiptoed to kiss Steve.

“If the best later get a bonus dong yes.” Whispering and rolling his eyes Steve teased me.

“You want a junior ya papi?” I replied in a whisper.

“Mau make delicious mami.” He answered while pulling my waist and kissing me lovingly.

“So I'm a good one, you don't?” I pretended to throw my face away.

“Ngak.” Answer Steve pretended to be a bitch. “But make addiction, hahahaha” he continued full of laughter.

I also laughed with Steve who hugged me tightly. “Stay by my side no matter what happens baby, because I will always love you until the end of my life.”

“Listen that son, your papi again gombalin mami nih, what good to answer? Hehehe” I changed to tease Steve.

“Answer I Love You papi, it dong. Mami ruined our romantic moment yes son.” Steve stroked my stomach as if he was talking to the baby in my womb.

Mbak Sari who is dizzy because of her first day of getting monthly guests, just stay in the car and sleep.

After eating about 15 sprigs of cherry, Steve and I returned to the car and we continued our journey to the house of my beloved in-laws.

Mommy and daddy welcomed us. Even mommy had told the waiter to make me rendang and ketoprak and ice doger. Before leaving, mommy called me asking me what I wanted to eat when I got there, because at that time I was looking at the feed on Instagram, and at that time what seemed to be Indonesian food, Indonesia, finally my mouth said rendang, ketoprak and doger ice that looks very tempting.

“Welcome home dear.” Mommy greeted me by kissing both my cheeks and a warm hug for me.

“Hai granddaughter oma tired yes long trip, eat first yes.” Mommy stroked my stomach, and the baby inside moved as if she understood being spoken to.

“Ahhh see honey, she moves greet me.” Mommy screams happily calling daddy.

“She knows, her beautiful oma again caress her.” Answer daddy caressing mommy's back. “Healthy Rhey?” Daddy greets me.

“Alhamdulillah healthy dad.”

“Let the guard bring in the goods mbak.” Mommy who saw Mbak Sari will bring our stuff open the sound.

“Good mistress.” Sari smiled at mommy.

“You are sick mbak? How pale is that? Tired of long trips?” Mommy who saw Mbak Sari lethargic also asked the situation mbak Sari.

“The first day comes the month of the mistress, so dizziness and stomach ache.” Sari's mother spoke whispered to mommy.

“Yes kasian once, you eat continue to rest there, your room later next to my grandson's room ya.” Mommy tells you which room to use mbak Sari.

“Iya mistress.” Sari nodded for sure.

After dinner together, we went into our rooms and took a break.

“Baby? Tired? I did?” Steve stroked my hair.

“By honey, my feet are pretty pegel. The bigger the stomach must be the more cepet pegel dear.” I lay on Steve's back, because this tilted position is most comfortable during a big pregnancy like this.

“Fatigured backs are sure too huh? I massage the back first yes, you would like it most if the back is massaged like this.” Steve's hands started to rub me.

“Darling that you massage the waist is not the back, what because it is so wide that you can not distinguish my waist and back?” My husband mispronounced the waist with the back.

“Hahahaha forgive me baby the name is almost the same anyway. You're getting hotter baby, it's getting more tempting.” While patting the b*k*ngku section that must have grown up with my stomach.

“Honey in ceples anyway?” I turned around slowly and faced Steve.

“Finally makes gemes anyway.” Smiling and squealing mischievously.

“I sleep only if in ceples so.” I closed my eyes.

“You sure you want to sleep baby?” Steve pulled out a blanket to cover our bodies.

“Heem” my answer is short.

“Yakin darling?” He asked again with his hand already creeping over my thigh. I only use a short, soft silk negligee.

When I tried to hold Steve's hand, it was precisely my hand that was held tightly by Steve, then directed to his that had stiffened.

I widened my eyes, “So ceples-ceples because of this hem?” My hands clasped Steve's.

“There is a request at baby.” He answered while lowering his pants.

“Not ask to be visited, but the papi mupeng aja.” My hands are still massaging slowly Steve's.

Starting from massaging the back is actually the waist, ending with sweat that flows all over our body. Steve did it very slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting the baby in my womb.

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