UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 156's

“I'd rather be me of my own volition. Not being me but being confined to the will of others.”

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Eight months have passed. Steve's son was finally able to crawl and sit down. The child is not fussy, rarely cries and he is always cheerful.

Except when hungry he is a bit chatty when asking for his food. That's all that made her cry. The rest, he never fusses. As before, Iqbal was a good boy. Steve loved his son even more, because he was too adorable.

At least, what Steve thought of a child who would be troublesome did not materialize. Now he can sleep peacefully. And uniquely, Steve always woke up at two in the morning when hungry, and it was followed by his son who often cried shortly after he woke up.

Dinda had started getting used to waking up at that hour. In addition to her husband wants to ask to be made to eat, Dinda also gives the little one intake. Not tired, just fun. And it doesn't feel like if Iqbal is over a year old, then they will move to Shanghai. Oh, Dinda doesn't mind this, just sad to leave her sister and mother.

“Iqbal is asleep?” ask Steve to Dinda.

His wife was swinging her son in a basket-shaped swing. And indeed the little one sleeps separately in his room— which is next to the room Steve and Dinda.

Dinda nodded slowly as her husband asked.

Steve approached Dinda, then whispered softly in her ear. “It should be our night,” flowed with coding words.

Dinda understood what her husband meant. “Let Iqbal sleep rather soundly. She'll wake up if I go.”

Steve bit Dinda's ears. He could no longer bear to not fondle his wife.

“Can your little one not disturb Father and Mother penetration tonight.”

“I know. But he just slept!”

“But I can't hold it.”

Steve's patience is at the top. His face was flushed and could no longer hold himself back.

“Sayang. What are you doing!”

Steve suddenly carried Dinda. Then take her out of the little guy's room.

“Sstttt.... You haven't given me a significant service in a long time. I can't help it anymore tonight,” said Steve whispering softly.

Dinda's hands were around Steve's neck. Her husband's sweet breath was very tempting.

“What if Iqbal wake up?”

“We take care of that later. Most importantly, your current husband,” reply Steve urged.

Dinda clumsily fell silent. She did not argue, after all her husband had held back long enough.

Steve took her to their room. That night at almost ten in the evening, Stevie just came out of the kitchen because she wanted to take a drink.

When he saw Dinda and Steve holding each other, Stevie suddenly coughed. Not hard, just a choking cough of water. The two did not hear, only he himself enjoyed the sound of his cough.

“Sials. They showed off the intimacy in front of me!” aspers Stevie gawks.

But it doesn't change that he's choking. “It turns out I'll get another nephew!”

....

Steve lowered Dinda's immutable body plan after giving birth on the bed. He remained lean, and his wife had a knack for body sexiness.

Steve was in a hurry to open the white shirt he was wearing. His passion cannot be held back.

Dinda is getting bigger. It has been a long time not doing things related to husband and wife like this since conceiving your little one.

The heartbeat tightened, his breathing began to hunt in panic.

Steve, start the game. He's poking Dinda's lips. Scooped it up, and did not let his wife wriggle.

Dinda was just clumsy, holding her breath.

While poking Dinda's sweet lips, Steve led Dinda to open the entire cover. As a wife, Dinda could only hold back and did not dare to refuse.

“But darling. I'm not ready to be pregnant again!” said Dinda. After Steve stopped at kissing his wife's lips.

Steve smiled, he knew this too. “I also do not want to rush to make a second child. One is enough,” reply Steve with a smile sumringah.

Then he continued his action.

Yep. At least my husband can understand it.

•••••

After doing these ridiculous husband and wife things. They only sleep for a few hours. Because suddenly Dinda remembered his habit of waking up at two. And one thing Dinda remembered that had welcomed the eyes wide open, that is, the little baby had awakened. Although quite heavy, Dinda forced her eyes open.

“Sayang. It's two o'clock now?” ask Steve. He stretched all over his body, one hand touching the bed. “Honey!” Dinda was shocked. Steve wasn't in the room.

Dinda looked at the clock on the table, where it showed two hours and three minutes.

Dinda grabbed her nightgown. Indeed after doing such things, they did not wear clothes directly. But fall asleep right away.

“Oh. Is my Iqbal awake?”

Dinda hunts, she wants to get to her son's room. “Usually Iqbal in times like this is crying. Why not now.”

When he arrived at the door of his room, because it was the distance of Iqbal's room and Dinda's room was several meters away. The door to the room is wide open.

“Loh. Why is the door open like this.”

Dinda looked around her son's room, not even in his son's sleeping basket. But from below, Dinda heard the sound of a skillet falling. That sound is pretty loud.

“Honey!” screech Dinda when she finds Steve in the kitchen. “Oh thank goodness!”

Dinda took a deep breath, her husband was in the kitchen cooking. While his next hand was holding his son.

When he saw Dinda, Iqbal was in his father's arms. Dropped the baby's pacifier, then cried for Dinda's take. The boy had already poked his mother.

“Sayang mama here.”

Dinda took her son from his arms, while Steve continued his simple cooking.

“You were looking tired. That's why I carried and brought Iqbal to the kitchen. Accompanying his father in cooking. Yes Dear,” said Steve to Dinda—also to the little boy. Yet one of his hands pinched the child's soft cheeks.

“You should have built me. I can cook it for you. No need to point at me like this.”

Dinda felt a bit guilty if Steve continued not to bother himself like before. Steve kissed Dinda's forehead, he understood his wife's tiredness.

“Not a problem. Although this is my first time cooking instant noodles. The important thing is that my wife knows that I am a reliable husband.”

“Gombal.”

Dinda nodded, followed by an amused chuckle. “Noodles only, the water is full of pans.”

Steve glanced at the pot in question, and damn it. Steve doesn't know how to cook noodles. Really, for his son's sake. He didn't understand, and this was the first time he'd touched a kitchen appliance in his entire life.

“I know how much water to use to cook noodles. Because, back in college, Zico or Stevie's sister cooked it for me. Honest.”

“Lying...”.

“Oath. Your husband is not lying.”

Dinda chuckled again. Her husband is very innocent about kitchen problems. “Iya deh, I believe.”

Dinda accompanies Steve to cook in the kitchen, holding her son. But it's not fair that she only sees her husband. While he did nothing.

“Galong Iqbal. Let me cook this noodle. You won't know later.”

Steve raised both eyebrows. He can do it, but what can. Dinda was so scared that she messed up in the kitchen. Inevitably, Steve took Iqbal and carried him.

“Lucky we Nak have an understanding mother,” whispered Steve to his son. Dinda heard the whisper, chuckling— felt good to praise.

“Just you have to be big fast. I do not want if you continue to suckle in Mother's pudding. I'm not willing to have to share Dad's stuff with you, son. You should know, only Dad can have it. You can not follow have pudding Mother.”

Dinda shakes. “She's a child. Wherever possible Iqbal will understand the words of his father,” said Dinda.

“Who cares. He's my son. He should know what his father wants.”

“Ya. Up.”

This little baby does not want to sleep when it wakes up like this. Because Steve already gave him the pacifier, so Iqbal didn't whine.

“Come. Noodles are cooked.”

As always, Steve likes to eat in the room. He wants to eat if he sees his son eating.

They're heading to the room upstairs. Steve holds his son, while Dinda brings noodles and drinks for him.

Dinda gave her son a meal on the bed, while Steve ate his noodles.

“Honey,” whine Dinda from bed. His sleep was slightly slanted, staring at Steve eating at his desk. “Sorry that I didn't cook much today. Stevie spent it all. I feel guilty seeing my husband only eat instant noodles tonight.”

Steve snorted, followed by a rather carefree smile. “Although only instant noodles are served by my wife. But it tastes delicious, almost matches any food.”

Dinda. Steve never bothered himself. There he was very understanding of Dinda's situation.

After Steve ate, he was lying next to Dinda. Iqbal was in the middle, nursing his mother.

“I don't want my wife to be in trouble. I know it must be hard to take care of my husband and children at the same time. It's enough my wife feels tired, I don't dare trouble her anymore.”

Steve gently rubbed Dinda's cheeks, it felt happy that it had not gone away every time he saw his wife's face.

“Thank you for understanding.”

Steve nodded. His naughty hands could not stand still disturbing his nursing son.

“Honey,” this time Dinda whines again . Steve raised his eyes, answering with body language. “Every time I notice Iqbal. Looks like I feel like our son really looked like you as a kid.”

“Really?” ask Steve to make sure. “In what way?”

Dinda nodded slowly. Maybe Steve didn't realize it. But Dinda understood it enough.

“Everything looks like you. From her beautiful eyes, her nose was as pointy as yours. Her lips are thin, and she's not fussy. I feel like our Iqbal did take everything from you.”

Steve smiled with arrogance. Dinda did not know that all the products made from Steve's seeds should be similar to him. And it was a success, even little Iqbal's face took only a little bit of his mother's face, almost entirely Steve-like.

“I told you. My son should be similar to his father. Although there is a resemblance to the Mother, I make sure only ten percent.”

“Show?”

“Should look like his father.”

“Yes, yes, yes. The arrogant husband has already started showing off.”

Who cares.

“You are the luckiest woman to get a husband as handsome as Steve. Especially getting a son from him. When else do you get a blessing from the sky like this.”

Steve tries to acknowledge his narcissistic side. But Dinda responded cynically, she did not expect so.

“At least. I hope my son will not be as arrogant as his father.”

Steve grunts. “If haughty, Mother of this child can fall in love with her Father. Enough to prove that Iqbal's father can not be forgotten his charm. Allow!”

“Jingan!” timpal Dinda's.

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Stevie looked at Iqbal's little face. I swear, Stevie wants to admit that this little baby is really charming. She felt jealous of Dinda for having this handsome son.

As usual, Stevie always carries her little one every morning. The father of the little baby had left for work, while his mother was taking a bath. Ah, I'm worried Stevie thinks this kid. There's no sense in him pinching and kissing her cheeks.

The breaths of young children are very fragrant, and Stevie feels relaxed every time she inhales the scent of this little child's breath.

“Tante can't be separated from you. Aunty is addicted to seeing your face baby,” Stevie told Iqbal.

Every time Stevie was funny in front of this kid, she would laugh out loud.

If I get married, my son will be as handsome as Iqbal. Or am I going to be a spinster. Oh, for real, I can't imagine having to marry that guy.

As long as this baby was present, Stevie avoided the elders who forced her into marriage.

And everyday Stevie just plays with the little guy, he doesn't dare to go out. If it gets out, don't know. Will he later meet the men of prospective husbands who are betrothed to the Papa.

Stevie is currently not willing to risk getting married at such a young age. Her career is still bright, she still wants to keep a career instead of being a housewife.

“Oh. Iqbal. Aunt confused. Whether the aunt should marry the man or not. Please, give Auntie some enlightenment. Should Aunt get married? Or Aunty should survive being an old woman?”

It would be foolish to ask a child. Instead of giving advice, Iqbal just laughed at Stevie who was compassionate in front of him. Not the solution he expected.

“Do you laugh at Auntie? Really you're teasing Auntie like.”

Stevie realized. He has been sensitive lately.

“Akhs. This little boy lately likes to tease Aunty. Hiks.”

TO BE CONTINUE