Match Again

S2 Episode 49's

In the morning Zia was busy struggling in the kitchen, so the busyness of the woman did every day. Starting with cooking make children and husbands breakfast, accompany Zika play, prepare the needs of Raka and serve at night.

Such a thing was very pleasant for Zia. Because inside the point where not everyone can feel it. For him Raka and Zika are perfect happiness, although many barriers try to enter and damage the household, but it does not last long. It is like a dust blow in the wind and just crashing.

This time Zia is making omlet for her husband's breakfast menu. And two glasses of milk, one for Raka and another for Zika. After everything was ready he put food and drink on the tray. Then bring it to the room.

When entering the room Zia shook her head when she found her husband was still sleeping in a comfortable state. Just before he came out he woke up. Zia swung her legs carrying the tray in hand onto the table. After putting it down he approached Raka.

"Pi, wake. It's noon ...." It uses a slow way to wake up Raka who sleeps on her stomach.

Last night Raka said there would be an important meeting with one of the leading companies from the Malaysian city. He asked Zia to develop and prepare the needs in the morning.

But ... What happened now? When everything was ready, Raka did not move even a little to wake up. Zia shook her muscular burly body without wearing those clothes. Her arms were hard plastered real Zia peeked for a moment at the exposed part of her back.

Raka wriggled then reached out his hand back pulling Zia's nape so that his wife slipped into the crib. With the situation still closed Raka's eyes clenched the wife in place of the previous rolling position.

"Why are you so noisy, dear .. I still want to sleep," he muttered in a semi-conscious state.

"But it's noon, Papi ...."

Instead of waking up, Raka buried her face into the chest of the wife. Zia snorted at the behavior of her husband. "If you want to wake me up, wake me up the right way" said Raka. His breathing roared until it felt on the surface of Zia's skin.

Zia tried to break away with all her might because Raka's body was completely oppressing her now. "You must wake up .. Otherwise I will force you." Still trying as hard as possible to get rid of the body of the husband who is squeezed beside him with the position of his legs overlapping both feet.

"Before I wake up I want you first" Raka said with a roaring breath holding something churning down there.

Zia raised her eyebrows. Then glance at the clock hanging on the wall. It has been 07:00 Raka should have gone to take a shower or otherwise the important client who was said last night would be disappointed.

"But ... Raka, "that thing" we can hold off until later tonight." Not yet Zia continued her hand saying Raka has guerrilla in the favorite limb.

Inevitably Zia had to obey Raka to exercise in the morning "on the bed".

"Oh shit!" as Raka was burned by the fire of passion.

Because the sound of knocking on the door stopped their activity. Raka came down from the wife's body with a sense of annoyance at holding back the unstoppable tightness. He swore in his heart while wearing his shorts. "I will not spare anyone who has disturbed me!" he murmured in the heart.

While Zia lifted up chuckled at Raka's annoyance. He changed his position in a state of sitting leaning on the head of the bed while covering his body to the chest with a thick blanket of gray.

Raka's jaw hardened, his clenched hands stepped wide to open the door. Roughly pull the doorknob open. His fist instantly became loosened, the hardened jaw turning into a smile on the lips. The one standing at the door was Zika.

The black-haired, straight little girl had chubby cheeks grimacing showing her rows of small, white, clean teeth. Raka rolled her eyeballs upwards then took a breath.

"Zika?" Raka looked at her little daughter.

"Repeat ... I want milk ...." Zika shoved a bottle of milk at Raka.

Raka scratched her nape then looked back. Looks like Claris' mom has to hurry up and find a nanny and a waitress for this house. That way Zika will not interfere with his time with Zia.

Zia took the bottle in Raka's hand then pushed the strapping and muscular body into it for a bath. After Raka entered Zia stroked the cheek of an anxious baby.

"Zika, wait inside yeah, let Mommy make some milk."

Zika nodded then went into the room and sat on the bed. While Zia went to the kitchen to make Zika milk.

As Zia was pouring hot water from the dispenser into the bottle. The house bell rings. He closed the bottle and then left it open the door.

Dion was dressed neatly with a gray shirt stellan wrapped in a black suit in line with the color of pants standing firm with a cesual hairdo was wetted with the hair oil of the famous brand men, he stood firmly in front of the door as Zia opened it.

"Good morning, ma'am," she said with courtesy but still looked dignified.

"Ah, it turns out you are, Dion. Please come in." Zia widened the door allowing Dion to enter. Then he walked first inside.

"Sit down Dion, maybe Raka still needs a long time to prepare," he said as he continued walking towards the kitchen to pick up the bottle he left behind.

Dion sat on the black living room sofa. Waiting for his master to come out while playing his phone grinned to himself as he looked at the lingerie model of an online boutique store from inside his cell phone.

"Surely it must be funny to wear this," he murmured as he pressed the screen up and down.

"I better order one for her." He ordered two pairs of nightgowns with a wawning and butterfly-shaped cloth model at the bottom.

Dion contacted the seller and then succeeded. He smiled happily imagining that Sesil was wearing that outfit when he welcomed her home.

"Ehem!" Raka cleared her throat from behind Dion.

Dion, who noticed Raka's presence, immediately stood up and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

"Good morning, sir," he said. With a red face. He was caught wet when looking at the model of women's underwear earlier. Allows because Raka's position is right behind him.

"When did you become a woman like this?" raka asked, "Are you also wearing an interior model like you saw just now?"

Dion shook his head quickly. "No sir, I'm just-choosing for my wife."

"Peff .. since when did you become a man enslaved by a wife like this? Even underwear should be your choice." Raka held back the laughter of her secretary's behavior was so tickling.

"Well .. you're understanding, Dion ...." Zia's voice sounded interjected from behind. Sontak made Raka instantly flinch.

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