Father of My Son 2
40. night games

"Ditrian is asleep?" dinia asked as she returned home with a face of sumringah.

"Already, Miss. He said he didn't want to wait for the uncertain one" the waiter replied with a smile recalling Ditrian's cute face.

"Leave it. I just want to see how he is." Dinia entered the room of Ditrian with Taran. The boy fell asleep in style. Right hand behind the head, while the left behind the waist.

Dinia divert so that the position is tilted to the right. Wrapped and covered with loving Ditrian's hair. "Sleep well my son" said Dinia. Last time he kissed the kid's forehead.

"Let him alone. If he hears our voices, he'll wake up." Taran whispered to his wife.

Dinia nods her head. They walk into their own rooms. Showering under the shower, Dinia sang happily while listening to the news about Pablo.

"The man should have read! Don't act too much" Dinia commented at the end of her bath. He walked outside the shower room, picked up a towel to cover the body.

Not forgetting to turn off the television in the bathroom. Dinia took the phone, there was a message from Taran.

[Are you asleep?]

The woman smiled cunningly.

[My feet hurt.]

Taran read it immediately feeling worried. He keeps a towel on the bed.

[You want me to get a massage?]

Dinia smiled cunningly. He suddenly had an idea.

[Now. I'm not strong]

Taran who was feeling affectionate quickly went from his room to Dinia's room. There he knocked on the door of the room.

"Come in," cried Dinia from within.

Taran opened the room door and went straight in. He was astonished not to see Dinia in the bedroom. The Dinia room does have several rooms. Directly facing the door is a private living room.

"Dinia, where are you?" call Taran. He returned to the living room and was shocked to see Dinia standing wearing a towel.

"What are you doing?" ask Taran wonder.

"Wait for you to come into my arms" Dinia replied while posing sexy.

"If you're just messing around, I'm leaving." Taran coughed and walked forward. He pushed to the side of Dinia's body and opened the door. But that thing is locked tightly.

"Where's the key?" ask Taran.

"Here." Dinia pointed at the chest.

"Don't fuck around. I'm a man." Taran spoke firmly in the hope that Dinia would be afraid.

"Then?" Dinia moved to sit on the couch. He raises one leg above the other. Dinia's body moves with spoiled.

"If something unwanted happens, don't blame me, will you?" Taran again gave a warning.

"I'm scared!" Dinia covered her mouth with both hands.

"Therefore, open the door. I beg you."

"She wants to mijitin my feet." Dinia pointed at her smooth legs. "It really hurts." He leaned over the sofa while hugging the sofa cushion.

Taran took a deep breath. He just followed Dinia's wishes. The man sat at the wife's feet. "Which foot?"

"both. I think it's high heels." Dinia again spoke in a defiant tone.

"You're tickling."

"Nothing. I just hold the usual kayak." Taran rejected Dinia's assumption. He raised both hands.

Dinia got up and sat down cross-legged. "You don't have lust? I'm this pretty." The woman's arms were coiled around Taran's neck. Slowly he advanced. Accidentally Dinia towel sagged. The man then closed his eyes.

"You're wearing that shirt!" taran's decree pushed his wife to the brink.

"That's rude!" Dinia hit Taran with both hands. "I'm wearing a tube dress!" the woman's nagging.

Taran opened his eyes slowly. Apparently since then Dinia deliberately toying. Even the woman laughed like she had just won the lottery.

Taran looked in annoyance. He sat back down, grabbing Dinia's arm. "You asked for it." There Dinia seemed to be watching. Taran grabbed her lips, kissing so deeply that it remained silent.

Dinia has fought. In the end, he just resigned. Even as Taran held her to the bed facing each other and both legs of Dinia wrapped around Taran's waist.

As soon as Dinia lay resignedly, Taran attacked the other place. Slowly descending, making Dinia rummage. "Udah. Stop."

But the woman's hand said something else. It was as if he was asking Taran to keep doing the same. When the Dinia shirt zipper dropped, Taran shirt buttons began to fall off.

"Do we have to continue?" asked the man looking at Dinia. His voice was soft, making Dinia lose consciousness.

"Yes, please," said Dinia.

The game is getting deeper and deeper starting. When the time came, Taran began to look for his rightful position. However, Dinia's shout astonished Taran.

"You? Not that. Drawn over?"

There was one thing that Dinah forgot. Taran yunya Ditrian's biological son Dinia. However, tonight Dinia could not give up.

The woman pursed her lips. "This is your secret too?" Taran got up and sat down with a face of disbelief.

"sorry. I just don't want to lose him. I'd like to say the same to you. But, there is no right time. I'm scared, Taran. Afraid of your affection for Ditrian is different."

Taran held both cheeks of Dinia. "We love each other, right? So stop doubting my feelings. To you or Ditrian. Nothing will be different in my eyes."

They look at each other. Dinia smile. "Thank you."

Taran hugged Dinia tightly. "I should have said thanks. You've been a part of my life that's never been perfect."

When morning came, Ditrian woke up cheerfully. The boy got out of bed. He runs into Taran's room reminding his father today of the promise to buy him ice cream.

"Papa bulum's coming home?" ask Didrian wonder. He rubbed his hair. The boy did not lose his mind. He ran to the bathroom and walked in the closet. "Papa pegi keja first? Ian did not take it. Sad Ian. Lapol Mama!" Ditrian came out of Taran's room.

His small steps made a noise due to the impact of rabbit sandals with the floor. At the door of the room, Ditrian could not open. He pushed it many times and the result was nil..

"Mama pegi too?" Ditrian disappointed. He's sitting on the floor. "Mama! Wicked, ruthless! Ian lapol poici!" her crying while still.

"Young master why?" ask one of the servants.

"Miss napa shut down. Bial Mama, Papa Pegi without Ian. Ian cini Sindilian. It's not working." Ditrian rubbed a wet face.

"Young Master take a shower first. Let Goul take you to the office" the waiter suggested. He called his nanny Ditrian.

When her son Dinia entered the room quietly, the servant whispered to each other. "Mr Taran's been in Miss's room since last night?"

"Yes, they haven't come out yet. Do we need to wake up?"

Of course they doubt. Dinia was afraid even angry and nagged everything. "Miss will wake up when it's time."