Love is Real

Chapter 79. Children's language.

Hotelis.

Alex and Feby are still asleep after a grueling night of activity, the entire hotel room looking as messy as a broken ship.

All their clothes were scattered on the floor, the objects in the hotel room were scattered everywhere. Somehow it could happen.

But one thing is certain, fatigue and satisfaction are clearly engraved on both faces of those who are still asleep.

Alex stretched his body, then slowly tried to open his eyelids which were still difficult to open.

He blinked his eyes several times, to adjust the sunlight that entered his sense of sight.

And Alex flinched, when he saw Feby sleeping soundly on his chest, and the shadow of the first night with his wife was turned back.

Where he forgot himself, riding Feby like a street cowboy. Similarly with Feby, no less great riding him.

Until he himself felt overwhelmed and gripped any object around, then slammed it, as a result of receiving a sense of unparalleled pleasure given by Feby.

Alex rubbed his face with both hands, wanting to dodge again was also unable to. He glorified his wife many times in one night and spilled all his warm lava in her stomach.

Even it splattered also on the sheets, because so many and repeatedly. Similarly, with a lot of blood, who else if not his wife.

"Well how else, it's his own fault he's always teasing me," he muttered unwilling to admit if it was the result of his actions.

Feby squirmed and smiled looking at her husband's innocent back. "Morning, my husband," he said.

Alex shuddered in horror. "Please don't call me that" he replied away.

Feby smiled, the more Alex shuffled, the closer he approached Alex to the edge. "Why stay away from me baby, do I have to tease you first and then you want to approach me again hm?" goda.

Alex swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. "Talk what you are, go and put on your shirt" he said groggily, especially Feby began to press his chest in the arm.

Feby chuckles. "Alex, you're so funny. It looks pretty serious, but in fact you're so scared of women."

"I'm not afraid, but it's uncomfortable to be approached by you like this" Alex denied. "Oh no more," the man's inner self churned back.

Feby smile. "Why can't you take it?" like the woman was wooing her husband again.

"That's enough!" he jolted, then he went to the bathroom to clean himself up before the incident last night repeated itself.

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A few months later.

Alex's life after marriage underwent a few changes and those changes were not without reason. Because since Feby was pregnant with her child, Alex gradually began to pay attention to the health of the wife and forget other women.

As it stands now, Alex carefully guides Feby after returning home from the hospital after checking her womb.

"Be careful sitting down" Alex said, addressing Feby, who was pregnant.

"Thank you" Feby replied.

Alex rushes to the kitchen to get pregnant. "Here drink, don't forget to take your vitamins tonight."

"Thank you dear."

Feby smiled and looked at the face of her husband who was increasingly attentive to her, really she felt happy because her struggle in changing appearance to be as attractive as possible turned out to be fruitful.

"Darling, next month I was born. How about we buy our kid's gear for later?" ask Feby.

Alex nodded. "Maybe, I've been waiting to get home from the office. We will go together" he said.

Feby curled his smile. "All right."

Alex snatched his briefcase, then took the time to gently kiss his wife before leaving for the office.

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Prince's Mansion.

Meanwhile, Lovely's family was also feeling happy. Because their child has now grown into a smart child and also handsome again adorable.

"Edy augi enja huh? (Daddy wants to go to work?)" marcell asked in his adorable voice.

The prince seemed confused by the question of his son and he scratched his head because he did not understand what the child had said.

Marcell. "Ih Edy, alo ti anya da au awab. enti arcel ilangin amy ni. (Ikh Daddy, if asked won't answer. Later Marcell said mamy ni).

The more tangled the hair of the father of one child, facing his son who is actively talking but not clear his words.

Lucky Lovely came on time and told me what the child was asking.

"Yes my dear Marcell, Daddy wants to go to work. Tuh Daddy is neat and handsome," Lovely said with a crouch.

Marcell throbbed again. "Tu amy ja eti acell aya what, ni Edy da ica awab alo acell aya ma Edy. Enyelnya edy, edynya acell gray!" (Tuh Mamy just understand what Marcell is, this Daddy can not answer if Marcell is the same Daddy. Actually Daddy, Daddy Marcell's Daddy's not a damn thing!).

The prince smiled wryly, not not incomprehensibly, because indeed the words of the child were very difficult to understand. "Yes sorry, Daddy's wrong."

Marcell's still tickling. "Au da! Okona edy aus ee in acell ashan nan, alu acell aaf in edy." (No way! Anyway Daddy has to buy Marcell many toys, new Marcell sorry Daddy.)

The prince hissed, feeling more dizzy facing his own son than his client in the office. "Yes, Daddy will go home to buy a lot of toys for Marcell," he said understood after being told by Lovely.

Marcell Namoak was happy, then hugged his father. "Na tu tong, acell tan in the pool, aci edy." (Well so dong, Marcell would be happy, thanks Daddy.) he said, making the Prince again shook his head because he did not understand.

Lovely hurriedly encouraged Prince to go to the office, before the conversation turned disastrous.

"Yes, my dear Marcell, Daddy wants to go to work. Later Daddy can be late," Lovely then holds Marcell.

Marcell nodded small. "Lt's ami! Ami ami, edy spell inana mi. Edy eja na ain-ain aya acell huh? Oget-oget i ipi, oyang aby random?" (Yes Mamy! Mamy mamy, Daddy works where mi. Daddy's working fooling rich Marcell huh? Joget jog in tivi, rocking baby shark?"

Lovely laughed out loud at the innocent words of her son, while the Prince only frowned because he did not understand what they were talking about.

He chose not to listen, rather than smoky head due to dizziness. Somehow Lovely could understand what the child was saying, like there was a dictionary of children's language translation in his head.

Until they can chat seriously, with no difficulty at all.

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Seriate.