Ballad First Wife
Ryan is a chatty

Ryan ate the food I had at the table with great pleasure.

"Papa, we're the way, right?" ryan asked, which made me cough.

"Papa?!" many wonder.

"Yes. I don't want to call dad. I want to call you papa." great-grandson Ryan.

Salman smiled, "So donk. Papa has promised. Where the hell is Ryan going?"

I glanced at Brother Salman who was immediately replied with a blink of one eye made me immediately bowed with a thumping chest.

Why do you still like hanging when you see Salman. Didn't we already go through more than just a blink of an eye.

"You go to the fun fair" replied Ryan with a mouthful of food.

"Darling, don't talk while eating." I rebuked.

Ryan just nodded. The next second he finished his meal quickly.

"It's over. Can I talk to you, Nda?" babble Ryan cheerfully. "Ryan wants to go to the fun fair and ride all the rides that are there.Tomorrow Ryan will tell friends that Ryan can also have fun with papa Ryan."

Ryan's impassioned words cut my heart. I swallowed the food I chewed with great difficulty. Tightness in the chest made my throat seem to narrow.

The warm shade in my hand made me look to the side. Sis Salman smiled as she nodded in encouragement. He knows what I feel.

"Ok, after the magrib we will go to fun fair" said Brother Salman.

"Hurray!" ryan cheers, "Papa Salman is the best." He held his thumb. Then he moved out of his chair to hug Salman. "Thank you Pa." said Ryan happily.

"Only papa hugged?" my protest.

Ryan hugged me. "Love you mother." He kissed my cheek.

"Love you too." I'm happy to see Ryan's happiness and cheerfulness that has been lost long enough since my decision to part with Mas Andre

"Ryan to the room. Want to be ready to pray magrib" he said then ran away from us.

"Eh isn't magrib still a long time." I murmured.

"He was too happy to wait for Magrib to arrive. Let it. Don't spoil the mood" said Salman.

Me and Salman continued to eat.

"Thank you, Brother." I hugged Brother Salman when we were both in the room after we finished eating.

"The intention of donk said thank you. Cook just a hug."

I pulled my hand while pouting. "Yes if you don't want to accept a hug." I pretend to sulk.

"Eh, I want to." Brother Salman held my hand, "But it's better if the hug is plus" he said before finally linking his chewy and cold lips to mine. I closed my eyes to enjoy the game of lips Kak Salman who was initially soft but increasingly wild demanding while pushing slowly my body until I stuck to the side of the bed and fell sitting down. Brother Salman is still pushing me to my back and he immediately restrains me. His eyes were filled with a mist of passion. His hands are working.

"Sister.." I sighed as he grew fond of me.

"Just enjoy meank." whispered gently.

Our activities continued and when Salman was ready to score, we were surprised by a knock on the door.

tok tok tok tok

"Papa, already want magrib. The yuk mosque!" Ryan's voice shouted from outside.

Salman is in his position. I held back a smile looking at her surprised expression and was also curious as to what the answer was to Ryan's words.

" Isn't it still half an hour." she said. I shut my mouth so my laughter wouldn't come out.

"Yes dear. Just wait, papa's still your kerokin!" brother Salman shouted making my eyes break.

"Not really. I am indeed kerokin you, but not the outside, but the inside." he replied that immediately stomped his hips.

'Aww!!" I screamed in shock and then reflexively closed my mouth.

"Mother why?" yell Ryan. Apparently the boy was still standing in front of our room and heard my screams.

"Java!" brother Salman whispered as he continued his movement.

I catch my breath to normalize my voice.

"What's wrong Ryan. Papa Salman kerokinnya suddenly made mother keget." I replied who immediately got a response to a thin smile from Brother Salman.

"Oh. Ryan is waiting in front. Papa smashed his kerokin. Don't be long after the mother even catch a cold." shouted Ryan followed by the sound of feet dragged away from our front room.

Brother Salman chuckles. I hit her shoulder.

"Eh.dare to hit me. Feel your punishment." whispered Brother Salman then drowned his face in my neck. I moaned as I felt a puff on my neck. I held onto Brother Salman's body and we finally reached the top together.

"It's a beautiful afternoon" said Brother Salman, then kissed my forehead. " I took a shower first. Ryan's waiting for me."

I nodded because I wanted to rest. This day I don't know how many times I was made limp by my second husband. I pulled a blanket over my body. Long drowsiness began to attack and make me sleep.

"Wake up, and magrib will go to sleep." I heard the voice of Salman's sister wake me up and swallow my cheek. He even rubbed his cold hands as he finished bathing into my face. I squirmed and opened my eyes lazily.

"Wake, Ra!" brother Salman whispered, "Or do it again." Salman is getting ready to go to bed. I rolled my body to the side.

"Wake up, I'm up." I exclaimed and got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Samar I heard Salman's laughter. I make my breath worse because of the behavior of Brother Salman.

Ck basic nosy husband.

I then took the wudlu before flushing my body under the water from the shower.

I finished my bath and did not find Salman in my room. Still in a bath kimono, I came out while drying my hair in a towel.

Outside I saw two of my men sitting on a chair. Each of them is neat with sarong stelan and koko is also peci.

"Mother is healthy?" ryan asked as I approached.

"When is your mother sick?" polo reply.

"Hem!" dehem Salman is tough. I looked at him confused

"And it was dikerokin papa, it's because the mother is not feeling well, right? Kok even shampooed. Later enter the wind lo bun" said my little man who pretentiously advised.

glug

I swallowed with difficulty. My eyes glanced at your husband who even put on his ignorant smile making me tremble and resentful. My eyes bulged

Gara because sister.

Surprisingly, the man instead smiled sweetly with a sinless gaze.

"Mother drink some warm water there! Don't get sick. Cancel his streets later. I'm going to the mosque. Come on, Pa, we're leaving!" Ryan got up followed by Brother Salman who was still smiling while looking at me with a seductive look. He even raised his eyebrows.

Sucks. Watch out, I won't give you later.

I turned around to go back to my room when I heard Ryan's voice somehow become very chatty. "Mother, all drink the wind. Or warm ginger. Assalamualaikum. I'm leaving."

Oh gosh. Why the hell with that boy.

I stared at the backs of my two men until they were lost by the gate.

"This is the result of lying to a child." I muttered as I entered the room.