Child From the Womb Contract.
The Part 183

The clock was almost five o'clock in the afternoon but Lancelot had not yet shown any signs of waking up, Hanifah slowly woke Lancelot by calling and shaking Lancelot's arm.

"Pa, wake up late." call Hanifah.

Once awakened there is no response twice still no response, up to five times Hanifah woke Lancelot also still no response. Hanifah did not lose her mind, she used her old ways in waking up her husband. Hanifah approached and kissed Lancelot's lips, softly, got a kiss from Hanifa Lancelot still pretending not to respond, because not in response by Lancelot, Hanifah kissed him, he said, but when Hanifa took off her kiss Lancelot instead hugged Hanifah tightly and Lancelot who kissed behind Hanifah's lips for a moment.

"Ih, papa." said Hanifah spoiled.

"Who told you to get seduced in papa, wake up like sleep, you have to take responsibility." Lancelot.

"Pa, it's already the afternoon of the rush time is now five, we pray first." take Hanifah to Lancelot.

"Well, we pray first it turns out we have two hours of sleep, mama seems to have been fresh since when did mama wake up?" lancelot asked Hanifa.

"So four o'clock I was up, because Ab, call." replied Hanifah.

"What An, cry or fuss how can An, mama's phone is using whose phone?" asked Lancelot who was still lying down and hugged Hanifa.

"Fussy really did not say mama, only if heard from her voice An, like not like because mama has not picked her up, An teloon mama used her oma phone because it was borrowed to An, like she did not like it, when Ima went to the toilet and maybe An saw my picture and the photo of him so the origin of the name is also the children." explained Hanifah "Let's take it off, we pray first and then we pick up An." pinta Hanifah.

"Have it been to the end of the afternoon we pray first." Lancelot let go of Hanifah's embrace and Lancelot got up, the two of them took turns in using the bathroom, after both finished taking ablution they both did congregational prayers like the previous days. After the Lancelot prayer ordered snacks for their friends to chat casually, the sheets that had been arranged very Beautiful now were chaotic like they had run out in the lunge of the tornado.

The two of them were sitting casually on the sofa in the room while enjoying the beautiful open sea out there, Lancelot as if not to be separated from Hanifah, in the tight embrace of Hanifah's body, and, who sat next to him.

"Now An again mgapain yes pa?" ask Hanifah.

"Yes, it's true, for more than four years today was the first time that Mama and An separated for a long time" Hanifah explained.

"Yes papa knows that, it turns out that having a wife is fun, let alone his wife like a mother, for a long time I have diabetes" Lancelot joked.

"What is diabetes?" ask Hanifah.

"Mama is too sweet, the time to wake up papa use ****** lip, if you have not entered the prayer time, the mother had papa invited, exercise again, sow the seeds of papa love to the mother, if you have not entered the prayer time, and soon also entered magrip time, later tonight it is certain I have to scramble with my own son, it turns out this is the pleasure of getting married after having children." said Lancelot.

"Why regret?" asked Hanifah who leaned her head on the chest of Lancelot's field.

"Yes, I'm sorry why not four years ago we got married" Lancelot said.

"That, again," grumbled Hanifah.

"After the magrib prayer and before going home, papa wants to sow the seeds again, let it grow and develop quickly" Lancelot said as he gently stroked Hanifah's stomach covered in his nightgown.

"Hopefully, and thank you papa for allowing papa's seed to grow in your mother's womb" said Hanifah happily.

While chatting casually, the hotel attendant came to deliver the food, Lancelot ordered two sets of dessert with pudding and ice cream. They immediately dine dessert while enjoying the beautiful view of the afternoon on the open sea, the room in by Lancelot facing the open sea, so that when relaxing in the room can make the brain fresher.

After the magrib prayer, the two of them returned to play the rhythm of the strings of romance pitched halal love. Both of them seem never tired or bored in playing it, the longer they play it they are more alive and enjoying. Both of them finally fell drooping after the sweat poured and the power was also drained.