My best friend my husband

Chaptre 95.The Papa In-Law

I took her phone and took aim in the style I looked at her expressionless face.

Czechoslovakia!

"Did, brother!" dara's shrill scream made my ears hurt.

"Photo again."

I went back to capturing our moments. After producing ninety-eight photos stored in the Dara gallery, we finished and filled the stomach with pudding delivered Bi Ima.

While eating, Dara also showed the photos on her phone. He also sent some of the photos to the family's WhatsApp group for display.

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The tring!

The sound of Dara's phone indicates there is an incoming message from the green-colored phone symbol application, WhatsApp.

Chaca

[Such beauty, brother]

The tring!

Aunt Kim

[You dinners, huh? It's so beautiful, Dara.]

Papa In-law

[Papa happy if you see you guys romantic so, quickly give us grandchildren yes, dear.]

Dara glued to see a message from Seok. There is a sense of trauma to this day inside him.

He put down his phone and refocused on the food and drink he had delayed a few seconds ago.

Azlan, who felt that there was no awkwardness from his wife, just stared at the glance with a smile and looked at Dara who was enjoying her pudding.

Once done, Dara carries a dirty plate, while Azlan carries a dirty glass and they place it in the sink.

"Come, to the room. It's 9pm" Reyndad said as he looked at a digital clock taped to his refrigerator door.

***

Chequek!

The door of the room was tightly closed by Azlan. While Dara went into the bathroom and came out with her wet face.

Azlan also went into the bathroom and came out with a wet face and followed Dara who was putting some care on her face.

Puk .. puk .. puk ...

Azlan patted his face with the bar as he applied the serum to the back of his hand to his face. (My habits too.)

"Oh, yes, my mom said she wanted a grandchild."

The movement of Dara's hand that was placing a round glass object on the dressing table stopped.

They are in a standing position facing a dressing table that is quite wide, but which is filled only a little about 10 percent.

Reyndad who saw Dara nervous also stopped and Dara turned and lay on their soft bed.

Tid!

Azlan turned off the room by remote control and smeared the body lotion on his neck, hands, feet and stomach before he caught up with Dara in bed.

As Azlan faced towards the bed, he saw Dara lying down as usual. Facing towards the wall of the room behind him.

The srek!

Azlan pulled the blanket to the limit of her chest and turned to look at Dara and hugged her from behind.

Azlan looked for Dara's hand and felt it was cold. The air conditioner in his room was dead.

Azlan let out carbon dioxide from his nose roughly right around Adnan's neck so that his dark knight's eyes had been closed, opening when he felt a hot breath coming from Azlan.

While Azlan's fingers continued to move stroking Dara's tiny fingers and the back of her hand.

"Modeun keopeul - eun maeu gwiyeobgo salangseuleoun agileul jeongmallo, jeongmallo wonhago gidehaeyahabnida. Bubuui bumojochado agiui ul-eum soli, jingjing daeneun soli, us-eum solileul deudgo sip-eohabnida. Uli gajog - eun malhal geosdo - eobsgo geugeosdo galmanghabnida. Geuleona naneun ttohan dangsin-i imsinhaess-eul ttae junbihago najung-e chulsanhagileul balabnida," muttered Azlan

(Every couple must be very, very eager and looking forward to a very cute and adorable baby. Even the parents of the couple are very eager to hear the cry of the baby, his whining and his laugh are very adorable. I also crave it, let alone our family. But, I also want you to be ready when will conceive and give birth later.)

"Nampyeon-euloseoui oppa-ah dangsin-eul jinsim-eulo dolbogo dolbol geos-ibnida. Aniyo, najung-e uli salang-ui yeolmaeleul maej-eul ttaega anibnida. Geuleona mae sugan, cho, bun, sigan geuligo uliui salm-ii mom-eseo bunli doel ttaekkaji. Pigonhaji mashibsio. ulineun hamkkei il-eulhago uliui nongdam-eulo gadeug chaiss-eul geos-ibnida. Naneun ttohan najung-e sonyeon-ideun soneoideun uliui sarangseuleoun agileul godaehago issseubnida. Jung-yohan geos-eun geonganghago eomeoniloseo chungbunhan seobchwilyang-ibnida" he continued.

(Brother as a husband you will take care of and care for you with all your heart. No, not when you bear the fruit of our love later. But, every moment, second, minute, hour and until our lives are out of this body. No word tired, baby. We're gonna do this together and be peppered with our jokes. I'm also looking forward to our adorable baby, no matter if it's a boy or a girl. The important thing is healthy, and enough intake from you as his mother.)

Dara just kept quiet not understanding what her husband was talking about. Occasionally Azlan kissed his shoulder wrapped in pajamas sleeping long pastel-colored arms.

"What's not talking?"

Dara finally opened her voice when Azlan no longer spoke the words Hangul.

"So don't want to have children" Azlan said spontaneously so that Adnan's eyes widened in disbelief. Still in the same position.

Silent.

Slender.

The sound of rain began to drench the earth and make the window curtains dance in the room which was only decorated with sleeping lights right next to Azlan's left bed.

"We're both looking forward to the fruits of our love, aren't we?" azlan whispered with his wet husky voice.

Dara pulled out her hand which was within Azlan's grasp. Feeling strange, awkward and he also felt a negative aura from Azlan. (Ghost?)

While Azlan smiled smirk when he felt Dara's body tremble a little and his legs he moved to disappear the nervousness.

Errata, Azlan could also read what his woman was feeling at this moment. His hand that was idle now moved up and then touched his shoulder from behind.

His shoulders trembled violently as Azlan turned his tilted position into a supine even he was completely shocked by Azlan who was already on top of his body.

Sk!

Azlan lowered his body so that it supported his body only both elbows and not too overstimulating the body of a woman who put on a face of shock and scream.

Smirk Azlan reappeared on his lips, he felt Dara's breath stop as their foreheads touched.

The lips and tongue of Dara are meant to be moved. While Dara's right hand stroked Dara's shoulder so that her groin was reduced.

"Breathe, baby. You can die suddenly later," Azlan chirped at the dark knight's eyes.

Azlan's eyes were so sharp, piercing into Dara's retina that he turned the eagle's gaze in the other direction.

"Wae?" ask Azlan.

While Dara shook her head in response, but those beautiful eyes were just staring in the other direction. Not to Azlan's eagle eyes.

Azlan's sweet and sincere smile emanated when he saw the nervousness of the wife.

His thumb he put on Dara's tiny forehead while stroking it gently.

Slowly, Azlan brought the beer closer to Dara's and only Azlan took the lead.

***

This morning, Dara first woke up while holding her slightly aching head. He flinched at 3am because his throat was dry.

Looking at the nightstand, his eyes were turned to the figure of a man wearing only a blanket.

His mind drifted back to last night where they returned after all these years.

Dara turned to look at her clothes scattered on the floor and picked them up and put on them quickly.

The glass on the nightstand was empty, so he had to take some water to the kitchen and go down some stairs.

"Of ..." Dara grimaced in pain in the area below her stomach, but she was more concerned with her throat at this time.

Map ... tap .. tap ....

The small footsteps were all heard as he went down the stairs. Only the lights in the kitchen are on.

Dara opened the refrigerator and poured cold water into a plastic cup and sipped it slowly to the toilet.

He went back upstairs to sleep, but somehow the wind from where Dara even walked near the window of the room and saw the rain had not subsided until the early hours of today.

The look in his eyes caught the figure of a woman wearing black clothes standing right in front of his house using a red umbrella.

'Who is that?' he saw the woman's body. Because the garden lights are still alive so Dara can see the woman.

Slowly, the red umbrella fell down without breaking from the woman's grasp.

Errata, it turned out that the woman was wearing a gold mask that covered her entire face.

His head turned upward where he looked right at the window of the room that Dara and Azlan had occupied.

Dara's eyes faded as the woman raised her left hand up and saw her holding an iron alley.

Nah!

It was a knife. The Azlan woman's footsteps retreated as her hands clenched her open mouth.

He walked to the bathroom to wash his face to wake himself up. Is this a dream, an illusion or reality?

Azlan awoke when he heard the sound of water faucets burning right in their bathroom.

He walked bare-chested with gontai while scrambling his hair to cover his forehead.

"What's wrong?" asked Azlan to make Dara surprised instead of playing. His eyes were blustery, his face wet and Azlan rubbed his eyes to clarify his vision.

"Are you okay?" ask again.

Dara's head shook the noisily and normalized her frightened and shocked face then rang back to the bed.

"I was just a nightmare," Dara replied as Azlan stared at her intently.

While Azlan only nodded in understanding then led Dara to lie down again.

Azlan again closed his eyes to continue the sleeping flowers that had been delayed a few seconds ago. While Dara stared at the dark ceiling of the room as her mind raged with the woman earlier.

'Who is the woman with the red umbrella? Is she a spy or a woman who will terrorize me?, ' Dara's inner voice turned towards Azlan who was asleep.

(Who is that red-robed woman? Is she a spy or is she the woman who will terrorize me?)

No, it can't be. I have no enemies, he thought.

He closed his eyes again and hugged Azlan so he could go back to sleep.

***

After the dawn prayer, I cooked a bungoeppang. Bungoeppang is a fish-shaped sweet cake in which there is red peanut butter. It is usually served in hot conditions such as bakpao.

Azlan had long since bought those fish prints, so he could cook them easily.

He also created Patbingsu. Patbungsu is one of the Korean food in the form of dessert or dessert. It looks like ice on the top of which is sprinkled with red beans and syrup.

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