Kancil Trio

#ANGKASA 11

     Angkasa looked at Chelsea who had been struggling with him since. There was a sense of compassion for the baby, at the age of just one year, he had to lose his parents. Space has yet to get any information about the people named Caracas and Madrid. Is that a real name or a pseudonym? German or not? Peter has not received any information. They've been searching all day for everything about them.

     Chelsea went down and played alone on the carpet with some types of toys that Angkasa had bought first. Chelsea are cool to play and occasionally he calls papa, to Angkasa. Angkasa noticed the cheerful face of Chelsea who was playing the car. Space finally, get off the couch, and play with Chelsea.

     The sound of the bell rang, then the Space also saw who the guest who came. It turned out that Paris brought something. The sky opened the door and let Paris in. It turned out that what was brought was pizza and burgers, which he had deliberately ordered to eat together.

"Don't protest, we're having dinner together!" paris said as Space opened its mouth.

"Eat it, healthy food! Do not get used to eating junk food," concluded Angkasa.

"I'm tired of having to cook. I've been improving all day. My energy was drained" said Paris, with a face that was parched.

"It's fine Chelsea, let me cook," said Angkasa.

     Paris immediately sparkled when he heard, Angkasa will cook for him. A smile of happiness could not be hidden from her beautiful face. Usually Paris if in happy mode, he will jump into the arms of Space. It's just that right now he can't do that anymore, or Angkasa will be mad at him.

     Angkasa also issued ingredients to make potato soup, baked ribs and fruit salad. All actions taken by Angkasa, did not escape the attention of Paris. The back of Space looks so seductive in the eyes of Paris. He was very eager to hold her from behind. Sturdy arms are agile to process the ingredients, making Paris want to wrestle friendly.

"Ma-ma ... Ma-ma!" call Chelsea to Paris so that it breaks the beautiful daydream.

"Eh, yes, dear. What's up?" ask Paris and get down to the floor playing together.

    Paris finally played with Chelsea, obey what the baby wants. Until Space, call them. Paris also swiftly answered and approached the Space on the dining table. Potato soup, grilled ribs and two bowls of fruit salad were served at the table.

"Gee, Space, it's really great!" paris was full of admiration and pride for her heart.

    A smiling space welcomed Paris and Chelsea. Lost when again Paris, calling his name with Space. Now, he just realized that the call 'Darling' is something he likes. He felt that Paris loved him very much. However, when calling him by name, it was as if there was a boundary of distance separating. Space is also conscious. Didn't like that.

"Honey!" call Angkasa with a soft and very slow voice.

     Dear call from Space, to Paris first. It happened when he lost the same bet, Star. His sentence had to call Paris, with 'Honey' for a whole month, without any one-time call error. If violated will be added one day. As a result, Angkasa called Paris 'Honey' for six months. Whether intentional or not, only Space knows.

     Though only a soft murmur, Paris could hear the call. There is a sense of joy and happiness felt by Paris. He misses being called 'Honey' by Space. Put Chelsea on the bar table near Angkasa stand. Paris stood facing Space. The body of Paris and Angkasa differences in height, limited to the chin. Paris stared and challenged the Space. The two locked each other, both Paris and Angkasa had one thought, only they did not dare to start.

"Darling's." A soft sound came out from the lips of the crisp red, flowing with a beautiful-sounding melody.

"Honey." A very long call, no longer heard by Paris.

     The happy tears of Paris instantly slid down her cheeks. He missed that call again. In the past, he always told the Stars, if Angkasa made a mistake or forgot to call with 'Honey'. The result for one semester he was called 'Honey' by Angkasa.

     Paris stepped slowly until her body stuck to Space. Paris set foot, wanting to reach the goal that had been his focus since. The two of them could feel each other breathing.

"Ma-ma ... Pa-pa!"

'Badahat, just a little more!', the two men were very disappointed.

     Finally, they ate quietly. Their faces were still red, even though a few minutes had passed. Only Chelsea's voice was heard in the room.

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"Let Chelsea sleep with me tonight" Angkasa said as he watched the baby sleep on Paris' lap.

"Hm, just let me be!" Paris glanced towards the Space sitting beside him.

"Can't argue! From now on don't let Chelsea always depend on you. It's for his own good, too. We don't know if he still has a family or not. It will be difficult later, if Chelsea, are taken with her family again." The sitting space stared intently at Paris.

     Paris's eyes immediately glazed over and her lips trembled withholding tears. He was afraid of losing Chelsea. It was like she was a real mother, and Chelsea was her son.

"I don't want to. Chelsea is my son!" Tears of Paris, gliding down her smooth cheeks.

     Space wiped away the tears on Paris' cheeks, gently. There is also a sense of pity to see Paris who has loved Chelsea very much.

"But his family is entitled." Angkasa said in a whisper and Paris was getting louder, so that made Chelsea, woke up and joined in crying.

     Space also took Chelsea into his lap. And Paris in his arms. The two people finally kept quiet while hugging Space.

"What would it be like if I had a wife and children?" space Mummings.

"It should be able to make him calm, in addition to being able to make his feelings happy," he continued in his heart.

     Not ten minutes, both of them were asleep. Finally, the spaceman led them to his bedroom. He laid Chelsea down, then again carried Paris' body and put it on the bed. One kiss was given on Chelsea's forehead. Then, Angkasa hesitated to give it to Paris as well. However, the temptation of the red lips of Paris, became a magnet for Space, kissed the lips ranum belongs to Paris. Not just once, he did. The space seemed to be hypnotized by the softness of the structure of Paris' lips, so that it wanted to feel it again and again, until he felt satisfied.

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