My Baby Sugar

Mine

The sunlight enters through the gaps of the curtains that close the windows. Its warm rays disturb the comfort of Devan who is still asleep. His eyes refused to open. His stomach felt heavy because a hand was coiling there. He held a head that felt dizzy from drinking too much. His gaze led to the other side of the bed. It looks like a woman is asleep.

“Gosh don't-don't?” Devan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the clothes he was wearing still clinging perfectly to his body.

The man tried to get rid of Mila's hand slowly. She had not realized that the girl was Mila baby sugar whom she had longed for. Because it was Mila's face that was covered in parts by her long hair.

Devan's movements made Mila squirm. The hair that had covered his face was revealed by itself. Both corners of Devan's lips were drawn upwards making the smile icon on his tangled face happy.

Then the man kissed Mila's forehead in a row. Channeling longing that has only been lodged in the heart. Makes the mind and heart into an emotion looking for an uncertain outlet.

“Five more minutes, plisss.” Igau Mila with eyes still closed. Disturbed by what the man did. Devan instead of stopping he just felt anxious. Back he gave a kiss not only on the forehead but on the left cheek and right cheek and lips Mila who looks so tempting this morning.

“Aah dear today tuh sunday campus is also off so can I sleep five more minutes.” Mila spoke to her unconscious state completely due to the drowsiness she could not fight.

“Good.” Devan kissed Mila's lips briefly before going to the bathroom to clean up.

Fifteen minutes passed Mila still closed her eyes with a slow and regular breath. Devan smiled and then exited the room. His stomach feels hungry lately eating him becomes irregular.

There was no food on the table that he could eat. Because it's Sunday, the assistant who used to work at Sean's apartment was on vacation.

Opening the freezer looking for materials he can cook. Devan's hands work so well when cooking like a professional chef.

The smell of cooking began to lurk in the apartment which disturbed Mila's sense of smell because the room door was not closed perfectly. A hungry stomach forces him to wake up. Seeing the bed side is empty, surely the cook is Devan. The man was used to living independently even from a wealthy family. He also prefers to work in the company of others rather than helping in his father's company.

Revealing the blanket that covered her body Mila came down from the bed out of the room looking for the figure she still loved. Devan, who saw Mila coming down, approached the girl.

“Sweetie you're up.”

“What are you cooking?” ask Mila as soon as she gets to the kitchen.

“Fried rice, let's sit we have breakfast.” Devan shifts one of the seats allowing Mila to sit there.

Devan provides two dishes of fried rice on the table. After breakfast, Devan invites Mila to talk from heart to heart to solve the problems that occur between the two of them.

Sean's room had woken up first. His eyes were staring at the girl he loved. So peaceful and happy. He had never felt this kind of feeling before. At the age of three heads Sean was so eager to get married. Given Inara's young age, she had not dared to express her intentions. He will wait for the right time to propose to the girl who has managed to bring half his soul.

Inara started moving her eyes started to open slowly. The first person he saw was Sean. The man of his heart. It is such a happy thing in this world to see our loved ones beside us when we wake up.

“Dad, you're up.”

“Morning kiss baby.” Sean kissed Inara's lips at a glance.

A smile was seen on Sean's face. The perverted brain begins to work again in the morning if it is related to Inara.

“Let's brush our teeth together.” Bring along.

“Together?” repeat Inara in Sean's last sentence.

“Of course.” The man raised his eyebrows with a meaningful smile making Inara shudder in horror.

“No, you all night made me work too extra and now I'm still so tired.” Now Inara began to understand the meaning of the word together. Surely his daddy sugar will make himself exercise in the morning in the bathroom. Maybe not just once can be many times.

Sean laughed so loosely as Inara began to understand the contents in his mind.

“Then don't you want to clean yourself, ehm?” Sean held Inara's chin his gaze fixed on Inara's lips which looked delicious for her to eat this morning.

“I will clean myself later it feels like my body is so tired to move. Anyway I'm still sleepy.”

“How about I carry you?” sean whispered near Inara's ear then kissed a glimpse of the lips that became his candlestick.

“Tidaaakkk.” shouted Inara then hid her body under the covers. I don't think he could have served Sean this morning. Seeing Inara Sean laughing out loud then walked towards the bathroom. Inara peeked out from under the blanket. He was relieved when Sean went into the bathroom. Inara was in a hurry wearing clothes that were scattered on the floor last night. Then put his body back on the bed. Trying to close his eyes again but can't.

The girl chose to play the phone while waiting for Sean to finish his bath. Inara opened several messages that had not been read. One of them was from a number he didn't know. The number that always sends him pictures of himself and the love icon. All this time Inara did not really consider the message important. Maybe just a prankster.

“What are you doing?” sean asked with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

Inara is fascinated by Sean's athletic body. Sean smiled at Inara who was speechless as he looked at her half-naked like this.

“Awas his saliva later rooms can flood.”

“Ck.” Inara flicked her lips hearing Sean's confidence so high.

“You can enjoy it now if you want.” Sean blinked one eye tempting Inara.

“Who wants to enjoy it. Watch out I want to take a shower.” Inara bumped into a bit of Sean's body blocking her way. But it does not make the body move from its place. Sean smiled back while shaking his head at Inara's adorable behavior.

Inara's phone received a message. Then the phone rang to Sean's attention. There is no identity of the caller just stamped the number, making Sean curious and raised the call.

Sean was silent as the call connected. Letting the person talk. A few seconds later, no sound was heard. Only silence is created. Sean turned off the phone unilaterally. After that a message came in making Sean's jaw harden and his blood boil.

“Your airport is only mine, BELONGS TO ME. S. & S. ”.<TAG1>