
Kemil still clutched his wife's body anxiously. The guilt in him deepened the more he felt.
Suddenly the sound of crying Milka in her baby horborah made Kemil become confused. He doesn't know what to do. Precede Milka or his wife who is still shaken by it.
Milka's crying never stopped, the longer it hardened.
"Darling, ma'afin me yes... I'm gonna go get Milka first. Poor her crying like that." Slowly Kemil released his latch onto Kamelia.
As Kemil was about to descend, Kamelia held her arm.
"Thank you, baby... Ii'm sorry. I promise I'll try again." Kamelia looked into Kemil's eyes.
"I won't force you again, baby..." Kemil grabbed Kamelia's hand and kissed her.
"You never forced me, baby... I'm the weak one." Kamelia said again.
"Darling... Milka we're up..." Kemil ended their little debate.
"I know, honey... Her crying voice made me realize... That I shouldn't constantly bemoan the things that make him present in my life." Kemil looked at haru Kamelia. And then get back up to take Milka who is no longer crying too hard.
"Hmmm Dad's son is smart... You must be thirsty..." Kemil picked up Milka and took her to their bed to breastfeed Kamelia.
During her time with Kemil, Kamelia would turn her back on her husband to breastfeed Milka. And Kemil is so aware of that.
"Darling..." Kemil tried to get Kamelia to speak, despite his position behind his wife.
"Yes, honey..." Sahut Kamelia in her position.
"Why does Brother Adan love you so much?" Kemil thought about his brother-in-law. He felt Ramdani was too excessive in loving his wife.
"Father, my real brother..." Kamelia Sahut. He looked astonished at Kemil's question which made no sense to him.
"So yeah, it feels like having a sister... If I had one too. At least it's the brother." Kemil was wondering while staring at the ceiling of his room.
"Are you just jealous of me? Well then, you can think of an older brother as your own brother, right, baby...?" Camellia tried to comfort her husband.
"No way... He's just unfortunately the same as you. Being in-law with me is annoying, let alone being a sister. Hadeeeh..." Kemil patted his own eel.
Milka finally released her natural pacifier on Kamelia's body. He went back to sleep.
"Already, honey... Tuh, look... Milka's back to sleep." Kamelia turned her thin lips towards Milka who had fallen asleep beside her.
"Let's let Milka sleep here with us, baby..." Kemil looked at Baby Milka's face which made her feel peaceful.
"It's okay?" Kamelia frowned.
"It's okay, baby... We pray first..." Kemil invited his wife to pray tahajud.
Kamelia smiled looking at Kemil's attentive eyes. He felt really guilty at the time.
"Darling..." Kemil gently rubbed the cheeks of Kamelia who looked dreamy looking at him.
"Oh uh yeah, honey... Why?" Kamelia jerks.
"Sheesh yuk..." Bring again.
"Come..." In the spirit of Kamelia answered her husband's invitation.
Almost every night Kemil performed night worship since with Kamelia. Despite being puerperal at that time, Kamelia and Milka will always accompany him.
So shady to see the two men when facing the Khalik. Whispering exposes the sacred verses. Kneel down and plead for pleasure. He raised his face while holding his hands to the sky.
They were so solemn in expressing the same prayers and wishes to their Lord.
Sometimes their eyes let out clear water when they remembered all sins and regrets.
When the wife welcomes and kisses the back of her husband's hand with a willing heart, and her husband will reciprocate by peeping his forehead.
As their happiness increases with the presence of baby Milka into their midst.
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