Breaking the Promise
Eight months later

Eight months later ....

Malik is lying on the sofa room and his head is asleep on the thigh of his wife, whereas Angel is still seriously reading a book entitled “Lapat the golden age of children without anxiety”.

Time, it will be late afternoon and still far ahead of Maghrib. Usually this time is valuable for this couple, because baby twins are still asleep enjoying a nap in their room and Malik is still lecherous after cleaning himself after returning from the office.

“Bee, very serious anyway,” said Malik while tilting his body and head sank in the stomach of the wife.

Angel rubbed the husband's hair gently with one more hand, still holding the book.

Malik is really spoiled. It's always like this, after the office. Swinging spoiled on the shoulder of the wife, if the wife is standing or falling asleep briefly in the lap of Angel, when found the wife is sitting on this sofa, until the sound of adhan maghrib.

Malik never came home late. If the work piles up, he will bring his work home and continue the work while looking at his son and wife in this room. He does not want to be like himself who grew up without the presence of the figure of both parents are intact, because since childhood, Malik's father was busy working and the mother was pursuing a career in the hospital.

“Bee,” call Malik spoiled by still wrapping his hands around Angel's waist and immersing his face in the wife's stomach that is getting flat because Angel diligently exercising.

“What?” angel's head lowered, fixed his gaze on the husband as his hands continued to gently stroke Malik's curly and very short hair.

“I don't like it in cuekin.”

“Who nyuekin you.”

“Reads ease.” Malik tries to grab the book Angel is holding and closes it.

“What the hell, Brother. You are more spoiled,” Goda Angel while smiling sweetly.

“Biarin.”

Angel laughed and put the book down. “Eat first yuk! From last time until, you have not eaten.”

Malik fell back on his back and looked at the beautiful face of the wife who looked down and looked at her face. Malik's hand was raised to stroke his wife's delicate cheek.

“Eat you first yes, Bee.”

Angel smiled and pressed the tip of Malik's nose. “Actuation.”

Malik laughed and quickly passed both drape straps stuck on Angel's shoulders. Then, emblazoned with two twin hills that still look solid, although a little natural hanging beautiful. Then, Malik advanced his face and immersed himself in the two hills. He greedily took a sip of that part, just like Adam and Eve, when he was on his mother's lap.

“No ASI already?” malik asked as his mouth paused the activity.

“Yes, it seems to have dried up, because you went to France last month. My ASI is almost gone and now it is really non-existent,” replied Angel Iirih.

Malik had officially moved to Jakarta six months ago. He held full textile business owned by his father's family, which is headquartered in this city, although the factory is located outside the area.

Malik took his small family to move and entrusted the office in Jogja to Joni. Although Koni was serene and never committed seriously in love affairs, but the work of the man was quite trustworthy and reliable.

One month ago, Angel was forced to die Adam and Eve to accompany her husband who tried to offer his products to someone he knew there, on the recommendation of David, his boss first. Malik and Angel were in the country long enough, until ASI Angel receded and almost dried up. In the end, their efforts were not in vain and the negotiations were able to restore the textile factory owned by Malik's father who was almost in crisis.

“Hmm .. It is fitting that I see formula milk in their room,” Malik said with his hands still actively playing the chewy object.

“Sorry, yes. Sis. I've tried but kept dry,” said Angel sadly.

They both focused their eyes on Angel's chewy object.

“It's okay, Bee. Importantly, they already have exclusive ASI. I was never even in love with Mama, because mama was busy. Though mama is a doctor and knows the importance of getting ASI.”

Angel laughing. “Pillage is now shaking very much with his wife's milk.”

Malik laughed. “Truly, you're so pinter, Bee.” He pulled the nose of his wife. “Gemes deh.”

Then, Malik forced Angel's body to lie on the sofa. “Sick mana, same first time I entered you.”

“Ish, pervert!” Angel rubbed her husband's face rough.

Both are laughing.

Then, Malik slowly undressed the clothes wrapped in Angel's body and his own body. They began to struggle before Adam and Eve were awake and before the adhan maghrib reverberated.

Angel now leads the battle more often. He always volunteered to be in this position at the time of unification. With shrewdness, he did not make the husband feel unmatched pleasure and always want to continue to enjoy his body without getting bored, because there is always a new style that Angel practices to satisfy the husband. Who else is the master, if not Farah. The two young women were always intensely met and Angel often get new knowledge from obstetricians and gynecologists after their meeting.

“Bee, you are getting better,” said Malik turned his face to the wife who was in the missionary position.

Angel smiling. “Like?”

“Banget. Continue, Bee.”

Angel smiled back. She was happy to make her husband happy. If Malik, don't ask? The man was increasingly perverted and never absent to touch his wife, despite having to steal time between the bed time of his daughter's son.

“Eum ..” Angel moaned, biting her lower lip and turned her head up, as she felt her first release.

Malik smiled looking at the sexy expression that emerged from the wife's face. He again stroked Angel's pretty face. “You are beautiful, Bee.”

Angel looked down and smiled at her husband.

Then Malik changed position. They re-enchanted the pleasure together, until both of them drowned after almost an hour of fighting in the sweat.

Malik hugged the wife's body after performing the obligation. They still embrace in an innocent state, because moments like this are also times where the two can hold each other lightly and exchange ideas after their bodies are relaxed after making love.

“Kak, next month Adam and Eve even one year old,” said Angel as her fingers twirled on Malik's chest that was plain and slightly hairy thin.

“Oh, yes? Geez, I almost forgot.” Malik rubbed his head. “Continue, are you ready to celebrate for them?”

Angel slightly got up and supported one hand to keep facing Malik without distance and slightly overstretched the husband's chest.

Angel shakes. “Not yet.I'm just waiting for your plan.”

Malik smiled and tucked Angel's hair behind his ear. “No need to wait for me, Bee. I leave all the home and children's affairs to you.”

“But I still want to say my plan first. After you agree, I just directly executed.”

Malik again smiled widely until his neat teeth were seen. “I agree, when is the show?”

“Date 22 October.”

“It seems, that date fell on the red date.”

Angel looked at the phone that Malik was holding. “Oh yes, fitting dong.”

“Yes, do what you want, Bee.” Malik gently rubbed his wife's hair and pecked her head repeatedly.

“Thank you, Darling.” Angel hugged the body of her husband.

“Kalo no want new call dear,” ledek Malik.

“Hmm .. so,” whine Angel.

“Iya, know.” Malik laughed and took back Angel's head to hug and kiss her.