The Father Of My Children

The FOMC part 23

When he found out whose hand he was holding, Azka slowly let go of his hand. Azka saw a slight bruise on Amel's hand.

"Did I hold it too tightly, until it bruised like this?" Azka stroked Amel's hand, which was bruised from his hand.

Amel felt the elusan in his hand and made him piqued from his sleep, Amel slowly opened his eyes. Azka who saw Amel move immediately closed her eyes again.

"God! What time is it?" amel stood up, looking at the small, circular watch on his wrist.

"Oh God! It's been 6pm, I could have slept here for so long" he said, not realizing that his hands had been removed. Amel looked at Azka who was still asleep alias pretending to sleep.

"Thank God she had already let go of my hand" the inner Amel who saw her wrist that Azka had grasped.

"So strong is the grip of the Ice Shelf, until it causes bruises on my hands again" muttered Amel who was still heard clearly, by a person who was pretending to sleep.

"I'm sick because of you and you're secretly cursing me, just watch out for you" said Azka.

Amel slightly lowered his face and looked at Azka's face in a clingy manner.

"Given that his face may have hurt a little," muttered Amel staring at Azka's face so intensely.

Azka who could not stand it anymore immediately opened her eyes wide, making Amel shocked and reflexes to lift her body up and make herself not stand in balance.

I saw Amel almost fall. " Be careful!" azka shouted loudly, reflexes grabbed Amel's hand, then pulled him so strong and made them unbalanced and ...

Bruk ...

They both fell to the bed, his position now Azka was at the bottom even hugging Amel who was on it.

Amel, who had closed his eyes for fear of hitting his head, felt his head was fine, not sick at all.

"Cock doesn't hurt? Wait, what is this chewy thing that is touching my lips?" Amel felt something springy touch his lips, the shock made him wake up, opened his eyes to see what had happened.

Amel widened his eyes when he saw Azka who was still in front of him and even his lips stuck to Azka's lips. Azka was just silent and did not budge from her place.

"Thank God he's okay. But, how do my lips hurt?" inward Azka, who was not yet aware of his position.

Amel who saw Azka was daydreaming, patting Azka's shoulder gently, Azka who realized with her daydream not budging from her place even deepened her kiss.

"Hmhpt ... Sir, hmmp .. le," said Amel trying to rebel from Azka's kiss.

"This lips that always bothers me, every time I see it, so this is a punishment for those of you who have dared to curse me secretly," said Azka, satisfied with his actions.

"Le ... release hmmp .. release hmmmp sir ...." Amel tried to escape. Azka bit Amel's lower lip.

"You!" Amel groaned in pain, Azka then released the link of their lips.

"That's my gift to you" Azka chirped.

Amel quickly stood up from his position, Azka was very satisfied with the action even get up and sit quietly, as if nothing happened.

Amel, who was already standing up, was embarrassed that he had enjoyed the kiss, and he could only cover his hot face with his arms.

I saw Amel in front of him. "Feeling ashamed, it's too late," inner Azka felt victorious.

"Why are you here? Where is Arya?" azka asked flatly, without the slightest guilt.

"An-Anu, it-it .. it was pa-pak Arya, since this afternoon has returned to the office. I-I think there's still work left unfinished" explained Amel, nervous.

"Oh .. Why are you here and not going home?"

"Sa-I'm sorry sir."

"Because of me, my father became ill. That's why I'm here now, to make amends" explained Amel.

"Yes, now you can go out! I'm gonna take a shower."

"Can't you say thank you or at least accept my apology? You Ice Hunk!" inner Amel.

"Huh?"

"Why not go yet?" azka's gaze was fixed on Amel.

"It-That sir, is your stomach no longer sick? If you are still sick, you should drink the boiled water first, maybe the ginger water has been cold, but it can still be drunk."

"Watchful attention to make a ginger stew for me, even though my stomach is fine now, I still have to drink it," said Azka.

Azka walked towards the nightstand that had a glass filled with ginger stew, took it and drank it with one sip until the water was gone.

Amel who saw him gawking looked at Azka who was sipping a glass, watching Azka's neck twitching.

"I drank it, why haven't you left? or maybe you'll take a shower with me, okay?" ask Azka, flirting.

Awakened with his dream. " Basic pervert!" amel shouted and ran out of the room.

Azka who saw Amel running in shame, smiled broadly very satisfied with his behavior.

"Your train," Azka's inner delight, succeeds in seducing Amel.

"A kiss just now was pretty good too, I haven't felt it in a long time" said Azka, rubbing her lips.

"My lips are also scuffed is fine, as long as the reward is worth it," muttered Azka recalling, as she bit Amel's lower lip.

Azka went to the bathroom to clean her body. Amel, who was outside Azka's room, muttered to himself.

"Why does he always make my heart beat, as if my heart would be dislodged from its place" said Amel cursed Azka.

"Hais .. I should go to the kitchen first, make him porridge to fill his stomach. She had eaten nothing but meatballs this afternoon, "inner Amel cared, and passed downstairs.

Amel immediately went to the kitchen to make porridge for Azka, it only took 30 minutes, he was done with the cooking event.

Amel took the bowl and poured the ripe porridge into the bowl and immediately took it to Azka's room.

Arriving in front of Azka's room.

Tok ... tok ... (Amel knocked on the door.)

Amel knocked on his door many times, but there was no word from within.

"Sir, I'm in!?" he said a little scream and stepped into Azka's room. Azka was still in the bathroom.

"Busyet, he was bathing what was purifying inside, a long time," said Amel, putting the porridge on the nightstand.

Chinese ...

Suddenly the morgue door opened, uh I mean the bathroom was open. Amel looked at the bathroom door.

"Let'soooooo!" amel cried out with his firmness, reflexively covering his face with his hands, as he had just seen a beautiful sight.

Azka was standing casually in front of the bathroom door, with a small towel winding that was just beautifully coiled around her lower body, a torn bread belly that was palpable clearly in the eyes, her hair that was still slightly wet made water droplets drip from her hair, looking seductive.

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