My son, not my son

Chapter 34. New Style

"Where? Still want?"

"Hmmm," the woman replied with my eyes. It's already heavy.

"Have you got the new style?" ask the handsome man.

"Hmmm," still muttered the woman. It's starting to close its eyes.

"Sister is still lacking, too" said the man again.

Yes, a new style taught by a friend to him, he applied tonight in the bed that became a place for many things for them. His friend suggested, with a new style it could accelerate the presence of a fetus in the womb Fiya.

Arion was very eager to practice it. Until he has prepared a simple dinner, but the romantic version of Fiya he has provided. To surprise his beloved wife.

After dinner, Arion began his deadly seduction, playing guitar melodies to other melodies, until he ended up on the soft bed. Although simple, but both are very satisfied.

Unlike king-size beds, soft like goose feathers, like in romantic novels they often read. No, it turns out that luxury is not a measure for someone to feel comfortable, happy, satisfied.

Arion's hand had already started looking for something that became his favorite. And probably the favorite of most guys out there. Arion still remembered the struggle that had just finished it. He admitted, it is true that the style suggested by his office friend is very top.

Arion hopes that with that style, the tiny baby will soon be present in his wife's womb.

There was not the slightest reaction from the woman, the woman who had been five years more his wife at this time. The more he loved his wife's body, but there was still no rejection or acceptance of that body.

Arion feels Fiya is a bit different tonight. Usually when they do a relationship put together something that needs to be put together, Fiya hold up to how many rounds. He often asked for more. Even though Arion has admitted defeat.

Not only that, Fiya was also often the first to ask her husband first. It is halal, so he is free to ask anytime and anywhere.

But tonight is different. Just a round of that sport, uh he's been. His body is weak. At the beginning he was passionate, passionate, addicted, but when it was over and it was done, he was well-kept.

Until Arion asks again but is rejected. With sleepy reasons, tired.

Various things Arion did, mengoel-noel Fiya cheeks, prying Fiya's nostrils, peeping all over Fiya's face and body. But not able to. Even Arion heard a subtle snoring sound from Fiya's mouth.

While the little sister down there was already sassy ahead. Just got limp.

That subtle snoring proved that Fiya was indeed really tired. Very rarely does Fiya snore, except when very tired.

With despair, because of the desire that is not channeled and can not be held back, he also rushed to the bathroom.

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Weak weak

Weak weak

There was a sound of someone vomiting in the bathroom. The sound woke up Arion who was still asleep. He worked his eyes out, staring at the clock of the wall ticking.

"Still five in the morning" he murmured. He looked next to her there was no Fiya there.

Weak weak

He heard the sound of people vomiting.

Gegas Arion headed towards that voice. It came from the bathroom. Incidentally the house they rented, there was a bathroom in the room.

"Darling why?" tanyanya gently. There's still some sleepiness in my eyes.

Arion gnawed softly at the nape of Fiya. He tried to make Fiya relax.

After waiting for a while and Fiya did not vomit again, he led his wife into the room.

"We're going to the room, yuk!" bring Arion. He held his wife's shoulder. And sat him on the edge of their bed.

"What do you feel, baby?" ask again. He was still trying to look calm. He wants to know what happened to his wife. It's not usually so. Arion's position was below, sitting cross-legged on the floor, while Fiya sat with his legs dangling down on the mattress.

"May you know why, baby? Just shut up, brother asked."

"I'm okay, brother. Just nauseous. Maybe I catch a cold, brother," replied Fiya. She stroked her husband's cheek gently. "Don't worry, okay!"

"You're not usually like this, baby. Never cover anything from brother."

"Yes, brother. I'm not okay. Maybe because of the soy sauce and the cold."

"Why? Too much work in the office? Is something troubling your mind?"

"No, brother. My usual job, I can still handle. And there is no problem either. But lately I've been getting tired a lot. I don't know." Fiya said lethargic.

"If you don't have to work today, take a break. Maybe you need to relax."

"Don't dong, brother. Where can I take a day off. As long as I can hold this head up, I can walk, I'll hold it, sis."

"But baby..."

"Sister, if I don't work, my salary will be cut. Do you know what the rules are? Continue if cut, less dong later who shopping us. While the current position sibling is still suspended."

"I'm sorry, honey. Because your brother has to work hard. You are the backbone of our family. While sister..."

"Sssst, don't tell me that, brother. Don't despair. If you're desperate, who's supporting Fiya? And who will support Nawal? Brother should be able to love us both passion, love strength and prayer. So we stay healthy and healthy."

"It's always, baby. Never forget to slip your name and Nawal in every brother's prayer. And always pray that God will grow a fetus in your womb."

"Amin" said Fiya. She hugged her husband.

"Now I want to eat brother's cooking. Can ya? Then take me to work later!"

"Ready Ma'am, boss. What are you going to eat this morning?"

"Want to eat chicken soup? Can you?"

"Stand, yeah. Brother check first fill the fridge."

Fiya nodded.

"Don't forget the sambel terasi yes, sis!" he cried with spirit.

"Yes" said Arion, exclaiming as well.

Yeah, recently Arion was suspended from the office. According to Arion's office made a miscalculation of the office's finances. In the presentation, he spent money but did not match the amount of the report.

Arion suspects someone sabotaged the report. But he has no evidence. He was finally suspended. Even his salary was cut every month to cover that shortfall.

Nawal knew about the incident. He secretly heard Arion telling Fiya, his wife. The stronger Nawal's determination to build a company for his father.

Even he who was a child was learning about business, business management and company. He felt ill, his father was treated unfairly.