
...This was once my son's dream. However, now this has also become my new habit that I like the most among us....
...~Humaira Khema Shireen's...
...🌴🌴🌴...
Syakir's face was really unfriendly. The man continued to pursed his lips in annoyance. Not upset about the presence of his son. However, he was sure if his sister was deliberately to disrupt his activities that want to make out with his wife.
"Dad! " Call Jay who is sitting on the sofa in his mother's room.
The boy was watching his favorite television. Activities like this are activities that are commonly done by Jay when at home.
"Hmm? " Sahut Syakir who is sleeping on the bed.
The man had no spirit anymore. His head hurt when he had to try to dampen his desire that had almost exploded. His own also began to tense up until finally he had to try to throw away his dirty thoughts when there was his son here.
Honestly, his head hurts. Yes holding back such a thing makes his head dizzy. However, whatever happens is also because there is a child there. He can't be selfish with Jay.
He couldn't scold the boy either. It was not his son's fault. He also had no idea what his father and mother would do.
As for Humai, the girl felt bad. However she knew her husband's expression was in a lot of pain. He can't do anything either because his son is here.
"Dad come here! " Take Jay with a bang.
Syakir did not answer. However, he also could not resist the wishes of his son. Slowly he began to lift his body. But before that, he looked down. He stared at his true state whether he had fallen asleep soundly or not.
"Thankfully he slept. Ah my head really hurts, " Shakir murmured in silence.
Lazily, Syakir began to step his feet towards his wife and child. His face made Humai feel more guilty.
Syakir slowly sat down beside his wife. He hugged Humai from behind and placed his head on Humai's shoulders. Syakir's face was lethargic and Humai himself knew what the man really wanted.
Although the two used to do because they were trapped and Humai was unconscious. She knew her husband meant this way.
"Daddy sick? " Tanya Jay moved from her seat.
The boy walked towards his father who was spoiled to his mother.
"Mother, "Call Jay when Syakir doesn't answer.
"Father is just tired, son, " replied Humai slowly.
"Dad if tired, just sleep. Let me be with Jay here, "Said the boy innocently.
Spontaneous syakir increasingly inserted his face around the neck of the wife.
"Yes, isn't it, Mom? "
"Yes, " Humai said with a nod.
"But I want to sleep with you, "Bisik Syakir in Humai's ear that makes the girl goosebumps.
Honestly, Humai's feelings are not bad. He has trouble swallowing his own saliva. The spoiled Shakir's behavior is really starting to show. However, not a hassle. Humai was happy.
She knew how her husband behaved when she was pregnant. She also knew how her husband was when it was spoiled with her. Understandably, they were never like this.
Don't spoil. Close to Syakir alone, Humai never felt it.
"But, Mum. Jay wants to watch this first, "Jay said with a changed face.
"It's time for Jay to take a nap, honey. Later that night I'm gonna take Jay away. Yeah, right, Dad? "
Syakir spontaneously nodded his head. At least the duplicate little boy was sleeping so he could disturb his wife.
Jay who heard the word go spontaneously nodded. "Buy ice cream tonight huh? "
"OK but on condition, Jay has to take a nap first. Okay well? "
"OK."
Syakir's face immediately changed sumringah. They finally walked to the bed. Slowly, Jay began crawling near his mother. He hugged Humai tightly and forced Syakir to sleep next to his son.
Humaira just smiled. Her one hand she made rubbed her son's back and the other hand she made to wipe his head.
"Jay if you sleep tight, honey? " Sayakir said in his quiet voice.
Humai's head nodded slowly in response. His son is like Humai. Smelling a lot of bolsters easily he fell asleep.
"Why ask that? " Task Humai slowly.
"I want to sleep on your heels, " said Syakir who shifted his body and hugged his son affectionately.
He's somehow. Syakir kept his son first. He loved Jay very much. Even what his son asked for, Syakir was willing to do anything.
No one can take the place of his first child. She even wanted to devote a great deal of affection to Jay. He thinks their fight used to make Jay the main victim here. Therefore, Syakir wants his son to be happy now. He would do anything to keep Jay from feeling alone and different again.
Before long, what his wife said was true. Jay's breathing is so regular. It was indeed a sign that his son had slept peacefully.
Syakir's eyes also switched. He looked at his wife who he had been since. And sure enough, there Humaira was sleeping peacefully. His breath was so up and down regularly.
The woman's eyes closed slowly. It seems like the tiredness of their event this morning made Humai unconsciously fall asleep. That made the sleepless Syakir spontaneously smile.
There was no anger in him. He knew his wife must be tired. He also laughed at his own attitude. However, it is only natural. He's not young anymore. He also has a strong desire to re-experience the pleasures of the world.
However, the pleasure was knocked out when he saw the faces of Jay and Humai who were sleeping quietly. He thinks he can still hold everything back instead of having to disturb his wife's sleep.
"It turns out that being among you is the highest happiness, "Syakir murmured quietly.
The man slowly pulled the blanket over to cover his third body. However, before that he lowered the temperature of the AC to be cooler than before.
"Sleep first, honey. But tonight, I will not allow you to sleep, "Sayakir said with a slanted smile.
The man immediately laid his body down comfortably. He hugged his wife and son tightly. Syakir is really happy to be in his present condition.
Finally after a long time just a shadow, just a dream flower. Now he can feel the real hug both of them and one bed with them in a halal bond.
"I will try to make you both happy. Whatever it is I promise I won't let God and you guys down again. "
~Connected
Bang Syakir fashion fierce nahan-nahan but see the child auto gutsiut. This is a real world experience haha.