So the Second

Extract Part One

Time keeps rolling, going forward, days turn into Sundays. One week is the age of marriage Laras and Wira, much to learn as well as the Wira who began to have a companion alive again after his late wife left for good.

During the one-week marriage, the newlyweds always sleep three with Belva, the only child of his puppet from the previous marriage of Wira with his late wife.

During one week of living in her husband's house, many who Laras began to do the duties of the wife, began to prepare her office clothes, cook, and most importantly love Belva began to bathe, invite her to play, and all the more, Laras also loved Belva as much as his own son.

Laras is not the first night with her husband, it feels awkward, prestige if you have to start first.

"Cooking yes! the first girl to ask." Inner barrel.

"Let time walk, and answer it." - inwardly again.

The sound of crowing chickens continues to echo, making the owner squirm in his sleep. Laras' hands began to grope on the nightstand, but were hard to move because there were two small, and large hands were holding him possessively.

Laras tried to get rid of her husband's hand, and his son's hand slowly so as not to disturb his sleep, but both of them increased his embrace. Inevitably Laras re-entered his dreamland, with the help of his two angels.

Seconds, minutes turn to make the clock, the clock continues to tick indicating time continues to pass.

***

Wira and Belva squirm at the same time, but Belva closed his eyes again, while Wira mu adjust the light of his room which began to show the bright sunlight.

The woman jumped from the bed, and went into the bathroom without using a towel or clothes instead.

After removing his clothes, Wira only realized not to bring a towel, and a change of clothes. Repeatedly Wira grumbled because of his own carelessness. Some soap, shampoo, toothpaste have been thrown, but Wira again took it to put in its original place.

***

On top of the bed Laras began to open both his eyes, looking at the clock on the nightstand his eyes widened in shock. In a hurry, Laras revealed his blanket slowly, afraid to wake the very slumbering Belva in his sleep.

Geck! Toks!.....

"Mas in me?"

"Yes Yank."

"Hmmm...! Yank, please bring the towel earlier forgot not to bring." he shouted Wira who was still wearing soap.

"Where's the towel? this is Laras get it."

Chequek.. The hero opened the bathroom door very slowly, making Laras crowbar in shock.

"Just take it."

Wira quietly pulled his wife's hand to enter the bathroom, and took her to take a bath together.

"That's what it looks like! stand up straight like a crow." Said the barrel-ceplos.

"But I like it." Temptation of the Hero by raising his eyebrows.

***

Laras face like a boiled crab, really very embarrassed by the actions of her husband who is very vulgar.

Without anyone knowing, and who started first, suddenly they had embraced each other without wearing a thread. The bodies of both wanted more, his breathing had already started to fester with his heart racing.

Without a word the two had hugged each other, and his hands did not stay still had begun to explore the neckline of his wife, who was very white, and clean made him impatient to do more than just a hug.

***

Papa's... Mamma....In ana?"

Hix... Hix.. Papa Mama's... Huaaaa.." Belva was crying very loudly, making the one in the bathroom start to take off hugs, and Laras was misbehaved.

Both finished their baths very briefly, Laras came out first with his bathrobe, while Wira came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Mommy's Cup Cup Why?"

"Va Awangun tidul Papa Mama ndak no! kan Va acute in halan-halan pelgi." There are still traces of tears on her cheeks.

"Mama's father took a shower."

"Beldua?"

"Yes dear."

"Kok Va ndak invited sich! va wants to take a bath beltiga! we are beltiga."

Hearing his son's very innocent answer, made Baras scratch his head that did not itch at all.

***

After bathing Belva, Laras was ready, and her husband was well dressed. They went downstairs to have breakfast together. At the dinner table there is only the voice of Belva, who continues to tell stories, sometimes singing with a distinctive voice of her lisp.

Wira and Laras do not limit the space of movement of Belva, if all is still a reasonable limit, let the growth continues to bloom Belva's talent, as both his parents Wira and Laras watch over him from afar, and advise if one steps Belva later.