Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Extra Part 1 - Greeting My Son

Syifa's welcoming party has ended since this afternoon, closing with a seven-monthly submission event for Syifa's pregnancy. The customary ritual was made small attended by close relatives and neighbors around the house. Rather impromptu indeed the event because considering the situation and conditions that are indeed impromptu.

The event finished the guests also say goodbye to go home in congregation. So did Bonang, Rifa'i, Nadya, Mama and Dio. Mama and Papa Surya and Aini came home after the others came home. But Syifa asked Zikra specifically to let Father, Mother and Ade stay. He still misses them, wants to spend time together for a while. Zikra immediately agreed to his wife's request.

After dinner, Syifa and Father, Mother and Ade sat in the living room. Syifa spoiled in Mother's arms. Tell stories sharing stories that each had gone through during their breakup. Jokes and laughter escaped their lips. Syifa is now regaining the warmth she lost in her life. Although all this time Zikra has never been less giving him warmth. It still feels different.

Satisfied with being nostalgic with both her parents and Ade, Syifa returned to her room. When he opened the door to his room, it was empty. I don't know where Zikra who had been since deliberately did not join him in the family room. She was worried that her presence would disrupt Syifa's relationship with her parents-in-law and sister-in-law. Of course they will reminisce about the times that have passed. While he knows nothing and will be an unexpected mosquito. But the truth is not like that.

Syifa heard the sound of water in the bathroom. He could immediately guess the whereabouts of Zikra. Then he walked to the bed. Positioning yourself as comfortable as possible on a mattress that has long been left behind.

"Darling, are you back?" todong Zikra when he saw Syifa was already sitting sweetly while throwing sandals on the bed. His back and head were propped up at the head of the bed. She finished the bath still wrapped a towel around her waist, and a small towel on her head to dry her wet hair.

Zikra walked up to the bed to pick up clothes and pants, which had been prepared by himself and placed before bathing. He did plan to change clothes not in the dressing room. She shamelessly wore all her clothes in front of Syifa.

"Yes. I need to rest early. Ade also not allowed Mother to stay up late. Tomorrow he's school afraid of the bad luck of the wake." said Syifa as it is. He was a little awkward to see Zikra wearing a shirt in front of him. Occasionally his face was turned to hide the red hue that spread around his cheeks.

The sight he almost met. Married and living on the same roof. But at the beginning of the together they slept in different rooms. You could say this is the first Syifa to see Zikra like that.

"Why should you stumble?" tegur Zikra was not happy. Syifa looked misbehaved and somewhat nervous.

Zikra put the towel he had worn on a special clothes towel on the balcony. After that he crawled up on the bed on the side of Syifa.

"You're ashamed, huh? Don't you like the shape of my sexy body?" zikra's Goda made Syifa unable to speak.

"What are you talking about? It's not important!" syifa pretended not to understand.

"OKAY. I'm not important to you." Zikra sulked spoiled directly laying her body with her back to Syifa.

Seeing Zikra's sudden attitude, Syifa became confused not to understand what to do.

"Sorry, that's not what I mean. You're important to me. It's important, though. Moreover, soon there will be new family members who will fill and complete our togetherness." Syifa tried to persuade while stroking her husband's back.

Zikra felt stifled by Syifa's words. Then he turned his body in a tilted position facing Syifa. Her net looked at the sincere smile that was on the lips of the young woman who was carrying the fruit of her love. A second later, he laid his head on the lap of Syifa who was still sitting without changing his position.

His face was directly facing Syifa's distended stomach. The beautiful and sexy form in which the future child stays spoiled for seven months, and will last at the age of nine months. Zikra kissed Syifa's stomach.

Syifa did not object to Zikra's behavior being out of habit. After all, his stomach fattened the results of Zikra's actions. She enjoyed every touch her husband gave her. Either just a touch that develops into a caress or a kiss.

"Darling... What are you doing in your stomach?" tanyanya greeted her future baby. Then put his ear to Syifa's stomach. As if he was eavesdropping on the activity that was in there.

Syifa smiled holding back amusedly. The touch of Zikra's unconditioned hand was rampant on his stomach.

"I read Papa's book again." Syifa said in a voice made like a child. Then stretched out his right hand to touch Zikra's black and thick hair. After that, do a gentle combing motion.

Zikra nodded in surprise and looked at Syifa in surprise.

"Lho's? There's a library in the stomach, right?" tanyanya's confused.

Syifa chuckled amusedly at the shocked expression of her husband.

"Yes, don't you think my stomach is a public library?"

"But, you say, our son is reading again..."

Syifa snorted quickly. "From I say again cook, you think, in my stomach there is a kitchen generally." sloppy.

Syifa smiled broadly.

Zikra felt inside his chest cavity there was a feeling that still existed as before. Vibration, whirring and thumping that does not diminish in the slightest. It feels even more terrible than before. Maybe the effects have not met for a long time. Now he could vent his longing that had tormented him for months.

Zikra's hand cupped the cheek that was no longer soaked. His eyes were sad and sad. Syifa touched the back of Zikra's hand that was still cupping her cheek.

"Darling..."

"What's wrong?" ask soft Syifa.

"I miss you." Zikra lowered her hand. Touching his wife's shoulder and hugging her warmly. Syifa who was getting an attack suddenly looked surprised. But after that she returned her husband's embrace.

"Me too." he said briefly.

Zikra let go of his embrace still holding both shoulders Syifa.

"I love you.." Zikra's voice rattled and softened.

"I love you too." replied Syifa who immediately got a surprise attack again. Zikra pulled the nape of Syifa, pressed his lips against Syifa's lips. The two kissed softly but not for too long.

Zikra showered Syifa's face with a kiss. Starting from the top of the head, turn to the forehead, the two eyes alternately. Then the nose, right and left cheeks. Lastly kiss the lips ranum which has a million opium. He struggled there for a long time. It starts off soft until it turns into a hot kiss. Then let go of his pagutan when Syifa was almost out of breath.

"Darling.." whispered Zikra in front of Syifa's face which was answered with a murmur. "I miss..."

Syifa immediately understood the meaning of Zikra's words. He nodded in response and agreement.

Of course Zikra did not waste the opportunity. He laid the bumil down on the mattress after removing the negligent shirt that wrapped around his body. Remaining attached bra and panties. He saw a body that had now changed shape. Sexy enlarged breasts. A looming stomach.

God is an amazing work.

Zikra undressed herself as well as the shorts that were still attached to her body. His nilar gaze stared at the beauty that was plastered for real in front of his eyes. His sight was already clouded with lust. Si Otong had already tensed up and thrashed out asking for release.

"Zik, I'm pregnant again." said Syifa disperse the concentration of Zikra.

"Quiet darling. I'll slow down so you're comfortable, my son is also a henchman." said Zikra reassuringly.

Syifa nodded in understanding.

"Darling.. I started yes..."

Syifa replied with a nod as her consent. Please fantasize to yourself... 🤭🤭🤭

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