The Winged Angel

29. Panacea

This episode is adult again. They are now married. Below 21, do not read. Not going to understand. Although not vulgar but still straight. I only use purple prose. Let your imagination wander.

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Body squandering. A distended stomach. Cheeks turned into chubby. That's how I look in the next few months. Only wide clothes could fit on my body.

His head shook his eyes at himself in front of a large mirror in the room. Spreading the belly of pregnant clothes on my body that is still slim. Later maybe this wide shirt even looks small when my pregnancy gets bigger.

I'm still trying on those pregnant clothes I just bought from the mall this afternoon. Henry chose it for me. She was so enthusiastic about buying a lot of maternity clothes. It was as if his wife would be pregnant forever.

"Think what, anyway? Sleep, Yuk!"

Henry just came out of the toilet. Just wearing a boxer. The biceps muscles resembled torn bread as if they were deliberately exhibited to me. Make puffed eyes.

He stood behind me looking at my face in the mirror.

"Why is he sad? You should be happy." Both of Henry's arms hugged my waist. Put your chin on your shoulder. "Hmm?" His eyebrows clashed with me.

"Try you think things are more fun! Don't think sad!"

My husband is like a psychic. You know what I was thinking.

"What?" my many.

"Think who's his face like? Like me or you. Or the fusion of our faces," he said while stroking my flat stomach. "Imagine ..His little legs will run to and fro. You will be overwhelmed chasing. We'll be busy taking care of it."

My eyes glared at Henry's words. A cute toddler. His face looks like Henry. The house will be crowded by its behavior. That's .. so fun.

"From the thoughts that make you dizzy. Mending prepare a name for our child from now on" he suggested.

"Hum .. can be." I'm starting to get affected.

Henry's hands were actively moving. "This new dress from the mall. It should be washed before it is tried." he said.

The pregnant clothes on my body were pulled up until they came off. Remaining under wear attached.

"But we don't know what gender he is yet. How do you prepare a name?" many confused.

"Prepare many names. For boys there, for girls we also think of from now on. Let's not get confused anymore." My body turned towards him.

"I want a boy who looks like you" I said. "You got a name for a boy, Hen?"

"Hm ...." Henry just muttered.

His eyes started to differ. Jakun the man moved to stare intensely at my body. I just realized it.

"Ish .. I'm nanya." I pinched both cheeks of Henry's tomatoes.

"We're looking for a baby name reference, Non. You can search the internet." My hair is pulled back. He started sniffing the back of the ear.

"Oh, yes. Just take a hape," I said eagerly to take my salary on the nightstand.

"Where are you going, honey?" My waist is held.

"Take hape. Look at the internet."

"It will be possible." The more both of his hands clenched my body.

"Ah, I can't wait to see the good baby names."

"Later, Honey. Please come tomorrow!" Henry welding.

"Why?" I looked at him in wonder. Wasn't he the one who gave the advice.

Henry clutched my body. Closing his mouth to his ears.

"You forgot? You owe me a lot of nights."

A debt? My linked eyebrows don't understand.

"You mean?"

"Having been pregnant is still plain." Henry smiled meaningfully.

"Tonight I want to make love" he said again, carrying my body. "I've refrained from yesterday, Non. Don't tell your husband to be patient again. My patience is limited" he whispered.

I bit my lips. Chest thumped as if this was our first night. Henry laid my body down. Our eyes stared at each other with love.

"Kangen ... kangen really can enjoy the same night you again," he said while rubbing the tip of our nose.

"Ken .. I love you. Say you love me too, Ken!" look at it expectantly.

My hand gently rubbed the jaw that began to overgrow the fine hair.

"Thank you dear." The man's smile was sweet.

Her warm breath was getting closer. The smell of the man's mouth melted in my mouth. Sip each other feelingly. The cold in the room suddenly felt warm. He and I have become one. Let go of desire in the roar of love. The breath is hunting. Enjoying every strand of longing to fly to the high sky. Race with the night getting late.

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The handsome face beside me looked calm. His fine grunting now felt familiar. The lips smile in sleep. I've made him satisfied tonight. Love is a necessity for every couple.

The pieces of memory one by one returned to their place. Like the part of the back puzle neatly arranged in a frame. This room is full of memories of our time together. Spend sweet nights filled with love.

I remember the scent of lavender in this room. Remember that I'm the one who arranged all the interiors. Choose gold color combined silver for our room curtains. This heart-shaped wall paper pattern is also my choice.

My eyes turned to Henry's calm face. My fingers without command moved through the cheeks of the tomato. I remember ... how often he tried to flirt with me every time he wanted me. Usually it starts with small talk, then he starts nosy to ask jokes. After that there's just a way Henry makes our night end in lovemaking.

Oh, my God, I'm so lucky to have it.

Kriuuuk ... suddenly a sound came from my stomach.

Bizarrely. Why suddenly I imagined a plate of tek-tek noodles made by Mang Udin, who used to run in front of my home complex first. My mouth tasted while rubbing my stomach.

Above my head was a shadow of a cloud. There are savory fried tek-tek noodles with smoke still billowing. On it is sprinkled with chicken meat, mustard leaves and fried onions.

Hmm .. would be good. Liurku wants to taste.

I'm approaching Henry. Pecking his tomato cheeks. "Darling ...."

Henry squirmed for a moment. "Hmm." he muttered as he hugged until my face stuck to the muscular chest. "You want some more?" ask her with her eyes closed.

What the hell is that?

"I'm hungry?" My index finger is pressing Henry's navel.

"Hungry? What do you want to eat? I will make it later. Buk Min kasian if you wake up at night," he said with a hoarse voice, eyes still closed.

I actually feel sorry to see him so sleepy.

"I ... pingin Mang Udin's noodle tek-tek in front of my complex," I said as I gulped, feeling guilty.

Those narrow eyes instantly opened. Glancing towards the wall clock. He must have never thought it was two o'clock by now.

"You crave, Yang?" tanyakanya.

"Don't know. Suddenly I want to."

"Indeed at this hour that tek-tek noodle sales still exist?"

"Past .. I'm the same dad likes to buy the next night of the complex near the campground. Mang udin sales are indeed until dawn. You know, now" I doubt.

"OK, Honey. I'll call Beno to get there." Henry reached for his cell phone on the nightstand.

"But, Hen ...."

"Why?"

"I want to eat there."

Henry's mouth was immediately round looking at me. I grimaced while pointing at my stomach. Code if that's not what I want. But, want the orok. Hehe.

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Dew starts falling off the windshield. My body shivered slightly sitting hugging the body wrapped in a thick sweater. Henry looked focused on the road ahead.

At two o'clock we were determined to go out of the house to the housing complex that had once been my residence. Before she married Om Anwar. A place full of sweet memories with my dad.

I remember those moments. I often come home late at night because I have to be late at his office. In the middle of the night I woke up every time I heard the sound of my father's car entering the yard. As a favorite child always wants to welcome his arrival. Take the time to joke even if only for a moment.

Dad still treats me like a little girl when I'm in high school. He still wants to be with me before I go to bed. Sometimes when cool joking Mang Udin passing in front of our house. Around carrying his merchandise. If we happen to be hungry then we'll snack on midnight tek-tek noodles.

Mang Udin tek-tek noodles are cheap snacks. But I think it feels great amazing. A feeling that reminds me of being with my dad.

"May still sell his brother," murmured Henry while holding the steering wheel. One hand rubbed the top of my head.

"If there's no papa, Hen. I'll hold it," I said.

"If his brother is still selling. I bought the same wagon, honey. I'll triple."

I grimaced at Henry's words. The worry that would be disappointed is not me, but him.

I left the complex years ago. Maybe a lot has changed now.

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