Sharing Love: Second Wife

Half Dead

That afternoon Vika was daydreaming in the car while waiting for Vincent to get out of the school gate. His gaze was empty as if he had lost his life. The area under his eyes blackened due to insomnia that attacked him the last three weeks.

Every night he wished the morning would come soon, and the day would quickly change. I don't know why Mahen is now one of the things he is most waiting for his presence.

Vika slightly lowered the car glass so that the breeze refreshed her eyes. Occasionally his head nods due to the sleepiness that strikes.

Vika woke up when the windshield was knocked. With the left car glass, he gasped. His heart was beating twice as fast. The woman saw someone's face was stuck in the windshield of her car. The man's eyes bulged, his nostrils looked as wide as Patkai's, and the creature's lips were flattened as they were attached to the glass.

"God! A phantom limp face!" exclaim Vika.

As soon as her consciousness returned completely, Vika was blown away. His stomach was almost cramped due to his laughter suddenly exploding. Open the window that was attached to the strange creature. Looked at the figure of Vincent who blotted his lips. Both arms are crossed in front of the chest.

"Mama, here! There was no answer from earlier!" grouse Vincent.

"Haha, sorry, Chen! Mama thought you were a ghost!" vika exclaimed while wiping away the tears at the end of her vision senses.

"Wicked Mama, here!" vincent said as he stomped his foot.

"Uluh-ten, here's the most handsome son of mama!" vika shouted while waving her hand.

Vincent got into the car and slammed the door. The boy bent his face as he continued to parrot after every utterance that came out of his mother's lips.

"As an apology mom ... today Chen can ask for anything!" said Vika.

As Vincent's face changed, the handsome boy sat facing Vika with glittering eyes.

"Promise?" vincent said as he held up his little finger.

Vika smiled, then linked her little finger to Vincent's pinky. The boy punched the air repeatedly in delight.

"So, what's Chen doing?" ask Vika.

"Chen will .... "

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A few hours later ...

Vika slowly incited her throbbing head because of her son. The boy is currently salto on his bed while wearing an Iron Man costume. Roll over and over, making the bed sheet shapeless again.

"Yeah! Ciyu .. ciyu! Dor's! Aaaakkk .. I got shot!" shout Vincent.

The little boy was lying there holding his stomach. Vika rolled her eyeballs, how did the bullet get through the Iron Man costume? I don't know. Only God and Vincent know.

The uproar ended when a video call went into Vika's phone. The woman quickly hid her excited expression. Now Vika installed a sour face, then he swiped up the green button on the screen of his phone.

"Where's Chen?" ask Mahen.

"The chen! Someone's looking for you!" vika said with a big feeling.

"Yeah! Papa!" exclaim Vincent when he saw the picture of Mahen adorn the screen of Vika's phone.

Vincent snatched his mother's phone lightning-fast. Both of the father's children are now busy giving up longing. Vika could only look on with a stern look. It was as if a huge stone was blocking his throat right now.

When the feeling of being arrogant has mastered, usually Vika will sleep. The woman came out of Vincent's room, then laid her body on the couch. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes Vika was already asleep in her sleep.

Vika's body wriggled as she felt something soft rain down on her face. Vika's eyes were still closed, she giggled. Very minimal lighting makes the atmosphere around it dim.

"Chen, stop ... ticklish!" lirih Vika's.

The kiss that was raining down on Vika instead of stopping, even now more intense. The kiss now smacked the woman's sweet lips. The scent of musk again seeped into his nasal cavity. Vika's eyes that were still cute saw the silhouette of a mature man above her.

"Sir Mahen?" thought.

Vika remained silent enjoying every soft touch that landed on her smooth skin. Without him noticing a sigh*n escaped from his thick lips.

"I was just dreaming" Vika thought.

The woman was now moving wildly along with the delicious touch she felt. The dream felt real to him. Over and over again he heard his name called with a voice so soft and passionate.

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The door to his room was repeatedly knocked rudely by Vincent. Instantly he gasped, his consciousness instantly recovered completely. He examined every garment that was attached to his body. Still intact! Vika breathed a sigh of relief.

"But when did I move into my room? As I recall, I fell asleep on the couch?" said Vika slowly.

"Mama!" Vincent again let out his cry.

"Yes! A minute!" yell Vika.

Vika stepped lazily towards the door, then exited the room. Vincent was looking at her cynically in front of the room door. The boy was in sulking mode. Vincent is neat in his school uniform.

"Hooooaaamp." Vika yawned widely without closing her lips.

"Mama! Not polite!" exclaim Vincent.

"What, anyway, Chen!" vika protests.

"Part .... " The familiar baritone voice now greets Vika's hearing.

Vika's lips that were still gaping wide were now instantly tight for a moment. Mahen was in the kitchen with an apron, Nola who was sitting at the dining table patted her forehead. He was ashamed of Vika's chaotic condition.

In that instant, Vika turned right and entered her room again. He slammed the portal connecting his room with the other room so hard. Wooden hangers bearing his name, until thrown from the door.

Vika immediately looked at her appearance in front of the mirror. Ruffled limp hair, the rest of the face that is not cleaned, t-shirts that are not clear color, and batik pride color pants. Vika immediately sat down lethargic while looking at her reflection in the mirror. Now it feels like he wants to hide in the ant hole.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Vika walked out of the room. Vincent, Nola, and Mahen had already started breakfast first. Vika walked down to hide her face in embarrassment. Repeatedly Vika hit some of the items that were passed because she did not pay attention to the road.

"Vik, you're like a kid!" exclaim Nola.

"Mommy embarrassed? Same papa?" cecar Vincent's.

Vika looked up, shook her head, then looked back down. After being dragged through various obstacles, this collision, Vika finally arrived at the dining table safely. He ate fried rice ceplok eggs that had been presented in front of him while continuing to look down.

"Not to be ashamed, Ma. Papa says, Mama's always pretty in her eyes!" exclaim Vincent.

"Ohuk!" Automatic Vika chokes at hearing her son's words.

The panicked Mahen immediately thrust a glass of water at Vika. He drank the water up to the toilet. Nola just chuckled at the attitude of her best friend.

"Pa, today Chen delivered Aunt Nola. Papa rest first" said Vincent.

"Okay, Boy!" exclaim Mahen.

"I'm Anterin Chen, huh? Then go straight to the boutique, so you pick up Chen when you get home from school" Nola said.

After peeking at his parents' cheeks, Vincent waved and disappeared behind the door.

"Look at me! Why should I be ashamed?" ask Mahen.

"Huaaaa .. I was in a mess. I'm ashamed to look like this in front of Mahen!" vika exclaimed while burying her face in the palm of her hand.

Mahen approached Vika, then raised the chin of the beautiful woman. Mahen smiled meaningfully.

"Even I like you more plain without a thread with hair as messy as last night. You look soo hot, Babe!" mahen whispered in Vika's ear.

Hearing Mahen's words, Vika's eyes widened. He turned towards Mahen who was still smiling sideways.

"So last night I wasn't dreaming?" ask Vika.

"Would you repeat it again?" seductive Mahen, and an******** landed on Vika's lips.

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