I'm Tired, Love Me
Longs
2 Years Later
Junior has stepped on 2 years and during that time I never returned to my homeland, Steve never invited me to visit Indonesia whenever he had business there. On the grounds that Junior was a child and didn't want me to be too tired, I just followed what my husband told me to do.
Junior mashed up very well here, along with his oma and opa who were very considerate with him. Mommy and daddy create a special playground for Junior, which is filled with various toys, even the swimming pool behind Steve's house was changed by adding a special pool for Junior.
“Baby,.” If Steve had called spoiled like this, there must be something he wanted.
“Ya darling? Ask what?” I turned my body to face him. When going to sleep at night, we will always do a pillow talk, no matter how tired Steve will certainly tell his activities, or just tell stories about clients he met, and when he was abroad, he said, he would definitely contact me via video call, telling me about his activities until I fell asleep, so I would always feel Steve was with me.
“Can you ask something?” He asked as he stroked my open arm, for only using my favorite armless batik negligee.
“What is it?” I asked with a suspicious look.
“Nothing is not good so look at it.” With a face that pretended to be afraid by looking at my expression.
“Hahaha. You're suspicious, baby, usually asking weird. Kayal a few months ago, remember? Ask for something turns out to play in the cherry garden, still want not? Fortunately there the workers are no.” I recalled what happened a few months ago after we came home from dinner, Steve suddenly took me to his cherry plantation, and asked to make love there.
“Yes if it is already planned baby, the workers I have told to go home early indeed, even the guards I told go and return by midnight.”
“Eh not only that, in the wine cellar as well. Continue to time mommy same daddy take Junior for a walk, who asked so in the kitchen who tried? Continue to play ground Junior, use the reason the phone is left there, ask for help I take the middle of the mall he said there is important work, it turns out to me there.” I went back to explaining what Steve was doing.
“Hehehe who told you to gemesin? You also add*r*hk*n, can you try new fantasies with your beloved wife.” The ray then hugged and kissed me.
“Yes can be a pity, just why should it be in a strange place anyway? If anyone sees how to try?”
“Quiet baby, before I do everything, I've planned everything well. I also do not want anyone else to see the sexiness of my wife dong. So can you ask for something?”
“This time ask where?” My answer to the point.
“Main is here, but can you play without having to take the Pill? I want to have another baby, kasian Junior play alone.” So my husband asked me to get pregnant again. After giving birth to Junior, I always routinely took the Pill to delay my pregnancy, I was just afraid I could not share my time to take care of my son and husband.
“Yakin? What if my attention is divided again? Our time to be alone is also reduced not pa pa?” I tried to explain what was going to happen.
“Even if you only have five minutes for me, it doesn't matter, baby, what matters is my time for you all my life. Give me the rest of your time, once you're done with the kids, just like me. Although just seeing you fall asleep because tired of taking care of the children I was willing.”
“So sweet, most also ntar if I sleep there is a naughty hand, wake-up already full of spots vampire bite my body.”
“Hahaha it's a business darling, do not give up to keep trying.” Steve's answer always makes me laugh.
“Yakin? Ntar if my attention is reduced so look for other attention out there.”
“If necessary I will only work at home, let you believe that I will not be naughty. Naughty at home with wife is better.”
“Yes already, I do not take the Pill again if that is so, but can I ask for something?”
“What will I say dear.”
“I miss kemakam mama and papa, can I come home for a while to nyekar mama and papa?” I miss my mom and dad and Vano. I'm sure Steve's been telling people every month to look after their graves.
“Siap dear, just to the grave. But Junior how?”
“Junior let here be the same as mbak Sari, there is the same oma opa, later I tell mommy if we are going to Indonesia for a while.”
“Why doesn't Junior come with us, baby? Let him know the grave of his grandmother and grandfather, also his brother.”
“Not yet baby, trust me there will be a time when he returns home to his hometown.” By stroking my cheek, Steve gave me understanding.
“Is there something you're hiding Steve?” I'm trying to figure out what Steve's covering up.
“What's dear?” Steve asked me back.
“I feel like you're hiding something.” Look at me with a suspicious look.
“Not you covering something from me baby?” Raising his eyebrows like he was teasing me.
“What am I covering? All I've told you dear.”
“This proof is covered from me, try to open it to be more open with me.” Steve pointed at my chest which was still covered in batik negligee.
“Usually also opened by yourself, why now use to switch the talk try?” I pretended to pout at Steve.
“If you open it feels more sexy it is low dear. Try to open it, later I will tell you what you were trying earlier.”
“Totally yes?”
“Where have I lied anyway, try to open first.” I followed Steve's request to open my negligee and leave my underwear alone.
“Open all dong, right I said no one covered from me baby.” Seringai tease began to be attached to his lips.
“Iya-iya yes, no.”
“Sini dong approaching, will I show you the one you asked.” I brought my body closer to Steve, and he pulled out a blanket to cover my innocent body.
“Don't be angry if I've already tau.” Steve theatricals.
“Iyaaa, sprawl ah.” I'm starting to get impatient to know what Steve's hiding.
“This is what I hid from you baby.” Steve pulled my hand towards hers.
“Sayanggggg you lied.” I hit Steve's chest in annoyance.
“I'm not lying baby, that's what I've been hiding since he's been standing low, don't be angry ya baby, yuk justin he entered the nest hehehe.”
Seriate..
Prepare if often long updates yes dear..
