My best friend my husband

Chapters 32. Having me as a whole

This morning, I taught Dara to skate in the park. Not too extreme, but I think this is suitable for a beginner like Dara .

I showed various styles in sliding on a snowy hill using a skateboard.

"Can?" my many.

Dara nodded her head and stood up from her seat on the snow. I learned how to use the sky stick and launch style later.

Dara just silently looked at me and he began to slide, automatically he fell on his stomach in the snow. I laughed and ran towards her and helped her to stand up.

"Be careful, dear." I cleaned her clothes from the snowflakes and taught her to wear roller skates.

Dara is not good at this game, I can only lead him and sometimes I also release my hand from his hand making him whine and fear falling.

After 3 hours outside, we decided to go home because Dara's nose was blocked due to the weather.

When I got home, I saw that papa had prepared lunch with a bowl of chicken soup. Wow, this is so good.

We ate while recounting the events of Dara learning to use skateboards and roller skates.

Unfortunately

In the afternoon I invited Dara to enjoy an ice cream dessert at some famous restaurants in Seoul. At first he refused because of the fantasy price, Dara searched through the internet.

But, what's the point of us being in Seoul without sightseeing? Not complete for sure.

I ordered some dessert ice cream and soju drinks to warm the body.

"Hm, very soft," he said as he felt the softness of the mochi ice cream. Dara then took her phone and aimed at the food that was served there except for a bottle of soju

After feeling enough, we walked to the park where a lot of people were having fun with their partners. Dara saw the seller cutton candy surrounded by children there.

"You want that?" point me. Dara just remained silent. I pulled her hand over to the seller and bought it for Dara .

We sat on the park bench and saw Dara who loved the confectionery.

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Tonight, I felt Dara slightly changed with her short dress. For the first time Dara wearing a short-sleeved hello kitty shirt made my heart beat fast at the sight.

'Quiet, ' my mind exhales slowly and begins to close my eyes.

"Sister, do men have lust?"

I opened my eyes in shock at the question he asked.

"Yes, humans have lust. Animals have lust too" I replied.

Grep.

I was surprised not to feel the embrace of Dara that makes my heart dislodged from the nest. Dara smiled shyly while hiding her head on my mid-chest.

"Sister, I'm willing to."

I raised one eyebrow not understanding the direction of the conversation or my brain was already short.

"What then?" ask me to neutralize the sound so as not to look nervous in front of him.

"I want my brother to have me completely."

My eyes are breaking hearing his words. It wasn't me who asked, but Dara seemed to really want to have offspring.

I pulled my hand over her face so that her face was facing towards me with an intimidating look.

I smiled as I peeked for a long time and then switched to the entire face and lastly the plum lips that from my duku had been held.

***

At 02:00 KST, my eyes opened and I saw Dara's peaceful and beautiful face. There was a sense of pity when I saw him cry when we did it.

"Hm."

Deheman Dara's voice made me close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I felt a tiny hand touching my increasingly elongated aura because I did not cut it as long as I married Dara .

"Why embarrassed?" I pulled the blanket.

"Come, take a shower," take me.

"First," he answered shaking his head. I grabbed the blanket and went into the bathroom to clean myself up before dawn.

We performed the congregational dawn prayer and went back to sleep because his body felt crumpled. Dara lay behind me, painfully stroking the tiny back while gently massaging it so that the pain would subside.

****

This morning, Dara wasn't in the bed next to me. Maybe he was in the kitchen or hanging clothes, I thought. I set foot to go to the bathroom and turned towards Dara who was drying clothes.

I stood up while drying my wet hair with a towel. Dara felt noticed looking towards me.

I gave her the towel and she started to dry my hair with some fine massage on my head.

"Darling, can I give you brother's hair?"

I turned to face her who was standing while I sat on the sofa enjoying her activities.

"Can, just a minute." Dara left me and came back with a small box of colorful hair ties. He combed my half-dry hair and swirled it up.

"Huh." huh." Dara laughed after my hair was neatly tied.

"Funny, brother if pigtailed apple gini."

I stared at myself in the reflection of the circle-shaped mirror attached to the wall of the living room. Oh, my God, that's really weird.

I closed my mouth with one hand to make Dara laugh again with laughter at my surprised behavior like a child.

"Why not cut his hair?" dara asked to touch my hair.

"It wants, that's it. But, if his style is-that's just not possible. It must be changed, let it look manly," I replied as I raised an eyebrow up.

"Devil knows." Dara left me. Ugly? That right? I stood up and walked up to the mirror. No pimples, wrinkles, black spots, black spots and my face was smoothly groomed.

"That girl," I muttered shaking my head.

Morning 🌄🙋hari

The next day, we say goodbye to papa to return to Indonesia because our house has been around for about 3 weeks.

"Be careful" he said as we walked to the plane ticket. Dara waved her hand with a haru cry and we waited for the arrival of the plane to the location.

Get home

At 22:00 WIB, Dara and I arrived home with tired faces. I was very tired because I had to hold Dara's head lying on my shoulder, sometimes down to my arm and sometimes her legs moved everywhere.

For the past few days, I haven't gone to work because I took two days off. All this time I never took time off, so for now I can make time for Dara.

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Pingy!

I turned towards the phone that rang once indicating a message coming in. I grabbed it and read the message.

(You're married, huh?)

I frowned getting questions like that from the new number.

Pingy!

(I'm Amel.)

I was surprised to get a message from Aunt Amel. Yes, she was the woman who used to like me. But, I don't want it because we're a long way off. I'm younger than him.

(Oh, how's Tan?) my reply.

(Kok call aunty, anyway? Aja amel.)

I did not return the message and chose to leave the room following Dara who was enjoying the morning sun.