Papa's Last Request

Disillusioned

Tania squirms on her bed, it feels so good to be asleep. Until he felt something heavy overlap his body and was attacked with various fondling.

Who'sisthis?

"Wake up spoiled child. It's late." It's late afternoon." Nero cupped his wife's cheeks firmly, so Tania's lips looked conical forward. Funny, make him laugh amusedly. Moreover, his eyes are still closed, between conscious and not.

Nero again gave a soft kiss, making Tania finally open her eyes. She fell down in shame, when she found her husband's face looking friendly.

"I don't know if you're home?" He blinked his eyes many times.

"You're so good at sleeping. Kaya' kebo." Nero pinched his nose. His hand rubbed the strands of hair dangling at the temple. The fragrant aroma of his wife's body made him want more affection.

"Where aunt?"

"At papa's house. Stay there."

"She wants to go with me this afternoon." He leaned his body on the headboard of the bed. His head was dizzy, pulsing since earlier. Nero's treatment of him last night really made him tired.

"Tomorrow in the morning. Flight's in undur malem."

"Bik Ijah?"

"Udah told me to go home. I want to be with you." The man blinked his eyes.

"This one." Tania blushed in embarrassment, then pinched her husband's stomach. Nero complained in pain, then tickled back, and laughed heartily at his wife who blushed in shame.

"I want to go to the bathroom," Tania was about to escape, but was instead held back with a hug.

"Brake together, huh?" whisky Nero.

"I'm gonna pee this." He dodged, could be dangerous if Nero repeated.

"Don't take it long."

Nero sat on the bed, exploring the contents of this room. After what happened last night, are they still going to separate rooms? She prayed in her heart, that Tania would move into her room. He wanted to spice up his wife as often as possible, as he pleased.

The bathroom door is open. Tania appeared with a fresh face.

"How are you doing, papa?"

"healthy. That was an old conversation. And Ovi says she wants to stay there. So I stayed."

"What's so weird?"

"I think papa's sick, deh. I saw a lot of hair loss on his shirt when he came home from Singapore."

"Ah, masa' anyway?" Nero switched the conversation.

"Yes, Mas. I asked Papa, he said, That man. As the hair grows older."

"Yes not all. There's some. The proof is that it does not fall out, even though we age deketan." Nero rubbed his wife's shoulders, occasionally pecking at her head. I don't think he wants to leave the room until tomorrow morning.

"Don't lie!" threatening Tania. He felt something was hidden, I don't know what. She asked her husband, not getting a definite answer.

"Really!. Maybe tired of thinking only spoiled child," he replied origin.

"Let's be important, dear papa." Tania buried her head into the warm embrace of her husband. The fragrant scent of Nero's body makes him comfortable, also gives a sense of calm.

If this is how Nero increasingly can not stand it. Wanting to change their position, Tania was below him, so that he could freely launch his ask.

"I still miss my aunt."

"You've been noisy, screaming."

"Mas!" She hit her husband's chest in shame being seduced like that.

Nero hugged her, tickled her waist. They both rolled around on the bed.

"Mas wants more," he whispered.

"What?"

"That's a malem," whispered Nero as she rubbed Tania's hair.

"The time' repeated again? Wait pregnant just try again," he replied innocently.

Well, not yet understood, Nero wrote in his heart.

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