The Love Of Aurora
Part 138's
Bathing activities that should be taken at most less than half an hour, the duration increases when the two lovebirds repeat the exercise unification activities there. The man seemed to be indifferent to the rejection of his wife, because he judged the rejection only from his mouth, not with his body language that can't lie that he can't dodge and stop every soft touch from him.
Now they both came out of the bathroom which had just turned into a hot room. Ara sat in front of the makeup mirror while accompanied by Zayn who stood behind her, helping her dry her hair with a hair dryer.
The woman's face looked gloomy with a pursed mouth. Especially if it wasn't for her husband. Although she did not deny that she also enjoyed the game, but she did not expect that her husband was a type of creature that was always dissatisfied, even though just last night his sacred object has succeeded in planting four times.
"Honey," Zayn said as he placed the hair dryer on the dresser.
Ara said nothing. No matter what it is, it will be considered a snack or whatever. He just wants to sleep well without being disturbed. That'sthat's all.
Zayn brought his face closer, their cheeks clinging to each other. Then at first glance the man stole a kiss on Ara's cheek.
"I'm tired, Mom." The woman moved her shoulders and immediately moved closer to the bed.
Zayn looked at him full of sense somehow. He saw the woman tidying the bed sheet and blanket on the bed, before his wife finally laid her body there.
A hint of regret slowly pervaded him. If he had not been reluctant to it earlier, maybe now Ara is not in this mode. The man sighed. He also stepped closer, and also lie down beside his wife who was lying on her back.
"Sorry" he said softly, also full of regret. Honestly, he began to fear that his wife would feel deterred and not want to be invited again in some time.
"I'm sorry." Again, the man spoke. His hands began to circle tightly around his wife's waist. Hugged him with warmth.
"Darling," Zayn shook Ara's shoulder slowly, his head gawking, looking at his wife's face that had apparently been closed.
"Sleep, Mas. Aren't you tired?" Finally Ara replied to her words, but with eyes still closed.
Hearing his wife return his words, the little smile curved back from the corner of Zayn's lips. Slowly the man also closed his eyes, resting himself who actually also felt tired mixed with pleasure.
Until the next day, Zayn accidentally woke up early before Ara woke up. Of course the man wants to prepare all the needs in the morning, such as preparing breakfast and also cleaning the house. Before his wife really woke up the entire order of the contents of the apartment was already looking neat. Breakfast is available at the dinner table, and warm water for his wife is also ready.
"Good morning, my wife" Zayn said, opening the curtain so that it reflected a bright light from behind the gap.
Ara just squirms. His eyes were still tightly closed, with a thick blanket covering his body to the extent of his chest.
Zayn's approaching. The man sat at his bedside watching his wife who was still reluctant to get up in the morning. Slowly his hands stretched out to tidy his wife's hair from her forehead, then then gave her a warm peck on her smooth forehead.
"I have prepared the warm water. Breakfast is ready too. Let's get up." whispered Zayn, as his hands began to misbehave again. Touching and also gently rubbing the ranum lips that have become the candlestick.
Uhhhmmmm......
Again the woman just squirms. His eyes were very hard to open, but he actually heard what Zayn had told him. The crumbling body that made Ara seem lazy to wake up.
"Hmm, yeah, that's it."
Instead of leaving, the man was lying next to Ara with his position hugging the positive.
"You what, Mas?" Ara was forced to make a sound, but her eyes were still closed.
"You just eat you." The man replied lightly.
"Don't start yet" said Ara, slightly shifting her distance.
"It's noon. Let's get up." Zayn dazzled the blanket that covered Ara's body.
"Magers!" sahut drowned.
"Here I carry. I'll help you to the bathroom." Zayn spoke with his position that was ready to carry his wife's body.
"Eh, no!" Ara's eyes opened wide. Of course he immediately did not feel good when he heard the word will help him to the bathroom. That hot last night made him shadow again.
Zayn smiled so brightly. He could see that his wife was not willing to be helped, so he let it go as soon as the woman had stepped into his bathroom.
After finishing her activities in the bathroom, Ara immediately put on makeup. When he realized that he was not carrying a change of clothes, he began to confuse himself.
"You want to wear my shirt?" Tawar Zay.
"Later from here we stop by the Mall. Buy your clothes, buy Ziyyan's souvenirs." Zayn gave his shirt to Ara, and the woman accepted it after she agreed with Zayn's proposal.
Shortly after that they went to the dinner table for breakfast which was actually over the clock. They had breakfast so voraciously interspersed with a conversation that Zayn would return to his project later that afternoon.
"You coming, huh?" Take Zayn. The man certainly really wanted to take Ara as well to the place where she is currently on duty. As a husband who wants to fulfill his obligations, bear all his living, also who certainly does not want to be separated from him and also Ziyyan.
"We take Ziyyan too. We live this household with the truth. You and Ziyyan are already my responsibility," Zayn exclaimed, making Ara think for a moment.
"All right" he answered later. After feeling that what her husband said was true.
"Thank you, dear," he said, gently rubbing the back of Ara's hand.
"Dear, baby" Ara's greeting made Zayn immediately laugh when he heard the name of his wife.
"Yet... Why laugh at it? Don't like my call?"
"OK.. okay..." The man tried to hold back his laughter. "What's wrong?" He asked after he could control his laughter.
"Dear mom has to promise me."
"Promise? What promise?"
"After I go with you there, it's only once a week." In that last sentence, Ara deliberately lowered her voice because she was still embarrassed.
The man frowned. Of course he knew exactly what his wife meant. But he didn't want to protest it. Just look later, who can't resist if the naughty touch is back cradled.
"Why is diem?" Apparently Ara was waiting for an answer from Zayn.
It was not that she would not serve her husband by giving him rations only once a week. But this time his body really feels crumpled and may need a short break in order to get back fit.
Drrr..... Drrr......
"Call from home." The man immediately answered the incoming call on his phone, feeling lucky not to have to answer or agree on a promise requested by his wife.
"Hallo's father's favorite," he said as soon as he found out who contacted him was Ziyyan.
"Yeshine...." The boy also greeted, complete with his distinctive smile.
"Ziyyan, your beautiful daughter." Ara also greeted.
The boy only smiled widely, waving his hand.
"Mother is sick again?" Ask instantly. Making Ara and Zayn look at each other, a sign that does not understand the purpose of the question.
"Mother allergies again?"
Instantly Ara's eyes rounded. He began to understand the intent of Ziyyan.
"It's all because of your father" he said, covering his neck, which was almost full of kissmark marks. And then the woman went back into the room, to polish her neck with foundation powder, perhaps helping to disguise the red mark.
Zayn who saw it just chuckled. Maybe next time he should avoid his favorite area so as not to make Ziyyan think his mother is allergic.
But, wait a minute....
Perhaps after this Ziyyan did not want to be invited to participate, because he considered his mother to have a contagious disease as he had said a while ago.
Aaa.... I don't know. Between having to be happy or sad it feels like Zayn can no longer imagine. It would be hypocritical if Zayn wanted time alone with his wife in immeasurable time. But he certainly felt sad if he had to leave his son just for the sake of his satisfaction.
"Ziyyan, after this your father came home. Wait for us, huh?"
"Good, Dad."
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