Red Noctah
The Part 27
"Diem, if, Razik wakes up later, pity?" he said relax with his eyes closed. Because tired of arguing that ends irritated, When finally resigned and fell asleep. Although it's one bed, it's quite quiet because there's Razik, so ... The bisma is unlikely to act unwanted.
At midnight, Razik woke up, the little boy whining with my eyes.
"Why dear, Mother here," said When soft, reflex awake when he heard his son woke up, the new Bhishma also woke up.
"Razik why?" Bhishma sat down, accompanying Bila who calmed by holding Razik and menina bobok.
"You're really tired a lot, your body is also rada angel," anxious when researching his son. The boy clutched tightly to his mother. Bhishma went to check her son's forehead, it was a little hot as Bila said.
"Honey .. wait a moment yes, Mother take warm water first," said Bila told the child who stuck. The boy did not want to escape, instead clenched tightly.
"Let me, if, what do you need," Bhishma was alert.
"Emang you want? Yes it's a spit there, wait especially, take warm water-warm nails," the decree When still in bad mode. Anything related to Bhishma always makes the woman's mood messy.
Bisma returned with a small pot of warm water at his wife's request. Slowly the man compresses his son without being asked. While Razik still faithfully embrace Bila and reluctant to release it. If the position is half-sitting, makes the woman achy, but there is no choice, asking for help Bhishma is really not the solution.
Bisma worked painstakingly, while Bila watched by cradling Razik into silence. Over time the eyes of the woman began to weigh, When fully awake. Razik also had the heat down and went back to sleep. When the position is not comfortable, Bisma took the initiative to fix, after first fixing the blanket on Razik to make it more comfortable.
The bisma was just about to shift the body when it lifted slowly, when the net was again open. Spontaneous When screaming, fortunately Bisma is quite deft with smothering the mouth of his wife who must have misunderstood it.
"Shhhtt ....!" the man's index finger was attached to his own lips. "Relax, If, I won't hurt you, please don't yell, our child will be disturbed, shocked by your cry" she whispered softly. Quite calm reassuring, different from Bila who mendelik fierce.
"Ngapain anyway," the woman's hand immediately put away the hand of her faithful husband smothering her.
"I'm sorry, I just want to fix your sleeping position, it looks uncomfortable" said the man honestly. True what felt when, uncomfortable, but the action of Bhishma who pretentious attention was clearly making the woman in shock, could-can confidently play shifting her body.
When the one who can not sleep well in the least, finally moved to the sofa, let the child and her husband master the mattress.
Bisma mendes@h slowly saw his wife who was preparing to calmly drop her body weight on the sofa room. The place that three years ago is always used as a bed of Bhishma, because if you are not interested in a basket. But, this time it was different, the woman who was willing to give up sleeping there.
Bisma approached the sofa, crouched down precisely aligning his wife's body. The man accidentally opened the blanket until the woman gasped for the second time.
"What the hell, Bim!" patted it with annoyance.
"You want to move on your own or I want to carry, later if you sleep here, Razik wake up nyariin you, how?"
"You sleep in bed, let me on the couch" he relented. When cheering inwardly, the woman stepped up.
That's the cake from earlier, am I smiling.
When muttering in his heart, moving spontaneously made him not examine down there which was blocked by the blanket, as a result of which the tip of the blanket that stepped on his feet made the body stumble. Damn when it hit Bisma and the two collapsed together with Bila just above her body.
Their distance is so close, making the two spontaneously meet each other for quite a long time. Bisma was speechless feeling a strange beginning swamp over her desires. If even covered in long pajamas and hijab, still always tease his mind. Especially when her sexy, sultry lips chattered, Bisma quietly held her breath.
"Sorry, just an incident" he lamented about to rise from there. Not going smoothly, Bhishma instead restrained his body, out of nowhere, the Bisma who harbored kangen and longed it did not want a position that was very unfavorable for Bila, did not want to quickly end.
When mendes@h tired, but instead caught another in the ear of her husband.
"Don't mendes@h Bila, are you deliberately begging me?" just like that.
"What the hell, it's not clear, I'm tired of gini, can't your hands don't hold me," his grunt was upset. Mendumel standing up. Bisma also stood up, positioning herself sitting on the sofa, while Bila stomped her legs irritatedly as she stepped onto the bed.
Not even twenty-four hours When he returned, a series of household dramas had occurred. When she tried to close her eyes again, she had to rest before the sun greeted her in the morning. Unfortunately, if you do not manage to fall asleep, even though the body feels lela, but the eyes suddenly Insomnia. Instead of spending the night just like that, the woman decided to open the laptop, and began to string the writing there.
Activities that have always accompanied the last two years, while contemplating deserted, in the rest of the night, when pouring in a different imagination. All of his stories with a slightly domineering level of genitalia, were able to make him a little more receptive. Through the writing, he was able to issue his heart that was raging violently, sometimes being longed, sad, upset, crying, haru, even happy, although still far from the real word happy.
Indeed simple and simple, the most real happiness for the woman is, when seeing Razik grow into a child that is so strong, smart, and certainly quite obedient and healthy. Although his age is active, Razik never asked for anything that makes it difficult, or even difficulty getting it.
Unknowingly, When asleep at the study table, while he was awake at dawn, found a warm blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
Bisma, who blankets me?
When wondering inwardly, he got up, his net scanned into a whole room, not finding the Bhishma there. Apparently the man had woken up first.
When he had just completed the obligation of two raka'at and was folding face to face when the creaking of the door vaguely looked at his ears. The woman had not yet put her hijab back on, having put on her mukena. The bisma who had just returned home from the mosque, seeing it pause for a moment on its footing, observed as the nimble hand rolled, gathering the hair into one, nape of the neck When the smooth and white it was clearly plastered for real. When Bila stood up and turned around, it was quite a shock to find Bisma right behind her highlighting with a different expression.
If you are confused, immediately look down with a heated face.
"Why should you be ashamed, you should not bother covering your body in front of me, If, because everything attached to you is lawful to my vision," he said.
