Baby Genius The Pilot
QUESTION MY GENIUS SON

Wrestling overnight, making Mila feel linu, crumpled and early morning, Mila felt open the window edge of the balcony of the main room, a little curtain looming Mila open. Even now Mila feels the wind this morning, making Mila feel plong, when one life of her has returned.

Seers.

A firm hand amazed Mila, when Kenan was in the arms behind her body. Where Kenan peeps repeatedly into the neckline that may be liked by legitimate men, even his hands are tightly coiled around his thin waist that is small and filled.

"Hope, are you awake?"

"Why did you get up so early this morning?" ask Kenan.

"Come on, I woke up. Want to sleep again soon at dawn, right? It is said that when you wake up in the morning. Abstinence from sleeping again, isn't that why I can't sleep anymore?"

"True. I'll go with you, 'cause tomorrow night, I have to work. Oho! If I were rich, I wouldn't have to bother, would I?"

"No! Rich people are busy with a lot of business, is there just enough bed life, keep your wife and children alive?" Mila looked at Kenan, faced each other with her waking face, full of smiles of happiness.

Tighter, they breathe air, where Mila steps a little sore, Mila is not good in bed affairs, but as a wife she is afraid if her life is monotonous, will invite men to fantasize looking for satisfaction outside.

"Please, if I age. Wrinkling is not pretty, and not as young as it is today. Are you going to look for a young one, prettier than me and more.."

"Shh .. I pray that I never hurt you. I try to keep everything I have is a gift, if I am destined to trouble you, to hurt you. I wish God would uproot me Mila, and I want to give you the best, there is and nothing I don't want you to have trouble later."

Mila hugged Kenan tightly, for some reason when Kenan spoke like this, making Mila afraid. If her husband and her, Kenan will go first.

'Ah! This crazy concoction, let's end Kenan. I don't want to think about that scary remark Mila grumbled, making Kenan smile.

"Then, think and always instill trust, and think your husband will never hurt you. The proverb also says, the aura of bad thoughts will have an effect on reality, because there are energy things clashing, so think happy and our future in the future dear!"

Heums.

Mila nodded, where their warm embrace, as if shifting legs like a dance, made a few seconds two hearts fused, to promise each other a better life.

Unknowingly, the longer Mila's chin was lifted, even Kenan did not bear the responsibility of raising his wife's foot, until tightly standing firmly Kenan, when the foot next to Mila again was drawn tight at Kenan's waist, so that Kenan, picking up Kenan's hair finely, when a sense of taste intertwined, a curtain closed automatically, when Kenan brought Mila in.

Cup.

The warmth of the hug was legitimate, making Kenan feel like a man who no longer held back desire, it made Mila smile inquiring before the scene started.

"Why do you want to keep going?"

"You ask..?"

Hahaha, just as Mila remembered a talk show, with a strange tone, asked.

"Why laugh?" confused Kenan, when he asked, but Mila was already widened.

"It's okay, I'm surprised, are we going to do it again?"

"Basar bar woman, can usually the husband wants. You always delay, make a man's desire quenched, a myriad of questions that are certain, I will not hold back, if I hold it for sure I will have a urinary disease, or the like."

"Really .. Isn't that because it's holding pepsi? I rarely drink either."

Look at Mila, making Kenan really crazy. Mila bar bar chatty girl was starting to return to her attitude that never changed, deserve Kenan often change partners and play silent Mila who does not know, if Kenan used to be a big class playboy, Kenan, but still only Mila who was in his heart stuck deep and almost crazy looking for his existence because of breaking up without a word.

Hup.

Eum, Mila began to shift a hand that began to merge, whether that's what.

"Don't talk weird anymore, so just enjoy!" whispered Kenan, so that they bring together the beauty, the need for biological love.

The blazing morning began to radiate, they could usually fall back asleep, this was the first time Mila returned to sleep, since that blind morning. Making Mila dizzy, when crushed all over her body, polosan only with a blanket cover only.

Geck. Geck.

"Mother .. Mother .."

"Dad .. Dad .."

Mila regained her senses, winking both eyes at the familiar voice.

"Mother .. Dad, open the door! Why in the lock?" his yell.

It made Mila turn towards the door, when the sound of door banging was louder, and Kenan's reflex that time opened her eyes because of shock of course.

"I-iya dear. Wait a minute." cried nervously Mila sat down, covered her half body blanket, or her life had not been collected all.

"God, I forgot my son. Sorry baby, let's get your clothes on. I took a shower." kissed Kenan, got up throwing blankets at anything, until the polosan went to the bathroom in a hurry.

Haish.

'Because of the man, who caused the tantrum, I was too tired to forget my two children. If only the door was not locked, what would be the next fate of children to see both parents plain an.' grumbling Mila, lightning his hands like angels, tidying the bed, tidying the bed, and, carrying a blanket to the laundry bed and wearing pajamas, curling his alakadar hair.

Ceklegs.

"I'm sorry dear mother, mother will prepare breakfast. Come with me to the kitchen!"

Mila's smile, making Kanya and Bima tail while whispering whispered. When Mila washes her face in the sink, and covers the mask to make breakfast.

Crackling.

Washing cut vegetables, while the two children smeared jam on bread.

"Mother, can Bima ask?"

"Eum, ask me what, baby?"

"Why mother lock the door to her room, then why long anyway open the door. Kan Bima and sister so wait a long time." sad look, made Mila failed to focus on answering.

Gleuked.

Em .. That's.

Silently Mila, thought of the right answer to answer.

TBC.