Father of My Son
Love Comes A Lot
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Bia's shriek of pain was heard all over the room. Both blankets and pillows are not neatly arranged on the bed. Scratches on the neck and cheeks also witness the cruelty of Dira tonight. Laughter and screams of pain converged as the game began to heat up on the bed.
Dira moved his body. The couple faced each other at a very close distance until it felt like the pounding in the heart of Bia was beating very fast because of fear. Meanwhile, Dira was very satisfied and impatient to launch his attack.
"Slowly, yes. He said you love me. Don't get hurt," Pinta Bia while occasionally sighing worriedly.
"It won't hurt, anyway. Most obviously a little red mark," said Dira. His position was getting closer to Bia and felt a puff of Dira's breath so heavy. Bia was ready to accept his sentence that night. And a few seconds later he again screamed in pain until he rolled over on the bed.
"No need to overdo it, no more?" tawar Dira's.
Bia who held grudges got back up and sat down. He was waist-ridden and ready to take a position. He took the dice and the bucket. "This time I'll win" said Bia. He shuffled the bucket of dice and then spilled it. Four dice points appear. Bia began to advance the piece and again, he fell on the ground belonging to Dira.
"Yes!" Dira exclaimed with excitement. He blew his forefinger and thumb and prepared to touch Bia's eel again then scratched the red watercolor on Bia's face.
"Already, ah! Play this I must lose. Just change the other one!" bia protests while folding monopoly paper and put it in a box with dice and toy money.
"Appaan, anyway! Cheating! Pay the penalty!" Dira won't budge. In gaming, there is no domestic relationship.
"Go why, anyway! Just look at Divan!" nagging Bia while folding her hands on the chest.
"You're like Divan! If you lose immediately want to be spared," Dira errat.
Bia turned her back in annoyance. He pulled the blanket that fell to the floor and lay down and covered his body with it. "I'm going to sleep! Sebel!" lamented Bia. His body was covered until he was not seen at all.
Dira gets off the bed. He walked to the fridge and picked up ice cream and sat down on the couch. "Sleep well, baby. Wake up when the ice cream runs out" Dira's fishing rod.
Bia peeked out by opening up a bit of her blanket. Seeing Dira keeping a bucket of ice cream on the table, the woman quickly ran to the bathroom to clean her face. Then Bia comes to the sofa and grabs Dira's spoon. "You are a sinner, yes! Husband again eat directly play just grab it!" his protest.
Seeing Bia's cute face while enjoying ice cream, Dira felt anxious herself. He grabbed the back of Bia's head and he grabbed his wife's lips. The first kiss was only a few seconds. "Sweet indeed," Dira commented.
Bia looked at her husband. Their gazes still collided until a few seconds later, Dira again snatched Bia's lips.
This time it was not just a matter of seconds. For two minutes, their position was still not released. The longer and the warmer their breath is. Bia felt that there was a powerful sigh that flowed throughout the body like an inner call.
Dira responded to the call. He lifted Bia's body in an embrace and began to rush into the curve of the neck to the shoulder blades. This time it was not the redness from the flick, Dira made that mark with her lips.
"Ish," said Bia who went into a hot pot during their cooking show that night. Dira still wrestled to bring Bia to be more relaxed and ready to cook.
After the stove gets hotter. Dira carried Bia and carried the woman onto the bed. He removed the blanket because he knew this game would make sweat squeezed into the river.
One by one the boxes are removed. From the outer clothing to the most stored inside. Now, Bia is just an empty glass without a lid that is ready to be shaken with a spoon. Unfortunately Dira has no spoon. It has a larger and stronger centong in the business of stirring sugar in warm water to be more soluble.
"If this play can be slow, right?" ask Bia while holding Dira's shoulder so as not to carelessly insert the spoon eh centong.
Dira nodded. He kissed Bia's forehead and was ready to put the centong into a glass that was wide open at the end. Bia biting the bottom of the lip as soon as he felt the moment the tip of the centong touched the side of the lip of his glass. His eyes closed and when open, he tried to focus on the six boxes in Dira's stomach. The brown boxes went forward and backward with different intonations following the in and out of the centongs in the glass.
"Dira, I don't want to" complained Bia. Dira grabbed his wife's body. From a lying position, he brought Bia to a position sitting opposite each other. Dira's lips are playing wilder and wilder. He explored almost the entire front body of Bia. From the face to the stomach and he does it in a sitting position.
The Centong is still stirring in the glass. While the glass itself still continues to emit a ringing sign repeatedly collided with the inner wall of the glass. "I miss you, dear," said Dira softly.
The moon appears behind the clouds around it. The wind is blowing slowly out there. The two couples were still cooking in the room. As if knowing if their parents needed time to familiarize themselves again, Divan and Diandre slept soundly in Divan's bedroom.
"Diande bobok, yeah! Mama same papah again itung money, loh! Many times. Don't bother you later don't love snacks," advises Divan before they fall asleep.
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