Teach Me to Love You

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Kala Tomi came to pick up Khalisa already asleep in the arms of her husband. Until the house was Ghani's wife was not disturbed.

The man took his wife straight to the room. After lying down slowly Ghani took off Khalisa's footwear, jacket and headscarf.

Ghani wants to complain that he is tired of the pebbles of life that make his legs hurt to step forward.

The man stroked the wife's soft cheek and then kissed her briefly on the forehead. Ghani hugged the tiny body tightly which can always make her addicted to this.

Khalisa's getting hugged by her husband. Ghani clutched the sleeping body restlessly, while giving a gentle swab on the lover's back.

"Sleep well, honey. Brother accompanied you here." His whisper to give Khalisa a sense of calm.

Ghani is tired of falling asleep. He seems to have run out of energy to find out who almost wretched him tonight.

"Eough." Khalisa moaned, his sleep getting restless. Ghani noticed small movements in his arms. Netra Khalisa's husband opened and glanced at the clockwork on the new wall shifted slightly from the number two.

"Honey," Ghani gave a gentle swipe on his wife's cheek. His eyes were fixed on Khalisa who was sleeping restlessly tonight. Ah those lips are so tempting.

Damn, his junior woke up just by imagining their lips belong to his wife. Ghani's eyes that had just turned so sparkling filled with passion to see the body that was winding uneasily.

"Do help calm down, dear." Speak meaningfully. Plain Khalisa will not rebel if invited to wrestling without consent. It's midnight like this to make Ghani's brain go wild.

Under his confinement Khalisa moaned to make Ghani's spirit even more burning. The man hugged the wife who was still under him after a mission alone.

What Khalisa does not intend to wake up at all, even though his sleep is not sound. Ghani did not know what fear his wife had in mind.

"Why not tell me if you want to be like this first so you can sleep peacefully," Ghani muttered alone after dropping his body next to his wife. He went back to sleep hugging his already calmer wife.

"Dragon!" Pekik Khalisa was shocked, releasing his body from Ghani's embrace. He realized something and cried in fear. Ghani was disturbed by the sound of Khalisa's cry.

"Why are you crying, honey?" His hands gently stroked Khalisa's head with his eyes still closed.

"Dragon, my shirt is gone by itself. My clothes are gone." His sister was crying louder. Waking up Ghani has been presented adorable drama like this. The man smiled after opening his eyes perfectly.

"Not lost, dear. Brother who helped you escape, last night you were overheated." Lies Ghani, ah his brain works again. Ghani's brain can unsettle the innocent Khalisa.

"Oh." He said, "Kha is afraid." His great-grandson again then swung back into Ghani's embrace. Duh, dawn. Gini nempel, junior Ghani is active again.

"Darling, will you help my brother?" Ghani rubbed Khalisa's cheek with his cheek.

"You."

"Neither Brother, will you?" His brain is working well.

"You." Khalisa replied again, Ghani kicked in the heart. The man immediately ate his wife back savagely. After guiding him to follow every move Ghani made.

"Thank you, brother." Ghani kissed every inch of Khalisa's face before falling limp next to his wife.

Not long after the dawn of Azan. Ghani rushed to wake up, well did not have time to pray in the mosque because of the dawn struggle earlier.

"Honey, it's dawn let's take a shower first." Ghani patted his wife's cheek muttering indistinctly.

"Hm, is it morning?" He asked as he nodded slowly.

"Dear, Brother's taking you to the bathroom." Khalisa just nodded funny.

Fortunately three times Ghani tonight, the man laughed amusedly with his own thoughts. When else would he be able to control Khalisa in bed like this.

"Abang, can Kha pick up some vegetables?" His permission when seeing green vegetables in the garden of the mother-in-law.

"Can Kha like vegetables?"

"Emmm," Khalisa seemed to think and then nodded for a second then shook his head. Ghani smiled stroking that adorable head.

"Even just enough, sweetie."

"Two can, uh three." He said he raised his index, middle and ring fingers in front of Ghani's face. The man agreed.

"Abang, the vegetables are beautiful. Don't be so cute, baby." The woman stroked the vegetables in front of her.

"It's called the mustard pagoda, honey." Ghani picked a stalk and gave it to his wife.

"Beautiful," she said again.

"But still less beautiful than this brother's wife." Ghani took his wife to bring her back home.

"Eh, guys. Morning made my eyes hurt." Thunder complains when passing with a partner who makes his head always quail it.

"Do not give your eyes if so, have eyes also not grateful." Ghani replied cynically, bringing his wife to sit on the sofa.

"You want a drink?" Tawar Mira yelling from behind.

"I can take it myself later Mah." Sahut Ghani, he tried to do it himself to serve his wife. Except for eating, all the mama cook. Unlike before, Ghani always cooks breakfast for Khalisa.

"Would you like to have some milk now or later for breakfast?"

"Let's have breakfast." He replied, the girl was still enthusiastic with a sprig of vegetables in her hand.

"That's your wife never saw a vegetable!" The Thunder Syndir. Vegetable time is dear, until the whole is eluted.

Ghani can only stroke the chest, his cousin Khalisa can fuss again later. "If he's fussy because of you, I'll hang the tour. I'm tired of knowing."

Thunder immediately clicked, the intention of joking morning so failed.

"Let him not be disturbed. Ghani is tired of Semalem." Reprimanded Emran to Thunder, the middle-aged man carried a glass of coffee and newspaper in hand. Join us in the middle room.

"There were no injuries last night, Gha?" Emran asked his son.

"No, I'm just scared to the point of not sleeping." Ghani rubs the back of his cool wife's head, just like a child playing his favorite doll.

Emran sighed tiredly looking at the sad face of his son-in-law, who was observing just tired. Ghani takes care of it.

"Well, get a doctor here. You persuade him later."

Ghani nodded, he was also tired if it kept going like this. "Let's try, Pah."

"Bag, broken." Rengek Khalisa, when a leaf of mustard pagoda was broken.

"Let's pick up another one, sweetie." Bujuk Ghani brought Khalisa leaning on the shoulder of his field.

Khalisa not only lost his memory but mixed with trauma. Especially with the events of these consecutive days. His wife is getting tantrums easier, can not be wrong a little. Ghani has to be more patient with him.