Father of My Son
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He became the happiest when he heard during the week that Divan was away with his father and mother. "I'm sorry Divan. Not Papah selfish, but Papah needs time together mamah as well," said Dira while driving.

Thank goodness he got home early. At nine o'clock Dira's car was pulled over on the side of the terrace. Dira got out of the car with a balloon in his left hand and a cake in his right hand. He bought all this for Bia. How he forgot if his wife had today his twenty-first birthday.

As soon as he arrived at the room, he was surprised Bia was not there. Dira grunts. Maybe because Bia is still used to sleeping in Divan's room.

Dira asked the waiter to arrange gifts, cakes and balloons in the room. After all the tidy, he turned off the lights and went to Divan's room which was only separated by a hallway towards the main balcony on the second floor.

Towards Divan's room, Dira did not knock on the door. He deliberately wanted to make Bia shocked. The result was even surprised. Dira clearly saw Bia crying. Once Dira realized coming, Bia quickly wiped her tears.

Dira's face immediately looks riled up. He approached Bia and sat down beside her while hugging the woman. "Why wife tonight? Did I make a mistake again? Miss the Divan?" Dira asked what was happening.

Bia shaking. This sorrow no one will understand. This time she tried to hold back her tears. He shifted the body to make distance with Dira.

"Now because of me again, right? Wh why? Sorry I'm not sensitive. That's why I need your explanation." Dira grabbed Bia's hand.

The woman beside him hugged his knees. Bia drowned her face between her knees. That made Dira even more worried.

"We are married. Are you going to keep closing in on me like this? You know seeing you like this I feel burdened and hate myself?" Dira shifted her body towards Bia and hugged the woman. Gaining such a warm touch and attention from her husband, Bia felt her defense almost fall.

Dira rubbed Bia's hair. "Whatever your sorrow, share it with me."

This time Bia's embankment was completely destroyed. She cried and hugged her husband. "So I went for a walk this afternoon. There are mothers talking about you with Cloena Parviz. They insist if they want you to go back to him. Then I just pissed them off, "bia.

Dira gulped his salivary. "You are sad because of their words?" ask Dira.

Bia shaking. "No, I feel guilty for scolding my parents. Pity them, but be ashamed again" replied Bia.

Hearing that, Dira was confused as well. He also wants to laugh. "If you're angry, that's your right. You're my wife even if they know. Sometimes we also have to express frustration so that people in our environment understand. Especially if their words are right, it is too late. So, don't feel guilty" Dira advised.

Bia raised her face. She looked at her husband's face that seemed to give her spirit and then wiped her tears. "Now is not the time to cry. Come with me to the room," take Dira.

He led Bia to his room. Bia was confused when he entered, Dira's room was dark. "Wait here, I turn on the lights," suggested Dira letting Bia stand in confusion in the middle of the room.

As soon as the lights came on, Bia was shocked beyond measure. There are lots of gifts, balloons and cakes. "Happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy is always my wife, may you live a long life!" Dira sang a birthday song.

Bia was touched. He hugged Dira tightly. "Thank you" said Bia.

"We are finally the same age again" said Dira. They were born in the same month. Dira was born at the beginning of the month while Bia at the end of the month.

They cut cakes and bribe each other. Dira also asks Bia to open the cards one by one. There are shoes, bags, dresses to the funniest lingerie.

"What the fuck?" bia asked irritatedly at the sight of the transparent red lighted nightgown.

Bia pinched Dira's cheek. He chuckles. "If I wear what do you want to love?" ask Bia.

Dira unbuttoned the top of his shirt as he approached Bia's face and whispered, "my soul and body."

Divan that night was on his way to an expensive horse farm. Her parents are on their romantic night trip.

Although not wearing lingerie from Dira, Bia looks sexy with her black sleep dress. They sit on the couch. The two looked at each other and enjoyed a glass of wine.

"Happy?" ask Dira. Bia nodded. Feels a subtle swipe of Dira's hand on Bia's arm.

"Now especially?" ask Dira. Bia shaking. "Divan goes a week, loh," Dira's fishing rod.

"Then?" bia asked the turtle in the boat.

"If you don't sleep alone, I'm ready to accompany you." This time Dira's hand caressed Bia's long hair. The man advanced his face towards Bia's face. "If I ask you tonight to love me?" tanya Dira asked for her ration.

Bia doesn't want to pretend to be insensitive anymore. What Dira wants now, Bia has been waiting for since the wedding night. "You want to tonight?"

As if getting the right reception, Dira got bolder and bolder to enter. "The night after that I will too" said Dira.

The man hugged Bia tightly. They looked at each other and within seconds, Dira's lips attacked Bia's lips with ambition. The two lips touched and moved with perfect rhythm.

In line with his lips that were traveling in Bia's mouth, Dira's hands down his back until down and down and play the most sensitive part behind Bia's body.

A sigh rang out from Bia's mouth interrupted Dira's vicious touch on her lips. Drowning in a sea of burning flames, Bia and Dira begin to enter the subconscious mind. There are only them in each other's minds. Ah, Bia missed that touch.

"You want to know our bed?" tawar Dira so release Bia's lips. The woman was breathing heavily the sign Dira had given her the pleasure she wanted to continue.

Bia just resigned, he let his body carried Dira to the bed. They kissed again to repeat their night ritual. Finished with Bia's lips, Dira's kiss shifted to the neck, chest, abdomen to the most demanding part of the night's enjoyment.

Dira lifting dress Bia skirt. He looks excited to see the bermuda triangle that closes the trough in the place where the sea cucumber plays later.

Slowly Dira lowered the last window to see how beautiful the trough he had left first now.

As soon as he saw the vortex. Dira decided his lips and tongue first played there. "The feeling remains the same even though Divan got out of here," said Dira with both hands enjoying the softness in the skin of p*ha Bia.

Wife groping. Bia could not describe the sensation he felt. He only said that he asked Dira to stop, but he pressed the man's head to stay there.

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