Distance (Pursued Hot Duda)
145 Cramme
Crying Last Night
The title of the song that Arby listened to. No, not crying last night, but it's been a night.
He'll be nauseous every day. Not only because of lack of sleep, but also lack of eating and the influence of sympathetic pregnancy. Arby refuses to be infused, because he always remembers Freya when he sees an infusion.
Arby closed his eyes, imagining Freya was with him. And sure enough, he felt his head rubbed, his cheeks kissed and he was hugged heavily. Even she was like looking at Freya who was in front of her, wearing very thin white lingerie.
"Darling, I miss. Don't go again" muttered Arby.
He knew it was just a dream. He wanted to keep feeling that warm embrace.
He didn't want to wake up, even though he knew, to go to sleep quietly lin must have been hard. It's worse than it used to be. There used to be Chiro, who would accompany him every day.
Arby is very worried about his son, wife, and future children. He couldn't blame Freya either. Everyone will think badly, when they see men and women in the same hotel room almost naked. If he saw Freya and the other men like that, he would also be furious, maybe even going to kill the man directly.
💧💧💧
Arby opened his eyes, looked next to him and it turned out that Freya was not there. It was just a dream.
Arby walked with a gontai down the stairs. He was able to sleep last night, having a dream about Freya.
The others decide to stay with Arby, comforting the man whose fate is always left by his wife.
Marga was equally merana, abandoned by the woman he loved and it was also because of his own mistakes.
They try to entertain Arby by playing games together. Doing activities when they were in school first, and make the room messy.
"Whispering really, really!" A soft but faint voice averted their eyes.
"Freya?"
"You've been awake a long time. I've been waiting for you since. I'd like to eat green bean porridge mixed with black sticky rice made by you."
Arby breathed a heavy sigh.
"Even when I woke up, I still imagined Freya's face. Don't I still sleep?"
"and ... Ar!" Ikmal patted Arby on the shoulder, awakening the man's daydream.
"What?"
"That's it, Freya asked for porridge."
"Huh?"
"That's it, Freya asked for porridge."
"Freya, where have you been? We're all worried."
The men hugged Freya one by one. Forgive the situation at a time when Arby was still in a daze, if not, where maybe they could embrace Freya like that.
Plucci
Plucci
Plucci
Instead of returning their hugs, Freya kicked their knees one by one.
"I'm still mad at you guys. If it wasn't because I wanted to eat Arby's ijo bean porridge, I'd be lazy to go home."
"Mommy don't be angry, let Chiro scold them later."
Arby immediately woke up. She cried and immediately hugged Freya.
🌸🌸🌸
They're head-scalking. Miraculous indeed this one pregnant mother. Go and come home suddenly, as if you were just going on a picnic.
Freya went to the kitchen to add to her nut pulp.
"Where have you been, Chiro?"
Chiro was silent, hesitating to say it.
"Let's tell daddy, Chiro."
"Later on Chiro's story, Daddy so cranky and hurt, continue to be angry."
"No, daddy doesn't sulk and won't get angry. Where have you been?"
"Mommy yesterday again cravings to see the handsome guys. Mommy and the aunty hunting-hunting handsome guy in sixpack who said aunty Nania hugable."
They immediately silently heard the words of the chiro, who was always honest.
Arby's face was instantly red.
Edn, snag!