My sister My husband

Section 80. Not the first night.

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...Dinda POV's....

I saw him, saw him who was still with a hard payang holding my two children. Both of them always fight if they have seen Mas Andra. But what I like is that he doesn't distinguish whether Keanna is his son or not.

I had time to think, meaning all this time it was true all his words. He just wants a full family. She doesn't want her children to experience the same thing.

Without feeling it, my tears shed when I remembered everything he said.

" Abi...bobo faith with Abi huh?" Ask in a cute voice.

" Anne au..." Imbuh the little one who also followed.

I know he must be tired, it's his first day at work and there must be a lot of paperwork to deal with. I then chose to put to bed the children who were starting to fuss.

We slept in the same room for the first time. Two large king size mats we teach. Not us, but only me who set up the room all day before these two leaks arrive.

I remember how faith always chattered to sleep with Abinya. Especially when Mas Andra lay in a coma first. Not wanting to make my son and daughter disappointed, I prefer to arrange the room in such a way.

I intentionally gave it to her before she came. A lot of advice from Aunt Nur made me change my mind. I think what he said was good. Nor can I continue to shy away from my supposed obligations.

" Come, have some milk... Let Abi take a shower first." I said I was wearing a short negligee on my knees. I walked out while shaking a bottle of Ayman's milk.

" Ke... Why are you wearing that shirt?" Ask what sounds ambiguous.

I mean why is that really why, or why is there anything?

" Yes, why is it bi? no, can't you just sleep?" I answered as I grabbed Keanna and carried her.

I ignored him and just walked into the room. He immediately got up and followed me, he tailed behind me.

" The kids are sleeping with us? What load?" Ask who does not know if the contents of the room have been renovated.

" A.. what? So we sleep together? four?" He asked again in astonishment and stood in the doorway.

" Yes Abi.." I answered gently and began to give milk to Keanna.

"We.. together?" Again he repeated it.

" Good God, yes, my husband. Yes, we slept together. Now take a shower, I'll wait here." I said patting the empty side next to me.

He gave her a smile, looking very happy even though he was now trying to hide the euphoria.

Mas Andra started to enter the bathroom and I immediately sat down and sighed deeply. To be honest I was pounding, I was embarrassed...Will he think if I was a slap?

Ah... shame.. I'm so ashamed....!

Now what do I do when he comes out of the bathroom?

A few minutes passed and my husband finally showed me his legs. One leg stuck out and I. I. .. immediately pretended to concern myself with my phone. Actually, my eyes always observe where the steps lead. It's just, I'm still blushing right now. Maybe my cheeks are red.

Oh yike...! why is the air here getting hot?

" Want coffee?" I asked for pleasantries while biting my lower lip.

She smiled at me but her hands were still drying her hair "Yes she replied.

Huft... relieved.I was finally able to come out and sigh freely. Did Auntie tell me to wear clothes like this? I swear I'm ashamed of myself.

I'm still making his favorite coffee. His tongue had always loved this traditional coffee and was not moved by western-tinted coffees.

A spoonful of sugar and half a spoon of coffee. Hemh is a good composition.

I tiptoed and almost shouted as a burly hand suddenly coiled and grabbed me. The masculine scent of this man who once held the status of my Big Brother remained the same.

" Dad...." My surprised wife.

"Hmm?" His mouth and increased his embrace.

" You surprised me!!" My protest.

WTB!!

That fast?

" The coffee's not yet." My reasons for going nowhere after this he'll take me.

" Later on," He and his hand turned off the stove. " I want something else, I want to devour something sweet. May it?" He asked for permission and it makes me like a boiled shrimp now. My cheeks are red and there must be a smile I can't hide.

" I want to kiss you?" The question that made me laugh. Why just excuse me while since it's been snorting at my neck?

I just nodded and he immediately grabbed my lips greedily. Slow, soft, and delicious. He eroded the distance and turned my body. Now I face him staring at me his two soft misty eyes.

" Dear, you're getting pretty." The compliment.

Her lips are polite enough she knows how to warm my mood. He knows how to flatter and enlarge my heart.

He slowly sniffed my hair. " I like the smell." Said.

" Yes.., ja....Don't be here." I'm the one who doesn't want to do the unification in the kitchen. Do not want to be exposed to oil stains and chili🤭.

He stopped the action and kissed me right on my forehead. His eyes were so wrapped in longing as if they had not seen each other for a long time. " I miss you so much, miss you tonight." She said she looked up and carried me like a baby kangaroo.

Very well he, carrying me while walking forward without seeing the road and his lips remain focused mel***t my lips are soft. His breath roared and became.

We did a reunion in the children's room. He really satisfied me. I can't deny he's completely different from the way he used to be. This time a inch of my body no one could escape the sight of his scanning eyes, and his lips kept on peeling.

" Why is your stomach?" He asked as he looked at my belly that had a stretch of Stretch Mark. I was embarrassed and covered it with my hands.

" Dangerous huh? This is the rest of my pregnancy. I'm sorry I'm not as pretty as I used to be." I said to be honest, I don't trust myself.

I thought he would undo his intentions after seeing the carvings on my stomach. But in fact it's not.

" Thank you" he said and it made me gawk. For a second I lost my love taste. Thank me? wh-wh-what for?

" Thank you for conceiving and giving birth to my son. Thank you for being a good mother and a good wife." His last words kissed my stomach and went down and he played in the forbidden area.

Oh really, the warm sweep of his tongue makes me sling. Provides a delicious tingling sensation that I find difficult to translate.

" I'm sorry dear, for all that past." He said when the release was over and he was still on top of me.

"Yes, I've forgiven everything. Don't you talk about it anymore. Only sadness is there when you talk about it."

" Thank you for accepting and giving me a second chance. Finally I can keep and carry out the will of your mending husband."

" wills?" I cupped his face and looked at him.

" Yes, when she was critical and you were in the ward. He called me and testified to me so I could take care of you and Keanna." He said that made me stunned.

"What... because it also makes you have the idea to continue pretending to lose memory so that I am always close and take care of you? I guessed and if he answered yes. Fix, he's a good guy. He sacrificed a lot for me and the kids.

He nodded and then lay down next to me. His eyes tried to shut but it could not be as if he was avoiding my eyes.

" Why?" Tanyaku.

" In every moment of my life, I always think about why he should go. Why don't I just obviously hate you."

The deg!!

It hurts me when he talks like that. I've failed twice enough and lost my husband. I don't want to go through a chest-stifling phase anymore.

" Don't talk that isn't all is destiny. If only it could be negotiated and there were other options. I'd rather be divorced alive than divorced dead. At least my son can still know who his real father is. And you Mas, I don't like you talking like that."

I was angry, very angry. What the fuck?

Without speaking he grabbed me again and took me warm and felt his heart thump.

" I'm glad we finally got to do the first night." His great-granddaughter with a hoarse and tickling sound in the ear.

" It's not the first night" My protest, who got up and put on my shirt.

" Hurry up and put your clothes on before the kids wake up and whine because we don't exist." I said that rubbed his jaw.