My wife Slave of Lust

Gotta Go

For the first time in the history of life, I felt like everything was complete. The presence of a successor figure that certainly culminates a sense of pride that plundered. Apart from the thousands of forms of drama and bickering between me and Vida during her pregnancy, but the presence of the Junior seemed to erase all traces of unpleasant. Replacing it with a water of happiness through the cry of anxiety from his tiny mouth.

"He looks a lot like you, honey." I rubbed my index finger on the whiz's soft cheek, when he was laid beside his mother. Getting the first intake that will make it the most useful human being.

Amen!

"I mean, he's not your son?" ask Vida. His forehead suddenly frowned deeply, hearing the curse from me earlier, which he probably thought disturbed the sense of hearing.

Turns out the sensitive mode hasn't gone away, my inner self then.

"Yes, that's not it, sweetie." My swipe moved to the top of Vida's head. Makes her smile again.

FLECKISH

Suddenly the door blushed, showing the haru faces of both of our parents. They came together early in the morning, after I had informed them of this glad news. Instantly the whole room sounded excited, after the arrival of two mother earths. I immediately pulled over, giving the two a chance to approach the wife.

"What's his name?" ask my mother-in-law.

"Ibram Son of Maulana, Ma." Vida answered with a firm answer.

I only smiled when I thought back to how the story was so that it could be named. There was quite a debate between the two of us, but I finally gave up. Because the principle remains the same, women are always right.

Many more questions were asked by the two middle-aged women. The longer it sounds funny.

Looks like we should give them a little privacy. Because if awaited, it will only deafen this sense of hearing. So, we ... the fathers decided to leave the room. Yes, just to talk and share your experience.

Time is rolling so fast. Even though the wall clock ticked as it should, it still felt like it was going so short. Same with the day and the month.

Ibram is now three months old. Her body looked even more beautiful and adorable. At first, I suggested that Vida hire an assistant to help her. However, she rejected him on the grounds that she wanted to take care of her baby alone.

I can understand this one problem. Vida is the type who does not believe in the work of others. Therefore, since the beginning of the marriage, we did not use the services of a housekeeper. Nothing done both. No exception ... now.

Moreover ... Ibram problem. Vida is really selective and painstaking in her care. Do not want the slightest mistake to occur, during the process of his upbringing in this golden age.

"You're leaving this afternoon?" ask Vida when I just came out of the bathroom. While Ibram seemed to have fallen asleep in the baby basket.

"So dong, honey. The concert was held in the morning. So we don't want to be late. So take a flight this afternoon" I replied as I walked to the closet.

Without me noticing, two hands had already wrapped around her waist and placed her face on my back. "Can't you, if you don't go?" his successful tan made me frown. What's up with him this time? He's not usually like this. Can the hormones of nursing mothers affect their emotions?

Definitely ...!

"Hey ...!" I turned my body. Staring fixed two gray eye beads that are now looking at me softly. "It's only two days, after which I go straight home." He put his face into my grasp.

Vida is indeed a very sensitive figure. His heart was not as strong as steel, but it always managed to slash the soul, if he looked at his glassy bead. "When you want to come, we can take Ibram," my bargain was immediately responded to by her unequivocally.

"We'd better be at home, watch him," he replied with a worried smile, which was fixed on Ibram.

That face .. I know, he really wants to continue with me, but his condition is not possible. Every job, there must be a risk that must be accepted, not least with what I am doing. Although the heart does not want separation, but still the body must be flown.