My wife Little Child

Chapter 27

That night, Dira was in the room looking for something in the closet. Yes, now it has become her routine every night, preparing the work clothes that her husband will wear for tomorrow morning.

Suddenly, he was startled by Fahri's embrace from behind.

"Iihh, Mas Fahri is a habit... Ngagetin aja.." murmured to hide a face that met red.

"Great craving, my wife." - Goda Fahri whispered in Dira's ear.

Dira smiled shyly. Then suddenly, he grabbed Dira's body, while not yet released his embrace, and brought to the edge of the bed. Then while sitting on the edge of the bed, Fahri hugged him while continuing to wrap his arms around Dira's waist.

"Mas Fahri, what do you want to do...?" tanya Dira misbehaved and has started thinking things out.

Fahri shook his head slowly, "No papa. Just want to hug you." she replied smiling.

Dira's heart is increasingly made not because of him. But moments later, he was swept away in Fahri's arms. And soon, coincidentally, from the TV screen that was on in their room, softly played a song from the top Indonesian band, Kotak...

Never crossed my imagination

The fate of life led me to find you

You permataku the lover

What I love with you lives

You are the most beautiful gift

And I will keep it until the last breath

You are the perfect love rains over me

You have the perfect song singing for me

You are the perfect dream I ever wanted

You are the perfect love

You are my first and last love

Explore space and time

You are the most beautiful gift...

*****

Fahri and Dira are already on their way to the Dira campus. Yes, thankfully the campus where Fahri taught and Dira college campus, is still in the same direction.

"Thank you, Mom. Dira. Assalamu'alaikum" said Dira while kissing Fahri's hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Oya, Dir. Just a minute."

Dira undoes his intention to get down from Fahri's car, "Why Mas?"

Fahri took something from the dashboard of his car, "This, you hold it" he said while thrusting an ATM card at Dira.

Dira scrunched his forehead, then grabbed it.

"From now on, you hold on. That's Mas Fahri's ATM card. This is my duty, for your living. You can use the card, make a purchase for your personal needs, or make a meal and a walk with your cake. Anyway it's up to you. Butii... Inget, the wise ones. Don't be too extravagant either, and don't waste excessive money,"

"Mas Fahri also received another ATM card. Make meals, transport, and other operations. And also for future savings.we both," he continued with a smile.

Dira Eyes twinkling. Then hugged her husband tightly, "Thank you, dear,"

"Yes... You welcome... That's Mas Fahri's obligation," he replied with a smile.

Dira took off her embrace. "Jude, my God, bye... Mas Fahri be careful on the road huh," just now Dira was about to open the car door, Fahri prevent it again, "Eh, wait."

Dira frowned, "Why else?"

Then without further ado Fahri kissed his wife's lips at a glance.

"Iihhhh, Mas Fahri... Don't say it first," exclaimed Dira with a red face.

Then suddenly, Dira grabbed Fahri's neck to get closer, "Some dong, if want to kiss his wife.." then without further ado kissed Fahri's lips gently and deeply.

Which makes Fahri quite flabbergasted. But soon the wife's kiss returned, getting longer and deeper.

"You're getting braver now huh." whispered Fahri while taking off his kiss.

"Abis... Mas Fahri first who likes to be aggressive," replied Dira while blushing embarrassed.

Fahri chuckled, "Yaudah gih, it's too late."

"Byeah, bye... My dear,"