GHIFARI ~ RADITE ~ GHIBRAN
HONEYMOON IN FAMILY GATHERING
“Yank, can you?” pinta Ajat took a whisper, he hugged his wife from behind as Santi was fixing Farouq's blanket.
“Tomorrow at home,” replied Santi lirih as she turned around and returned the embrace of her husband who started learning to love her.
“No ah, must be here. Consider this our honeymoon. The first night after the vasectomy reversal,” reply Ajat while gently tasting Santi's lips.
It should have been last week that Santi and Ajat were able to have a husband and wife relationship using sperm ammunition.
But last week Santi's schedule menstruation so that transactions can not be done. that's why Ajat asked to be done now.
“Kan we room together Pi children, time so anyway,” Santi refused smooth.
“Then the room but they are not one bed Yank. And again this bed will have a cover so that they will not see our activities. As long as you do not shout they will not wake up,” persuade Ajat.
Santi could not avoid it anymore and finally the war with ammo**** they did. Not just once, but over and over again tirelessly. Because this is their union after both stating they want to marry properly. All this time Santi only plays a role in performing obligations because he does not know that Ajat loves him since before marriage. Santi only knew that Ajat was also forced to marry her.
“Bismillah yes Sayank, hopefully the seeds can grow well,” whispered Ajat expectantly.
“Aaamiiiin,” replied Santi he also hoped that it could happen even if there was none he was not a problem because they already had two children.
“But Papi must remember, we already have two children. Although Papi said it wasn't from my womb, they were my children. If the seedlings that Papi planted were not growing in my garden Papi should not be disappointed. I myself am also disappointed. But our disappointment should not exceed anything until we forget the two children already,” explained Santi carefully. He was afraid of being infertile. It could have happened, right?
“We build them as well and as we can. They're our children not someone else's children and they're definitely my children!” obviously Santi was firm while tightly hugging her husband.
“When family gathering your branch Mi?”
“Bring me in two months, next month the schedule is Wika branch. Branch I want to make a location like where Miss Dinda was on vacation yesterday with the kids. So we choose a large villa then there is a large yard later we make camping. That's what I expect from my branch. Even the branch Wika, he keki because they have booked a villa on the beach but they still want to make camping as well.”
“Bu Dinda yesterday two days holiday just for camping. Full two days really they get closer to the kids instead of picnic sightseeing everywhere. Really just camping in their villa yard only.”
“That's what I want to apply to the kids. We're just in the foursome house either cooking, whether sleeping, whether reading a book, whether cleaning the room, anyway really four without any aunt or anyone. Foursome room machines or foursome cooks must be exciting.”
“Papi really agrees Mi, Papi really agrees. Papi wants to make amends for all Papi's mistakes, away from the kids. Help Papi yes Mi,” pinta Ajat sincerely.
“Inget Pi's. We promised to go together, not Mami help Papi but we help each other!” jawan Santi's. She rubbed her husband's back gently.
“And don't be ashamed Papi will cry deh Mi. Papi is very grateful Mischa met Mami in the supermarket, so he had a mother and Papi had a very great wife,” Ajat said while kissing his wife.
“I have the principle that good people meet good people. So actually Papi is a good person only had the wrong way,” said Santi.
“Ya Mi, Papi never went the wrong way. Therefore help Papi find a straight path,” pinta next.
“That straight path is the one where you hold your children with strong faith. That's a straight path for a father to do that be a priest for them,” pinta Santi seriously.
Now Ajat is really shedding tears. He was wrong and Santi opened it sweetly, not teaching him doctrine but touching it with a gentle swab so that he would not feel patronized.