Dear Husband
My cow

Fernando looked at the calm face of Sofia who was sound asleep in his arms. Look at it. Yeah, this is enough for him. Clutching the woman he had missed for the past two months, stroking the belly where the baby was staying and staring at the face of the mother without fear of loss.

Rafa's movement is strong enough to change his sleeping position from supine to a comfortable sleep hugging the bolts that docked to the wall of the room disturbing Sofia's sleep. Yes, the room was designed so by the in-laws. The beautiful doctor opened his eyes. Suddenly he was silent when he realized a burly arm had hugged his waist complete with legs that locked his thigh so he could not get up. Do not forget the blue ocean netra that looks at him somehow with what meaning. Sofia lowered her face. A wrong move that had made him wrench in the heart. How not? he avoided being in contact with Fernando, but was instead treated to a sight that made it difficult for him to swallow his own saliva. How not, his brown iris directly saturates with the chest of the field with a sickpack stomach that he misses so much.

"Can you let me go? i. .I want to go to the bathroom." she said stammered. Instead of letting go, Nando tightened his embrace.

"I don't want to!" firm Nando flat. I don't want Sofia to look at her husband.

"Then what do you want?" Fernando was silent for a moment, trying to think quickly to keep his love doctor at his side.

"I'm your husband. Ask for it correctly. You're not being polite at all." Nando grumbled without turning his eagle's gaze away. Frankly Sofia's heart raced fast because of it. That longing was hard for him to hide. The fire of love even glowed like volcanic lava that would erupt.

"A. I've asked for it correctly." Misbehavior and stuttering are Sofia's fundamental weaknesses. Just by hearing his voice Fernando so know if his wife is being misbehaved. A moment he didn't want to miss.

"really? all I hear is that you're acting disrespectful to your husband. Where is the teaching of the mother who told you to be devoted to the husband? don't you want me to remind you one more time." Fernando moved slowly closer his head, but the man of European blood had to swallow his disappointment because Sofia's fingers had already closed his lips.

"Don't try to find opportunities in the narrowness of young master Hutama. I'm silent doesn't mean I forgive or accept you back. Didn't I tell you from the beginning that I didn't want to be in a duakan?" hiss Sofia with a cold face. Nando moved his face away, taking off his embrace on Sofia's body, as well as her leg sack. Sofia immediately sat down followed by Nando.

"You don't even want to say my name Sofia. I never expected you. There will be no infidelity or separation in our household. That's my promise." insisted the young master with a serious expression. Unfortunately Sofia did not comment on his words. The woman chose to get out of her bed immediately, take a shower.

Before long the beautiful young woman came out with a home negligee patterned flowers limited to the knee that displays her legs. Not once did he want to see or just glance at Fernando who kept staring at him intensely. He walked down and into the kitchen.

Maria and Hena had already greeted him in the kitchen. The two young women are both compact although they rarely meet because they work in different places despite being in the Hutama family.

"Good morning young mistress." said the two were friendly. Sofia nodded while smiling kindly.

"What do you make?" The smoke and aroma of the cooking that smelled from the pot made Sofia interested. Looks scented.

"Anu madam.kuah meatballs." answered Mary timidly. During his time at Fernando's residence he never cooked. Her job is as a baby sitter Elle to Rafa. Hena is the same. Never touched the kitchen because it was just a bodyguard for Fransisca.

"Ehh.i.iya mistress." Maria is getting more wrong when Sofia takes a big spoon and tastes her cooking.

"It's too salty. Add a little water and flavoring." Both of them immediately followed Sofia's advice. It should have been bitter, too salty.

"Mrs want to cook too? or.want to eat with us?" ask Hena carefully. Sofia shook her head.

"It's not that you don't want to have breakfast with you, but Rafa's dady is here. We'll have breakfast three up top. You don't have to be tense. Mr. Fernando will not harm us." of course both breathed a sigh of relief at Sofia's words. The thing they were afraid of turned out to be nothing. Sofia will cook for her husband and son.

An hour later, Sofia had finished her husband's favorite fried capjay and chicken porridge for Rafa who was in recovery. He gave two small portions to Maria and Hena before bringing the tray up. Behind her, Maria followed with another tray of milk coffee and a lump of pregnant milk for her employer.

"Let's put it here, Maria. Then go have breakfast. You can relax today." Sofia pointed to a rectangular dining table overlooking the backyard where she used to relax after a long day of work while studying. Eating while staring at the grass below has its own sensation for him.

"I'm sorry lady." said Maria then immediately went down when Sofia had nodded her head. After that, he entered his room. How surprised Sofia when she found her son was clean and fragrant in his play suit. Besides the dady also looks fresh with shorts and white t-shirts that out of nowhere he got.

"Hurry up for breakfast, I've prepared the food outside" Sofia said as she tried to grab Rafa and carry him. But the hand was already pressed smooth by Fernando.

"Let me. You're pregnant, take good care of our baby." said Nando as he walked out first. The man even fed Rafa painstakingly.

"Sofia I want to drink my coffee."

"Drink." said Sofia, adding a cup of coffee to her husband. But Nando looked at him coldly.

"Don't you see I'm feeding Rafa??" he said with a sharp tone. Sofia breathed deeply.

"Then what do you want?" tanyanya is arguing. Nando suddenly became a shitty figure that morning.

"Think then feed me." Nando's orders were firm. Sofia until made to gawk at it