My wife Little Child

Chapter 25

Saturday morning, 09:00 WIB.

Dira was hanging out on the sofa in the middle room while scrolling his screen up and down. Yes, he was fad watching a video of food recipes on youtube.

She was going to learn to cook this morning. Who knows Fahri will be happy.

"Well..try to make this first, which is easy. Sausage fried rice...!" he was excited, then started to move from his seat.

He walked towards the kitchen. And start preparing all the necessary materials. Then start peeling the red and white onions, washing them. And slicing.

The cooking oil is getting hot. Dira threw the spices he had sliced into the frying pan. Then move back, as far away from the stove as possible. Then start stirring it. Do not forget to close the pan to block it from hot oil splashes.

"Yaaahhh, how did her skin follow her in siiihh?" exclaim Dira while trying to take back the eggshell that goes into the pan.

He started stirring the eggs in the pan as far away from the stove as possible. "Aduuhhhh, the emptiness is like...!"

Fahri, who had been watching him from behind the kitchen wall, could no longer hold back his laughter. Even he held his stomach so twisted.

*****

"Taraaa, here it is... Fried rice, with love..!" seasoning...!" exclaim Dira while showing a plate of fried rice his work on Fahri.

Fahri who had been forced Dira to sit in the dining chair, staring at the fried rice in front of him. His looks are unconvincing.

But to appreciate Dira's efforts, he finally bribed the fried rice into his mouth, and there was no expression when Fahri chewed it.

"Where... yummy doesn't...?" ask Dira impatiently.

"Hm.... Not bad," said Fahri who immediately sipped a glass of water in front of him.

Dira who did not believe it just like that, immediately tasted his own fried rice. Then instantly...

"Hueekkksss, asinn bangeeett...!" he hurriedly mowed it down.

Fahri couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Kok Mas Fahri lied siihhh...?"

"Jude, no papa. You don't have to be so small. Mas Fahri seneng really, you already want to try to learn to cook for Mas Fahri. Tapii.. starting tomorrow you do not have to cook again yes... Let's make this cook,"

"Oohhh, I mean Mas Fahriii, because my cooking is not enaakkk... Is that it?" Dira immediately glared.

"Eh, that's not it.." sergeant Fahri hurriedly, "Let's see. How is the kitchen now..."

Dira grin while scratching his head that does not itch.

"Can kasian... So add to the work of Bik Inah,"

"Yes, yeah..."

*****

At night, after dinner. Dira makes a warm sweet tea for Fahri. Yes, from now on, she wants to learn to be a good wife.

While stirring the tea at the dining table, suddenly someone hugged his waist from behind. Dira was in disbelief. He already knows who did it. Yeah, who else if not Fahri.

Suddenly Dira's face was flushed red, her heart was leaping uncalled."Duh... M-Mas Fahri, Mas Fahri, what do you think...?" tanya Dira is uncomfortable while trying to let go of Fahri's embrace.

"Ssttt, it's been cuddled, '" Fahri murmured and even tightened his arms around Dira's waist. So long.

Dira was finally unable to pucker up again. And for some reason, he suddenly enjoyed and was so comfortable with the hug Fahri gave him.

Fahri took off his embrace, then twisted Dira's body so that now they faced each other. Dira really can no longer hide his misbehavior.

"Thank you... You are starting to change... Trying to serve Mas Fahri. and not jutek anymore with Mas Fahri..." Fahri looked at him deeply and gently, stroking his wife's cheek.

Dira smiled, nodded. "Sorry about Dira's attitude all this time, Mas..."

This time it was Fahri who nodded, "Mas Fahri... What a pity you are, Dir..."

"Dira too..."

Fahri widened his eyes in disbelief, "Huh...? Fahri... Not wrong with...??"

Dira shook his head, "Either since when the feeling was present... Dira also love Mas Fahri.." although soft, but sound steady in Fahri's ears.

It felt like Fahri's chest was filled with a long-lasting feeling of happiness. Until it feels like I can't speak anymore.

Throw Dira into his arms. Dira closed his eyes, it was like getting some protection while in the chest embrace of that field.

Slowly Fahri took off his embrace. Now they look, for so long. Until finally, their two lips were intertwined again. Let go of the love that plants the strong. Fahri increasingly pulled Dira approached him, so that now there is no longer a distance between the two. Dira wrapped his arm around Fahri's neck. And they kissed deeper.

"That's right, Mas Fahri... Later if you look at Bik Inah how...?" Dira suddenly let go of her kiss while blushing in shame.

Finally Fahri carried Dira's body. Then he walked and took her into his room. Finally, after almost 5 months, Dira willingly gave up her body, for her husband who had been halal. The desire that had been trying to be harbored Fahri deeply, finally can be channeled that night. To be evidence of the union of the love of a pair of human children...