Match Again

S2 Episode 51's

"Mom ... Cika lapal ...."

Instantly Zia was aghast to reveal the blanket covering her face. While on his waist Raka seemed to wrap his possessive hands. Zia patted the peaceful-faced husband's cheek with regular breaths beside his face.

"Darling, wakeup. It's noon, '" he said. Raka just groaned while wriggling the little more tightened her embrace.

Zia closed her eyes for a moment while sighing deeply. Raka is like this every day. If most people get older marriage will get bored and love will fade. That didn't happen to Raka.

Zia felt that the husband who was soon 30 years old was more loving to her like a newlywed. Maybe like this if married without dating, when it has become husband and wife like a new dating.

Zia was very happy to have a man like Raka. Responsible, compassionate and also handsome although it is relative. For Zia Raka is a figure that God sent for her and also she is very grateful to her parents for the match that brought her in happiness. Despite many obstacles, trials come in turn he hopes to pass all and end with happiness.

"Mommy .. quickly open the door

... Cika wants to come in." The voices of the little angels were both heard from inside the room.

Zia's hand gradually held Raka's hand to release her circle. But Raka is reluctant to release it is increasingly like a snail attached to a tree branch.

"Papi .. We must wake up, pity Zika is waiting for us in front of the room."

Raka did not care, just continued to hug and drown her face in the neck niche.

As powerful as Zia tried to shift the body and finally escaped also before then her hand was reached by Raka's burly hand when it had set foot on the floor.

"Where are you going, honey? I still want to hold you for a long time" said Raka with a distinctive raucous voice waking up.

"I want to open the door, Zika's been waiting."

Raka shifted her body and then re-circled her hands to Zia's stomach again in a sitting position.

"Just leave him alone, after all there is already a babby sitter guarding him. Why do we pay them dearly if we take care of our Princess just can not," he said.

Zia sighed then chuckled. "Having a baby sitter doesn't mean we leave it all to them. As parents our role is very important, dear, to shape their physical and mental development." Removing Raka's hand from her stomach.

Then turn the body down.

Cup.

Raka who was completely unconscious after feeling the soft lips pierce her lips instantly opened her eyes. But at that time Zia had already left him and arrived at the door.

"Waiting for my revenge later, it will definitely be more terrible than last night." (Imagine xixixi yourself)

Because Raka's eyes are still reluctant to open and also his body still does not want to move he closed his bare-chested body with a blanket closed his eyes again.

However, it seems to continue his sleep failed when Zika entered and lunged at his body.

"Good morning, Papi Zika." The little girl opened the blanket that covered the face of the Papi.

Looking at the plain and adorable face made Raka not have the heart to ignore it. Raka changed the position to sit leaning and lifting the body of Zika in his lap.

Zia saw their closeness chuckling, the perfect happiness felt now was certainly the fruit of Raka and her patience.

Not wanting to be a spectator only Zia then approached sitting next to Raka. Immediately welcomed embrace carrying his head in the shoulders.

"Zika, how was his sleep last night accompanied by ncus, is it good?" ask Raka.

Zika shook his head while moody, making Raka's forehead wrinkled and then looked at Zia who was no less confused with him until the ball of a husband and wife were both staring at Zika.

"Night Cika play with ncus. Take time to take the ball in front of us Papa Cika with Mom whimpering. Cika wants to help Mom, but the word ncus can't be Papi." After telling me Zika was down.

Raka looked at Zia winked making Zia's face flushed red. Then Raka looked back at Zika again who was still bending his face.

"Certainly what makes Zika sad and unable to sleep well, dear a?" raka asked as she stroked her daughter's black and long hair.

"I'm afraid Papi hit Mommy...."

Hearing the plain answer Zika made a thunderous laughter Raka and Zia broke.

Zika felt strange about both parents. He didn't even understand what they were laughing at.

Plaque.

The tiny hand patted Raka's chest making the owner surprised.

"What are you doing, Zika?"

"Battle, Zika huh?"

"No dear ... Papi's just gaunty to see you. And Mommy." too." Raka put a kiss on Zia's cheek.

"You guys are pacalan?"

"Huh?" Zia's eyeballs were rounded at the words Zika. A boyfriend? His daughter just mentioned the word courtship?

Oh, naw. Where does he know such words. Zia wanted to cry without tears.

"Zika, how do you know the word courtship?" ask Zia slowly so as not to scare her daughter.

Zika glanced towards Raka no less surprised with Zia. Then the man nodded.

"Let's say, Zika. How do you know such words?" ask Raka.

"Kemalin, when Cika played with Om Dion in the park, Cika saw two olang sitting like Papi and Mom sekalang. Cika asked Om Dion he said he was looking at pacalan, Papi," said Zika with his small mouth.

"It looks like I'll warn Dion tomorrow. How could he talk like that with a little boy" Raka murmured.

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Today is Sunday, Raka wants to spend time with her family to go to a playground in a shopping center, as well as a celebration because yesterday has won the tender, he said, although the number is not much at least Raka is happy because he defeated Johan and made his enemy bow when he came out of the meeting room.

"Zia, don't you want to make a sister for Zika?" raka asked suddenly as Zia was watching Zika play.

Then Zia's eyes turned to look at Raka. "What are you talking about? This is in a public place, embarrassed if anyone heard it," said Zia smothering Raka's mouth.

"I just feel sorry for our daughter if she plays herself like that, honey." Then Raka hugged Zia from the side.

Zia turned her head to the right and left there was nothing, then she spoke. "Why do I still feel afraid to get pregnant again, I'm afraid it's like I gave birth to Zika first." Zia rested her head on Raka's shoulder.

Not the coma that Zia feared, but she was afraid of not being able to take care of her daughter who still needed her role so much. Maybe he'll think about it later if Zia is ready.

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