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Ilyas came out, his hand slowly opened the door of the ward so as not to make a sound. In his face with a feeling of anxiety, the wife who was enjoying the chocolate of the hand that he brought.

My wife likes chocolate, Yas. So usually whine whatever he is, if I bring this thing his smile must be broken.

Remember Aaron's words while showing two chocolate bars in hand, when they came home late from Sukabumi three years ago.

The promise will not be until the magrib will already arrive at home. In fact, when it was past Isha they were still on the way.

And such a way seems to be powerful. Because several times observed if they go together, Aaron always stopped by the minimarket to buy chocolate.

Create Ayu.... He said he grinned while showing the antidote to his wife's anger.

Ilyas smiled, what the deceased said was true. Qonni enjoyed the chocolate he brought with him. There were over twenty minutes of him inside. The woman did not show a bad mood.

His steps slowly swung closer to his wife. Until his head turned upside down because of the man standing by his side.

"Well, are you out?"

"Udah." The man squatted next to a long bench. Next to him is empty. Not only that, the hallway of this Bethany room was also deserted. But the man, who still wears a uniform as an educator, chose to crouch near his wife's hand.

"That's a big shot?"

"How else, there's only Fatimah. You don't want to come in." Ilyas looked at the chocolate in Qonni's hand while propped up by his chin. Qonni certainly understood, there is a meal near others, yes must offer.

"Mas, would you?" pleasantries offers.

"You..." Straight open his mouth. T

of course, it was in Qonni's response well, he thrust his chocolate into Ilyas' mouth. One bite cut a block of chocolate. And because of the sweet glance Ilyas Qonni smiled shyly.

MashaAllah, my wife apparently can salting as well. –Ilyas feel successful. He got up because he saw two people approaching.

Mr. Sofian stared lazily at the couple who were now standing greeting him.

"Well, is Ilyas here?" Bu Sofian shook Ilyas and Qonni's hands as well. "Pick up his wife, will you?"

"Yes, ma'am" replied Ilyas. The young man turned his eyes to Mr. Sofian, but it seemed that the middle-aged man he was looking at was still not fond of this meeting. The proof, Ilyas' hand was ignored. Mr. Sofian nyelonong just walked in.

"I'm sorry my husband, yeah." Because it's not nice, Ms. Sofian hurriedly apologized.

"No papa, Mom. But sorry, excuse me. It's late afternoon."

"Yes, be careful on the road. Thank you again, for looking at Fatimah."

Qonni nodded with a sincerely engraved smile. The two also said a greeting, where Qonni's gaze immediately turned to his own hand which Ilyas held. Until their feet stepped down the stairs, up to where the Ilyas motorbike was parked. The guy with the minus glass just let go.

...

On the way home, Ilyas clasped Qonni's hand around his waist. As he wished just before the gas. It was time to draw the two hands of Ayudia Qonniah and attach them at the waist to the stomach.

The roar of the motor sounds smooth, splitting the streets of Cileungsi with orange tinge when the sun is about to shift. The moment of the day's turn..

The man was a little dreamy, I don't know what he was thinking. In fact, due to the dream. Ilyas forgot to take the alley.

His hands still rubbed gently while occasionally kissing. Seconds pass through with silence. Maybe because of the stubborn fatigue in each of them, causing this new couple not to talk much.

Enter about ten kilometers. Ilyas' eyes began to nyalang, seeing the houses of citizens who were increasingly rare and felt foreign to the way.

"Mas, how come I didn't go through here?"

"Yes, huh?" Starting to worry, the man stopped because if he continued then more and more into the village. "We're the princesses back."

The man was getting muter-muter, even twice going through the same path.

Lah, where is this? Inner Ilyas confusion.

"Mass?"

"Yes, Deck..."

"We're rich in muters anyway?"

"Yes this, we're a bit stray."

"Nasar?" Qonni raised his defeated voice with the wind.

"Yes, the effect of ingetnya way to your heart. Until we forget the real road that we're on."

Qonni smiled faintly, reflexively pinching Ilyas' waist until the man was out.

"It could be gini-rich, huh?"

"Handering, Deck. Don't take it seriously. But.., pinch again dong. Delicious, Deck," teased Ilyas with a laugh. While Qonni only bobble heads.

The bespectacled young man stared at the calm face with a smile etched beautifully on his wife's lips through the rearview mirror.

MashaAllah, the response is getting better. Mercifully...

Ilyas was grateful, raised Qonni's hand then kissed him before he developed it in the stomach.

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As a result of the stray, they only arrived home after the Maghrib. Women who have been cleaning at the same time changing casual clothes, are now taking time for their children.

A gentle swipe is directed at the forehead of toddlers who are engrossed in enjoying ASI from the source directly. Means longing. Though only all day did not meet, but it's been like years.

It is true said the person, whose name is a mother will not be able to stay long with her daughter. And he felt it from one day his status changed to Mother.

Qonni felt guilty, because he took too long to do outside activities. It is not uncommon to ignore Nisa. In fact, supporting children at this age is important. Because time is fast turning and will never come back.

In her kiss Nisa's forehead when the child's tiny lips slipped off by themselves.

"Well, son of Ummi." Qonni closed the source of ASI again, after that arrange a pillow to put the lamp of the heart.

Greetings that are interspersed with open doors are heard. Ilyas had just returned from the mosque after praying Isha. And sit around for a while with Ulum's father downstairs.

"Well, Abi's son is asleep." Ilyas regretted, even though the impatient to play with Nisa since then had disturbed him. But how else did the child fall asleep.

Qonni smiled before finally glancing at the husband, as Ilyas' gaze had now turned to him.

Heartbeats are back on pace, he hates this awkwardness. Especially if only two, but in this room there will be Nisa as well. Signs they're not really the two of them, are they?

The man just smiled. As much energy to defend yourself from orgasmic temptations that have reached the crown.

"You're sleeping too. It's tired today, isn't it?" tanyanya while rubbing her head. The woman in front of him nodded.

"Now we sleep three. I'm there, and you're here. While Nisa's in the middle."

Qonni nodded once more with an even more spirited move. He totally agrees. Although the cot still fit, but putting Nisa in the middle was a good idea for her.

You see, not infrequently at midnight when in a semi-conscious state, Ilyas hands like everywhere. That's what sometimes makes Qonni surprised even repeatedly woke up just to turn Ilyas' body to back him and then exchange with a pillow bolster.