Neighbors Become Households

Good Morning

Eps. 19

Flashback ended two months earlier.

Now we go back to the present time to the household life of Jihan and mas Arga.

After a night of being hugged by her husband, her hands incessantly stroked Jihan's stomach. Makes the girl sleep soundly without the intense menstrual pain as before.

This morning is Sunday, Arga doesn't go to work nor does Jihan go to school. The couple is still sound in their sleep, with Arga embracing Jihan from behind.

Fifteen minutes later..

Jihan blinked her eyes, still feeling comfortable as Arga grabbed her from behind. Jihan turned her body to look at her husband.

"What a handsome mas my handsome, hehe."

Her hands gently caressed Arga's cheeks, then down the area around the mouth, a mustache and a little brew growing there. Jihan so chuckles to herself, imagining the mustache that always makes her nervous when on the axis of the husband.

Disturbed by the hand that pierced her cheek, Arga opened her eyes slowly.

"Hmm baby, good morning," smiled then kissed his wife's forehead. "What meda?" not fully realized.

"Did I wake up Mas, huh?" Ask him plain. Though it is true.

"Not only built me up, but he did, too," his hand grabbed the jihan's hand and led him to touch something down there.

"Maass!!"

Arga laughed lightly, "Why don't you like to disturb something that's asleep."

"What the hell is mas? Don't talk ambiguous dong."

"What were you holding, what? Haha."

Lazy to serve the husband, who in the morning has done perverted. Jihan chose to get out of bed.

"Ehh, where are you going, baby?" ask Arga.

"Wake up, what else?" He woke up, but his hand was pulled by Arga.

"It's Sunday, sleep a little while longer!."

"It's noon, aren't you hungry?" get rid of Arga's hand that started moving at will.

"But your stomach? Does it still hurt?" Tone of worry, his hand touched the wife's stomach.

Jihan smiled, "It's better, thank you, thanks to you I'm fine."

Arga leaned his body on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you only? Which prize?"

Jihan laughed, "There's only this one, does caring for the sick still ask for a reward?"

"Not a reward, but a gift. Let's give!" pursing lips.

Jihan shook her head, "What do you want?"

Arga thrust his lips, "This, love here the gift?"

Arga touched her lips, "Morning Kiss."

"Haha gosh mas, mas Arga there is nothing, do not want ah."

"Loh refused, huh? You don't want to be responsible, honey?''

"What responsibility? What was I wrong trying?" Put both hands on his chest.

Arga grew increasingly anxious with Jihan's behavior. He also pulled the body of the wife to the point of falling into his arms. The eyes of Jihan and Arga looked at each other in love.

"You're a cunning wife, yes! Dare to wake us both up but don't want to take responsibility."

Jihan held back her laughter, until her face turned red.

"Don't be weird, yeah, I can't take care of you guys. Don't talk about it."

"I don't want to know, just give me a gift. If you don't want to, I'll give you." Stay keukeuh.

Arga immediately rubbed his wife's face like a goose stalking his enemy.

Jihan chuckles amusedly, feeling the thin hairs growing around Arga's face.

"Mas enough. Hahaha amused his mustache once. Enough mas. Ahaha!"

Arga stops her action, and hugs Jihan's body tightly.

''How? Give me a present or I'll kiss again?''

Mas Arga, plis don't be spoiled like this. My heart is not strong enough to hold its thump.

"Yes yes mas, later I give but shave first yes mustache. I'm tickled to know."

"Who told you that it's not clean, I'm fussing, '" he replied in an annoyed tone.

Jihan laughed out loud.

"This Arga Mas can do it anyway? Hahahaha don't make up stories, yeah!"

''If you don't believe me, ask your mother or mother there, ''' While struggling spoiled on Jihan's shoulders.

''Brasses! don't be like that. I'll clean up first, I'll wake up."

Jihan put Arga's hand on her body.

''But promise, after shaving the mustache give me a present."

''Shave the mass!" still keukeuh.

"But I'm mager again, baby." Acting spoiled while sticking your face to Jihan's shoulder.

"Then I wake up first, wait on the porch later I help you open it, okay.'' Swipe Arga cheek.

Maybe if I'm being sweet Arga is not fussy, better use the subtle way.

''Okay, I'm waiting, yeah,,"