Not the Hope Husband

Coldness

"Would you get a warm drink?" viona said as she returned the husband's embrace tightly.

"Made by Sya." Fatir's face infiltrated Viona's neck that level and mischievously gave a small kiss but the creeps spread throughout Viona's body.

"What the hell? don't dong that. Goosebumps this." Viona's voice was so soft.

"I'm so cold, baby." Reply Fatir with a slightly vibrating tone.

"Mass? it's his ginger drink." Shakshawl from behind the door.

Viona took off Fatir's embrace and walked over to the door.

Blake it!

Sya was standing holding a tray containing a cup of ginger tea. Viona instantly accepted and her sweet smile.

"Thank you, Shay?" viona.

He nodded then quickly left the place. Viona brought it in and did not forget to lock the door.

Viona walked over to her husband who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Giving a cup of ginger drinks made by Sya. "It's a drink first!"

Fatir sipped it little by little to cause a warm feeling to spread to his body. Then the drink that stayed the rest of the half was Fatir stored at the table. Circulating his vision towards Viona who was sitting next to him.

"Baby Vivian sleeps well?" Fatir turned his head towards the baby Vivian who was sleeping very soundly.

"Yes, the satiety is possible. I drank a lot of water." Viona nodded.

Fatir's hand grabbed Viona's body very affectionately. "May baby Vivian her Bobony henchman. Let your father and mother have a mess."

Viona pursed her front lips. Then he leaned his head over Fatir's chest. "Hem, spoiled it?"

"Just let it be, ask to be spoiled also his own wife, as long as not the same wife of people." Temptation Fatir while stroking Viona's wavy hair.

"Tell it then. I diced the bird, I boiled it and I gave it to feed the fish." said Viona growled.

"Aw! fear ..." Later you can no longer use dong," said Fatir while cupping his other hand.

"Biarin, than people wear. Delicious. The light does not have," said Viona looking up.

"Don't dong ah, I can lose then." Directly caught Viona's lips that were in front of her.

So that Viona is no longer able to speak unless she enjoys the touch. Viona positioned herself so that Fatir more freely to do his will.

Fatir continued m******* soft and passionate but dear could not be more like usual to devote his desire because Viona is in the puerperium. His lips moved down to his neck and showered him with a small kiss but its function was quite powerful for those who received it.

Both breaths were breathing heavily. Viona tries to serve her husband well even though not in an intimate way as usual, which is important to be able to make her husband happy.

Fatir supine with a breath that is very hunting and seen down and up his desire that peaked to burn the crown can not be perfectly channeled. Glancing at the wife lying beside him, her head was carried into an embrace. "Sleep on my chest."

Viona hurriedly got up and put on her clothes. Looking for a medicine box that happened to be in the room, a moment later returned with a glass of water and fever medicine.

"Mas, take medicine first let the fever drop quickly." Viona was so anxious to see her husband looking weak.

After taking the drug Fatir again laid himself on the pillow. Viona's hand justifies the blanket on Fatir's still innocent body, baby Vivian wakes up maybe thirsty or her diaper is wet to make Viona approach and take it.

"Uu! dear Mother wake up. Hungry huh?" directly give his ASI with affection. "The henna, baby ... Dad's got a fever." Netra Viona glanced at the closed husband and looked shivering.

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Next day. Early in the morning Fatir was ready to go to the store. But before leaving he invited to communicate with his baby, who was put to sleep on his bed.

Fatir overslept and rested his hands supporting his head tilted facing baby Vivian. "Honey. So the boy Sholehah huh? a pinter like mommy!" the back of her finger stroked the baby's cheek very gently. The boy looked good.

"Lho, Mommy. Where are you going? you have a fever, don't go first." Viona's voice from near the bathroom door.

"Mas, go to the store." Fatir got up and sat down.

After approaching Viona check Fatir's body temperature. "Still warm baby, rest at home huh?"

"I have to work baby .. I'm not into nothing just plain silence, I go first huh?" Fatir stood up but Viona shook her hands around her husband's neck.

Viona stared very fixedly. "alright. But breakfast first and take medicine huh?"

"Yes, but what about me?" lirih Fatir while stroking Viona's cheek.

The two walked towards the dining room and on the stairs met Sya who asked baby Vivian. All at once Viona entrust the baby to Sya, as long as he accompanies Fatir breakfast.

"Good Ma'am, I'm happy to take care of baby Vivian. Mas, a little pale! Mas sick?" in the end, he was amazed by the condition of his brother.

"Mas, just a normal fever. It's also better. Titip Baby, huh?" then Fatir again walked with Viona who was holding her hand looking friendly.

"okay! Sya continued her intention of accompanying baby Vivian.

Afiah's mother saw the son pale, obviously she asked and worried about his son's situation. But Fatir calmed down that he was just a normal fever and would soon also leave for the store.

Ms. Afiah could only sigh with the stubborn and very responsible attitude of her son.

"Mom Don't worry. I will be fine and I pray for you. May all my wishes be achieved soon" Fatir hoped.

Viona bengong's. "What do you want, Mom?" Viona curious ....

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