My Beloved Husband

Unconsciously

"My son is not back yet, Orange!" father pacing, unable to sleep, willing to see his daughter go home. "What if something happens there?"

Mom was careless, dozens of times the father said that, even his two sons had to stay up until his daughter came back.

"Orange, my son-"

"Honey, my husband, his father's children, listen to me!" mom sit with me, can dizzy herself she. "Your son is married, he's at the hotel with his husband, Nakula. Not an indistinct wander, he was together and in a clear place, how long would it be to panic like this?"

"Something will happen to her, Orange!"

"Yes something happened, they just got married and tonight's their first night, did you forget first on our delayed first night what to do, hem?" want me to bite this guy. "Honey, you've been married twice, is that not enough to understand, tell our son to sleep, Aisyah must be waiting!"

"I can't, Bas has to punish Nakula if my son is okay!"

"Geez, baby, Daddy!" mother clapped her forehead repeatedly, she had to look for the right answer or at least a strong reason. "My dear, Father of my children, did my father come to you after marriage and say AKSARA, YOU DID MY SON AFTER MARRIAGE, HUH? What so?" his voice sounded again.

Dad took a fancy, even with the real mama Baskara who was none other than his first wife, no one protested, they were in full support, on his second wife was the same, even though he had to wait five years, he said, no one protested against him.

Clumsy, silent without a word, lost the argument because what his wife said was all right, he did not get the right portion.

Slowly the father approached, the mother pointed to the door, asking her husband to immediately give orders to Baskara and Saka for them to return to the room.

Maybe Saka is still free, but Baskara there is a pregnant wife waiting in the room, of course Aisyah can not sleep thinking about the fate of her husband.

"Dad you sure it's okay?" ask Baskara make sure.

Mother appeared from behind the father's back, she nodded and said, "Go back, it was the same Wet time that Ais did not protest the first night, so your father can't protest against Sofi and Nakula."

Glue, glue,

If the mother has answered, it means that the father is sure to lose, the man according to walk beside the mother while holding a small shoulder wrapped in light green clothes jtu.

Baskara wanted to laugh, but her father, if he heard, could run out of her, while Aisyah was waiting for him in the room, even wanted to pick her up and beg father.

"You want to be angry with Ais?"

"No, Nda. The reason you're right, dad is excessive because he knows himself, prefers to sleep with Sofi rather than just the two with mom, it's natural that something is missing according to him."

And right, in the main room a man was trying desperately to sleep, he decked the favorite bolster of his daughter.

He repeatedly turned to the door, hoping that his eyes would meet the beloved girl, but that hope was dashed until morning.

Tuk, tuk, tuk ....

"Dad, Dad, eheheheh."

"Sof-Sophy?"

Shafiyah nodded, then the father woke up and hugged, it was still morning blind and the child just returned.

"Have you eaten? Where's husband?"

"Not yet, I'm going to eat with Dad, get up!"

"Yes, Sof-Sofi!" at the end he said he was screaming.

Only a shadow, not his real son.

****

Huummm, um,

Unaware of his movements, making the blanket come down and show his innocent body, Nakula closed her eyes again, somehow everything in his wife was a temptation for him, his heart was pounding and the one down there he had to cover up before Shafiyah saw him.

The sword is blunt the wife said, blunt but able to stick.

Either way, what Shafiyah clearly named him by many names, changed his name throughout the night until both of them closed.

"Duuuh, sag so this looks like it!" she looked back, making sure her husband was still asleep.

Toel, toel, toel ....

"Ayaaaaaaank, wake up already the sound of the alarm, do not want to take a shower?" deliberately not raising his blanket, instead sticking to Nakula, making their chests meet each other.

Huh, this wife is oh no oh no indeed.

Nakula blinked, she momentarily yawned while nodding, her eyes intentionally narrowed, unwilling to be provoked or this morning they would be late to do anything.

"Hem?" don't tell me to shower together, she's the one who's scared. "Why, Shaf?"

"You want to take a shower, don't take me?"

See, leaving her body open in front of her husband, not knowing her husband was desperately holding back for the smooth running of the day's obligations, they too must return to Shafiyah's house.

But, Nakula's rejection means nothing, Di admitted defeat to his wife, just shower together, he will invite and fulfill his wife's vague request.

Gurgling water that flushed the small body filled it sounded so spoiled in Nakula's ears, he stopped repeatedly rubbing soap on his body, turning his back to the wife so as not to see the sword that was ready to attack it.

It's still morning and it's natural for her to report waking up, Nakula to shift her mind to something else.

Hup, though,

"Shaf-y"

"I rub here her body, Ayank!"

God, it looks like he wants a war.

Shafiyah gaped, between amazement and fear, but both her hands went down to it, touching the thing that had made her a former virgin, instantly blushing Nakula's face.

Hold, hold, hold Nakula.

The great bang continued to tear his defense, the hand did not want to go far, continued to touch him and even give a massage.

"He's tender, yeah, deserves to be in."

"Shaf, take a shower!"

"He, hem .. I want this!" sword of his toy.

Oh, naw.

Nakula was on his nose and almost yelled because his wife's hand, without waiting for a long time and as time went on, she moved the body, she leaned back and lifted her legs.

Already, the shared showering event that Shafiyah wanted was fulfilled as well.

"I wear a skirt or pants?"

Nakula turned his head, from the clothes that Shafiyah was under, somehow he was more interested in long clothes that at least covered the body, although his wife was still not ready to wrap her head like Aisyah.

"This one, but Ayank ... I look short if I wear this, hem?"

"It's okay, what matters is how my eyes judge, not them, will yes ...."

Shafiyah nodded, she was wearing what her husband had chosen, reflecting briefly before they finally had breakfast together, only in the room as they were going outside after all Nakula had packed up.

"Nake?"

"Hem, that's fine."

"Later, in the house I masakin for you, while filled this first yes," replied Shafiyah.

"Yes, don't do a lot of work, you'll be tired."

"Heeeemm, if I'm tired, I can still do night sports with Ayank, eheheheheh."

Hey, what?!

Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk ... Nakulas.

***

Dad "i'm sad, Bucil."

Bucil "i am sad, mornin2 is sad."

Dad "Well, why? time to pay off debt?"

Bucil "Duh, your mind is in debt, I'm thinking again mornin2 nopel di siInn the Dudamudaku, dissaproved, sad, want to cry!"

Dad - grab gallons of water, make a tear container.