Cah Ayu
3. Married Life's

Edgar gently stroked the head of the wife leaning on his shoulder.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

Edgar smiled, "Male or female is the same. As long as you and the baby are healthy."

"Then what about the name?"

"Did you forget? Just changing the name for my novel I'm still confused and now you're asking me for my opinion on the name?" kelakar Edgar's. He looked at his wife's face, "Give it to you. Do you have a shadow?"

"Eitherway. It's just, I want a thick Javanese name."

"What-like?" ask Edgar.

"Ehm, names like 'Jayu', 'Kirana', 'Bimo', or 'Jaka'."

Edgar nodded, "Good too."

"You agree?" ask Lieve.

"Why not?" Edgar asked.

"It's just matching, huh? Blaster kids have Ayu or Jaka's name?"

Edgar laughed, "Just match, unique."

They looked at each other and smiled.

The two compact glanced at the pregnancy test kit in Lieve's hand.

"Alright," Lieve sighed, "i'll test it now."

Edgar nodded.

"Whatever the outcome, promise me you won't be disappointed, Ed."

"No way, Lieverd," replied Edgar.

Then, his wife went into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Edgar waited on the bed with a thump. It is undeniable, a thread of hope will have the baby residing in the chest.

Lieve came out after five minutes.

Carry pregnancy test kit in the hand.

"We wait a few minutes for the results to come out" he said.

They sat side by side in bed. They both kept hope, but kept secret.

Slowly, a line came up.

Just one line.

"If only one line means negative" murmured Lieve.

Edgar pounding.

The atmosphere turned awkward and wordless.

"It's okay, Lieverd! We can keep trying!" Edgar comforts his wife.

"I don't expect too much either!" Lieve laughed - sounding forced.

Edgar kisses Lieve's cheeks.

"God wants us to spend some time together first. Isn't it fun every day to feel a date," he said whispering.

"You're right, Ed."

They look at each other. Edgar was able to catch the grief in his wife's eyes. Lara who he sniffed.

"Come here, Lieverd," Edgar pulled Lieve over the lap.

Then, the man kissed his wife's plum lips. Both of Edgar's palms cupped Lieve's tiny face. Their kisses are getting more intimate.

"Ik hou van je, Lieverd¹," whispered Edgar.

Lieve reciprocated her husband's love with a deeper message. His little body was now above Edgar.

Lieve's lips tasted every inch of Edgar's neck lustfully. Edgar's eyes closed, sometimes groaning because of the actions of his wife.

Without opening her husband's shirt, Lieve immediately went down and stripped Edgar of the jeans. Swiping Edgar's property from outside ****** *****.

Edgar's trunk had hardened when Lieve removed the black brief that her husband wore.

The woman then inserts Edgar's manhood into her feminine burrow. Mastering the game in the style of woman on top.

"Ehhmmh," Edgar hissed.

Lieve's slender hips move up and down pumping the kenikmata.

Lieve then hugged her husband.

Lieve dropped herself into bed. Covering the face with the palm of the hand.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" edgar asked to examine his wife's body. He swiftly covered the body with a blanket while stroking Lieve's back.

"You didn't hurt me. My physique is fine. But, my heart is not," he sobbed.

Edgar did not stop rubbing his wife, trying to calm her down.

"Do you know that I really expect a positive result" Lieve continued. "I think I'll be fine, whatever the outcome. But I was wrong! I'm not okay! I really hope I'm pregnant this time."

"We can try again, Lieverd," said Edgar, "it's not time yet."

"What if I have a problem? I can't get pregnant? You know, a woman's carrying a clock on her shoulder. The clock keeps reminding of their fertile days. I'm about 35, the alarm on my watch is gonna go off, Ed!"

"Don't blame yourself, Lieve .." argued Edgar.

"Who is to blame for all this? We've been trying for two years" Lieve cried.

The look on Edgar's face turned grim, "It's possible I'm to blame. Do you know the life I once lived? With a series of drugs that have been in my body for years."

Lieve stopped crying. She didn't mean to make her husband feel guilty. He immediately turned to face Edgar.

"Don't say that, Ed. Don't blame yourself for everything that ever happened to you!" He stroked Edgar's hair. Clutching her husband's body in the arms, "I'm sorry."

The two hugged each other. Sharing grief with each other through touch.

"What is destined to come for us will come in time. God knows best" said Edgar, looking at his wife's brownish bead, "and if we were just the two of us, that would be best, Lieverd."

The woman nodded and wiped her tears. Hugged Edgar's warm body. How much he wants to have the fruit of love that inherits the good qualities of the husband. In his heart he prayed, hopefully it will happen.

...***...

Edgar sat tensely in front of the laptop.

He is experiencing writer's block, his efforts to explore the path of Sofi's mind hit a dead end.

As he was frowning, his wife went into the study and placed chamomile tea on the side of the table.

"Dank je², Lieve," Edgar smiled.

"drink. This helps you to be more calm. I've noticed your sleep has been restless lately, too. Is something bothering you?"

"I'm in a deadlock. Can I ask you a question?" ask Edgar.

"What?" Lieve propped up both hands, turned her back to the table and faced her husband.

"Why did you get interested in me first?"

Lieve widened her eyes and laughed, "Does this have anything to do with your novel, huh?"

"Come on, Lieverd. I want to hear your answer" woo Edgar.

After thinking for a moment, Lieve reviewed the smile.

"Actually, before we met, uhm, before we even met, you came into my dream."

Edgar's face turned enthusiastic, "How come? What kind of dream? My figure is like this?" bertubi's biscuits.

Wife nodded.

"I don't know either. We don't know each other. Maybe the dream was sent by God. Although his dream was a little ..." he stopped, his face blushed.

"Little what?" Edgar curious.

"Ah come on," Lieve tried to dodge. He's inching away.

Edgar hurriedly pulled Lieve's arm and held her back, "Come on, little what?"

His wife's face blushed.

"It's embarrassing" Lieve murmured.

"I'm your husband, you still feel ashamed of me?" edgar Protest.

Lieve berkehem's.

"Well, I'll tell you," he pulled Edgar's collar sitting down. "Or rather, I show you what the dream is like" he whispered.

Edgar understood his wife's intentions. He smiled mischievously and obeyed. A hot and passionate night is about to begin.

...To be continue...

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¹ Ik hou van je : I love you (in Dutch)

² Dank je : thanks (in Dutch)

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