Red Noctah
The Part 64
I have read prayer aloud.
"Allahumma jannib naassyyaithana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa."
But if the time is not right, it can fail too. Bisma presses patiently for tonight. There are still other nights, but seeing his adorable wife makes the man anxious himself. Moreover, Razik can not be invited to compromise, the little boy did not even interest in being invited to sleep again.
"Mas, you're not sleeping?" ask when she looks at her husband who looks upset.
"No way, Razik even fun to play again, duh .. ngenes really my fate," he chanted. When laughing amusedly saw her husband who could not do anything. Patient pressure for tonight.
"You don't dong, Mas, there is still tomorrow, have a rest, if you wake up rich gini Razik hard bobok again, usually I stay asleep."
"Keep what is my fate, yank," he lamented. Again when chuckling amusedly see her husband who whines rich boy.
"Duh .. kok even rich duo boy, one does not sleep, one asked to sleep." When you are self-absorbed.
"She, you're a cunt dad?" tanya Razik plain.
"Yes, I can already nginep here, so Razik bobo with dad, don't fuss it's already night, baby. The game is for tomorrow, right?" When trying to distract his son to sleep. Nihil, Razik is still feeling good.
The night is getting crawling, If the sleepy are asleep just like that, while Bhishma is still staying guarding Razik who is still engrossed with his trains.
Finally, at one o'clock in the morning the boy fell asleep as well. Rectify the blanket for his son and move on to his wife who looks slumbering.
Razik is safe, but the problem is that his wife is sleeping peacefully. Intentions want to wake him up, but there is pity. The bisma became anxious itself. To neutralize the sense of longing that is tempestuous. The man grabbed himself and hugged from behind. Feeling dissatisfied at all, the man stole a few kisses on his lips.
Still not satisfied, but what power his opponent is in fashion of. The man forced himself to fall asleep. Let this night be like this, the intention of the heart wants to wake his wife for the night prayer, even he who unconsciously woke his wife because he heard the morning prayer. Both equally bad.
"Astaghfirullah .. Is it really dawn?" tanyanya.
"Yes, Mom, let's get up. Go to the mosque or pray at home."
"You're at home, there's a mum. I was bad, bad, on the other hand" complained the man walking quickly to the bathroom. Grabbing a towel draped on a hanger.
If you wait long enough, until finally the man appeared from behind the bathroom door.
"Mas shampooing? Old pants?"
"Can pray, Dek," he replied casually.
"But ... instead of last night we didn't do anything?" ask the woman clumsy.
"Owh .. That's the story, you guys!" When the head gnaws.
"Normal dear, when our loved ones are present in the dream. But I'll want a real version. Wait, I'm making it hard for you to walk!" berling.
"Waduh .. peril dong, I'm so horrified."
"Dear joke, joke ... ready?"
They worship together, after carrying out two rakaat duty, Bila and Bhishma took time to read the Quran for a while.
"If you usually do this morning?"
"I ... What is it? Make a drink, if Razik has not woken up I stay in front of the laptop, but if the little boy wakes up you know for yourself is the active Razik. Mandiin, ready for breakfast, I also signed up yesterday to school, so it will be more troublesome."
"Masya Allah My dear wife .. would like dong if this morning make coffee for me," he asked smiling.
"Want coffee? Bentar, I made it first." Nabila got up and headed for the kitchen. There are already loyal residents, Madam Lastri.
"For Non Bila," said Lastri.
"For Ma'am, why is his face so grim?"
"Ah, Non Bila, use pretend not to know, how many rounds Non, Den Bisma 'kan years left?"
If the middle sips water until it spurts unguided. The woman was breaking the ball at her employer's question.
"My guess is right on target, Non, so surprised. Hehe."
"Bak Lastri what the hell, kepo!" cetus while taking a cup that has been brewed coffee.
"Mas's coffee?" If you put a cup of coffee on the desk.
"Love, what's the matter with your face?" Bisma highlighted his wife who met blushing. The man approached, eroding the distance until it felt tight. Both of her burly hands coiled beautifully on her stomach cordially smirking the right cheek from the side.
"No, what do you want for breakfast?" the answer held amused, because the man was clinging perfectly
"Your breakfast!"
