My Husband's Return
Part 39 - Return of My Husband
"Eh."
Salsa is shocked when Azka suddenly comes and sleeps on her lap. Reflex she stroked her husband's hair.
"Well, where's Kara?"
"Sal's sleeping, so tired. Kara is active kebangetan, all this time she is, is the same me? I hope I did, don't bother you." Azka changed her position, hugging her waist.
He had just fulfilled his son's desire to go out and buy snacks, because coming home almost late, Azka all accompanied Angkara to sleep.
"Udah usual Ka, but if the ngeyel is just the same as you," said Salsa. "Oh yes, before going to bed, Kara has a toothbrush the same as washing your feet and hands, right?" tanyanya.
"Udah Yang, I'm papa on standby."
"Yes papa on standby" murmured Salsa.
The woman was surprised when her body was drawn to sleep on her back. Even more surprised when Azka now oppress him.
"Ma-still at nine" said Salsa.
Plastered
Salsa stroked her forehead which had just been hit by a flick. "So curious about the contents of your brain Sal." Azka raised one of her eyebrows.
Azka laid her body beside Salsa, pulling her head to sleep on her arm.
"Mommy just sent me an example of an invitation, where do you think you're pretty?"
While waiting for Salsa to choose an invitation model on her phone, Azka plays the wife's hair, even occasionally inhaling the aroma of the fragrance.
"Pick it not original, the reception is only once in a lifetime, so it must be memorable and luxurious. I don't want our reception to be lacking in the least, be it an invitation."
"Yes, honey, you know. This again," replied Salsa.
"Yes, white beauty isn't it? The impression is simple but luxurious that, all according to the color of the reception decor white right?"
Azka thought a little, chose. If you look around, the most beautiful white color.
"Yes, want this one? Don't plan! Once sent to Mami, it will be in print. Time is approaching."
"I'll choose that, if you agree to send me to Mami!"
Azka nodded, immediately sending her chosen invitation model the same as the color of their decoration later.
"The names have you sent to me?"
"Udah Ka, quite a lot, no papa right?"
Azka. "You know, even one planet, I have enough money."
"Dih arrogant, but not a money party from Papi Sama Mami. Where you are, just donating the idea of doang," said Salsa.
Actually Azka wanted to finance her own prescription. But his parents did not allow.
"Sal."
"Yes, my dear, why?" sahut Salsa, the woman immediately put Azka's phone, then hugged the husband very tightly, resting her chin on Azka's arm so that she could look at the man's face from below.
One word for her husband. Handsomest.
"You want me from zero, right?" ask Azka suddenly."
"No way," Salsa replied quickly with a headband.
"If I start from zero, what use have your parents been? Will you be the one who will take you from zero? Now you have everything. I'm like someone who finds you in the middle of the road, so there's no way you can nemein you from zero anymore." Salsa smile.
"But believe me, I'll keep you until the end, my husband."
"Ekhem." Azka cleared her throat, a little misbehaved because of Salsa's words. The mother of his child was always able to melt his heart to the deepest ground.
"Do you want to play or owe money?" tanya Azka shifted the topic.
"Main? Nyicil?" paro Salsa, did not understand the direction of Azka's conversation.
Both attents were distracted at the squeaking door. Salsa reflex pushes Azka's body which is now on it from when.
"Ka-kara? Not sleeping yet, son?" nervous Salsa.
"Not yet Mama. Kara wants to sleep with Mama" she replied.
"This has a tail" muttered Azka, coming down from the bed to close the door. Lying next to Salsa.
"Papa also wants to hug Mama," Azka replied.
"But Kara wants to sleep with Papa!"
"But Papa ...."
"Azka, no! Do not be the same as your own child there is no harm!"
Azka breathed a rough breath, it seemed that her coercive and arrogant attitude would not occur in front of Angkara.
"Azka, let's hug Kara!"
Salsa's eyes were as open as Azka's. They both did not expect Angkara to call Azka by name.
"Kara, you can't call me the name of darling, sin!" salsa's Warning.
"But Mama called Papa that too, Kara time can not. Papa also often called Mama Salsa," he protested.
Azka patted her forehead, it seemed like she had to be extra careful in front of Kara.
"Same Mama Kara bobok gih! It's midnight."
"Yes Papa" said Salsa.
For whatever sake, both feel amused themselves if they have to change the nickname Mama Papa.
***
In the morning, after breakfast together as usual, Salsa drove her son and husband to the front of the house. This time he did not leave together because of a very different schedule.
"Be careful Papa, send his son," said Salsa kissed Azka's hand, then kissed her son's cheek.
Although he felt a little amused calling Azka Papa, but he had to do it, at least in front of Angkara.
"What time do I pick you up?" ask Azka.
"Not been picked up all Ka, I got in the car. Your kasian goes back and forth mulu, where far away."
"Let's be careful but. Oh yes, maybe I'm a little late coming home, want to go to Mami's house later today to take an invitation, all share it to friends."
Salsa nodded in understanding. She waved her hand as a delivery to the husband. Azka this time riding a motorcycle with Angkara.
Not knowing what else to do, Salsa decided to do her job before leaving for college later.
***
"Learning diligent champion Papa, let it grow later like Papa ya." Azka ruffled Angkara's hair. Feeling proud every time he looked at the handsome face before him.
Proud that his seedlings were so ungulates that they produced a son so handsome, inheriting his intelligence, Azka was sure of it. However, his attitude, though, he had not been able to look far.
Before turning cold and indifferent, he was also like Angkara, cheerful and sociable with many people, but everything changed since the incident in school, the, where he must feel the treatment beyond the natural limits of his own Papi.
Azka will make sure, Angkara will not feel the things he had felt before. Azka will give her son the freedom to do anything, as long as it is all positive things. Not going to pressure Angkara must always be a champion like he was.
Enough, he alone felt it, not for his son.
"Kara if big will be the favorite of all Papa people," said Angkara aware Azka of his daydream.
"Must dong, go in there, son! I'll be picked up by Mama!"
Angkara nodded, fixing his backpack strap before entering his school yard.
"I didn't choose you wrong Sal" muttered Azka.
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