
He scrunched his forehead, when he saw a pair of middle-aged interlocutors who were laughing giggling in the middle room of the house.
"Dad, mom! Said minap?" ask Dion who approached the living room sofa.
Bu Yanti and Pak Budi turned towards Dion's voice.
"Not so." lead Pak Budi and bu Yanti together.
"Yeah, because you're out of the room. Ni bring in your clothes and mother's daughter-in-law," yanti snorted while throwing Dion and Syakila's clothes. "This is food for you and Syakila, I know for sure you will not give Syakila a chance," continued Ms. Yanti.
It made Dion clumsy, because he said wet.
"Hee, I know." lead Dion while receiving the package from his mother's hand.
"If you play don't be rude like your father Yon! Kasian Syakila," said Ms. Yanti as she glanced at her husband.
"Loh loh! How about bringing dad, anyway? That's why mothers often ask for more!" sahut Pak Budi when he heard his name brought.
"You really said mom, I thought you were always playing rough" said Ms. Yanti.
"Udah ah, Dion wants to go in the room again! Than the horrors of an old couple who are still perverted like mom and dad!" dion then returned to his room.
"Yok ma'am, we're playing enjot! The time we lose is the same young, who knows when we are already this old effort. Dion will be able to have a sister," said Mr. Budi, then without warning carrying his wife's thin body to the room.
In the room.
Syakila worked her eyes slowly, then she pulled open the blanket that covered her innocent body. As he opened the blanket, there was a red stain on the white sheets of the bed mattress cover.
"Auhh," cried Syakila when she wanted to get out of bed.
"Darling, you're awake" Dion sped up his steps towards the bed.
"Sick," shouts Syakila.
"Where are you going? Let me take you, " said Dion.
"You go to the bathroom, I'll pee and take a shower. But this is painful," said Syakila while pointing at the bottom.
Without saying anything, Dion immediately carried Syakila's body towards the bathroom.
"You're out!" drive Syakila away when Dion has her body in the bathtup.
"Why? You said you were sick, let me help you" said Dion.
"I'm ashamed, anyways I can be alone," said Syakila.
"Udah ah, don't argue. If you don't want me to take a shower, then I'll go in again!" threaten Dion's.
Syakila put her lips forward, "Yes, but don't mess around. I'm tired and hungry" Syakila said.
After bathing Syakila for approximately twenty minutes, Dion again carried Syakila's body to the bed.
"Wait here, don't move. Let me get you your nightgown" said Dion.
Syakila. Dion chose long pajamas for Syakila to wear, when Dion put them on. The one wearing it will not be silent.
"Keong, quiet!" Dion forced Syakila to shut up.
"That's it, I took it," Syakila said.
Dion glanced at something pointed by Syakila, he smiled at the behavior of his wife who he thought was very adorable.
"You hungry?" ask Dion while focusing on wearing Syakila's clothes.
"He'em, I'm hungry and tired too." lead Syakila.
"I should be tired it's a conch!"
"Could you?" syakila asked while thrusting her legs into the hole of the pants held by Dion.
"The one who pumped me, not you. You're just good at the bottom." lead Dion.
"Ihh, you! I'm tired of knowing too! Where it hurts too," Syakila advanced her lips.
Dion chuckled at his wife's words. "But good, right?" Dion raised his eyebrows.
"Well! Udah, what do you want first to eat directly?" ask Dion.
"Siran lah, but combin," Syakila pinta spoiled.
Carefully and painstakingly Dion combed his wife's long hair.
"Col dishes are just one spoon?" ask Syakila.
"Baregan, let me bribe you. You're tired, I don't want you to get sick" Dion said attentively. "I also want our tadpole seeds to quickly grow inside here" Dion said.
"Do you want to have children?" ask Syakila.
"Then don't you want to?" ask Dion back.
"Pengen, but I want to have a guy later. Let's be handsome like his papa," Syakila said as she pinched Dion's cheek.
Dion placed the plate he held onto the bed.
Then he hugged Syakila's body tightly.
"You need to know, baby, whether he is a man or a woman. He is still our son" whispered Dion "Our legitimate son whom God has given us.
A week later.
Now Dion starts working again with Raka in the office.
They haven't moved, because Dion's mother and father want them to stay in their home for longer.
***
At the residence of Mr. Bambang.
After Raka left for the office, Aira returned to her room and immediately rushed to take a bath.
Downstairs in the house.
"Intan, aunty to the mall yuk?" take Mama Rina.
"Duh aunt, this time some Intan can not be deh! Intan has an appointment outside," said Intan refused the invitation of Mama Rina.
"Yes, aunt went alone," said Mama Rina.
Half an hour later, Mama Rina left for the mall with in between by Mang Jajang.
After the departure of Mama Rina.
"This is my chance to finish Aira.," Intan grinned, after which he went to his room.
He took a sack that had nothing in it.
"Death to you now Aira," Intan said as she headed to Raka and Aira's room.
Arriving in front of Aira's room, he peeked whether or not there was Aira.
"Safe! I think he's in the bathroom again" Intan said.
While Aira, he was soaking warm water in the bathtup using his favorite rose-scented soap.
With a melodious blend he rubbed his hands and feet. Without realizing it, danger awaits him.
After feeling satisfied soaking, Aira finally rinsed the soap foam
clinging to his body.
"Hmmm, fresh," said Aira while drying her body using a towel, after which she grabbed her skirt and shirt hanging in the bathroom.
After putting on her clothes, she opened the bathroom door and headed for the chair that was in front of her dressing table. Just as he was about to sit up suddenly his eyes rounded and his body trembled. Wanting to scream his voice felt stuck in the throat.
"Don't move Aira, don't! If you move, you will die. And if you die then Raka will fall and be broken" Aira said in her heart.
His face was pale and his body was sweating coldly.
Outside that room.
"Campus, soon you will die," said Intan with a sneaky grin.
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