Take Off Yourself

Weekly Night

Ueekk...Ueekk...Ueekkkkp..

"Bag". Lirih Yasmin, Kasian to her husband.

"I can't help it baby, accompanying you to the night market. It smells bad, it smells weird food and perfume". Hanafi, not able to smell all sorts of smells.

"Come, we'll just go home". Yasmin said, disappointed in her face.

"Go, you're not alone? I'm waiting in the car,". Hanafi said, smiling and stroking his wife's smooth cheeks.

"But I want it there mas". Squeak Yasmin, pouty.

"Sorry, you can't help it, dear. I'm sorry,". Hanafi, take his wife into his arms.

"Well, wait a minute I'm going to buy a snack there". Point Yasmin, toward the grilled sausage salesman and others.

"Be careful, the road is guarded and don't run around". Pinta Hanafi, directly under Yasmin.

Hanafi, from a distance watching his wife's movements. There was a sense of worry, eager to accompany. But I couldn't smell a strange smell.

Yasmin, she was ceaselessly buying some snacks she wanted. Until it was lost from sight, Hanafi.

Hanafi, the more agitated the gausar. Fear the wife why-why, the night market is getting crowded. It's definitely Yasmin, hanging out with someone else.

Almost 20 minutes, Hanafi waited for the fan to see his wife.

There was a sense of relief when Yasmin, came and brought some crackles in her hands.

"Sorry, wait a minute. Heheheh...Finally, good food". Keekh Yasmin, smile. "We're sitting in the park, yuk". Invite the wife, who was influenced by her husband.

Yasmin and Hanafi, enjoying a Sunday night together in the park.

Like a pair of lovers, who are drunk in love.

There was laughter together, talking warmly and enjoying the atmosphere of the night.

The night was getting late, Hanafi immediately took his wife home.

On the way home, Yasmin fell asleep. Hanafi, holding tightly to his wife's fingers and kissing gently. There was a sweet smile on the corner of her lips.

*************

The moon changed months, the age of the content of Yasmin has gone 7 months.

7 Months of thanksgiving, held at the home of his parents Yasmin. There were so many people coming, to help prepare everything.

Mr. Jamal, smile because his son-in-law is back to normal. Not asking for the weird, what else is nausea.

Yasmin, in thin makeup and decorated with jasmine flowers. His smile was clearly on his lips, truly feeling this happiness.

The first child moment, Hanafi paid photographers to cover this beautiful moment.

"Very pretty,". Hanafi, take the time to kiss his wife's lips.

"Bas..!". Lirih Yasmin, rounding her eyes.Surprised by the courage of her husband, kissed her lips.

"What, honey? It's in the room, even if the door isn't closed. But no one saw". Hanafi, chuckles amusedly.

"That's it, you mas". Yasmin muttered, smiling sweetly.

"Yes, I'm out first. Soon a flush show outside, I'll just wait there. Yasmin, thanks for everything". Hanafi, kiss his wife's forehead gently.

"E 'ehmm.... The show flushnya want to start, you are still making out without regard to the gaze of the people around. Well, if love is attached. The world belongs to both, too,". Said one of the mothers, the other giggled with laughter.

7 Months of Thanksgiving, went well. Yasmin, she was endlessly smiling sweetly. During the event, many congratulate and wish smoothly until the birth.

*************

The larger the stomach, the more difficult it is to sleep. Walking was quickly exhausted, he liked to lie down.

"Why mas? How her face is so tangled,". Yasmin asked, approaching her husband just came to work.

"Job problems, dear. You, don't do the heavy? I don't want you and our son, why-why". Hanafi, smiling and stroking his wife's hair.

"No mas, I'm just cooking. Floor at most,". Yasmin replied, struggling in her husband's arms. "Mas, we haven't been shopping for our son's needs".

"Astagfirullah, I forgot dear. Yes tomorrow, we're shopping. Sorry, mas forgot". Hanafi, pat her forehead.

"Okay, but take mommy yah". Pinta Yasmin, smile.

"Hmmm...What the hell, that doesn't do for you. But, after the mas came home from the village chief's office. There's something to do, tomorrow there's some new people coming into the job". Hanafi said, slim down in Yasmin's nod.

"Okay, I follow what you said to me". Yasmin's chuckle, kissing her husband's cheek.

"Why on the cheek? It wants to be here,". Hanafi, point his finger towards the lips.

Yasmin, still shy and began to approach her husband's lips. At first a gentle kiss, long-time turned aggressive.

Hanafi, who was already shrouded in passion. Directly remove the official shirt and throw it in any direction.

Not only there, Hanafi took off his wife's negligent dress. Don't forget to lock the door, afraid someone might come in.

The sound of the village-han echoed in the living room, not just there. Hanafi, lifting his wife's body into the room. Continuing their hot game, not minding the daylight.

Almost 1 hour passed, Hanafi had finished pouncing on his wife. Yasmin, sleeping in her sleep exhausted after making love.

In the back of the house, Hanafi exhaled cigarette smoke from his mouth.Since the wife was pregnant, he rarely smoked at home. Afraid of the wife why-why, sweat soaked her body the rest of the hot game earlier.

Two cigarettes had run out, so he went into the house and met his wife in the room.

"Where did mas? Habit deh, finished making love during the day must say". Grunts Yasmin, pouty.

"Smoking, baby. Behind the house, again I want to". Hanafi replied, lying next to his wife. Not forgetting his hands, playing around in the twin mountains.

"I guess I quit smoking. Because I don't see the mas, smoke anymore". Yasmin said, refraining from sighing. What's more her husband's hand, it's starting to go down.

"Open dong, let my hand in". Hanafi whispered, biting his wife's ear.

"Mas, don't bite dong. Sick tau,". Sung Yasmin, poking her lips.

"Open baby, you don't want good times". Whisper again, lick his wife's ear.

"It's so annoying, don't lick it. Later wet tau, perverted bottom". Yasmin, pinch her husband's arm.

"Haha.... Gems like, baby". Now Hanafi, already on Yasmin's body.

Yasmin, smiled and kissed her husband's entire face. "Mas, what are you doing? Don't be weird".

"Nothing strange, just want full service for my dear wife". Hanafi's kekehnya, start kissing his wife's neck and go down to the twin mountains.

Alternate breastfeeding like a baby, after being satisfied with playing. Then down to the belly of the wife, who had grown. Turn the time down, making Yasmin jump on her teeth.

Her husband's tongue, pierced inside. The sound of the village-han kept coming out of his mouth, Yasmin. Every now and then Hanafi, played his finger at full speed.

Yasmin, continue to mende-sah menderek enjoy the game of the husband. Wanting to ask for more and more, Hanafi again lured his wife.