
The man walked towards Lisa who was wiping away her tears earlier. The eyes continued to ooze out uncontrollably clear fluid.
"Stop your crying, or the kids will get more panicked at our quarrel." Farhan approaching. His thumb rubbed those tears deftly.
"Why don't you want to stop too?" farhan muttered a little. Probably due to pregnancy. Lisa was more beautiful than usual.
"Ti-don't know!" decak Lisa tergugu's.
Farhan pulled the body part of his wife until it was stuck between the tightly coiled hands.
Seeing Lisa who continued to cry as much as she could, made the man unable to bear and rubbed Lisa's back a little pity.
A trace of regret flashed through Farhan's mind. Young mothers who are pregnant for about four months must be depressed once received treatment like that. Farhan's emotions were completely out of control. Until he forgot that the woman in his arms was pregnant young.
"Sorry! I can't control my emotions under these circumstances. You know for yourself my character has been born like this for a long time."
Lisa understood. "Yes, I'm sorry too, you're so because I started," Lisa glanced with her eyes down at her own footwear. His fingers were still down there, squeezing the bone-white dress he was wearing.
Farhan touched the woman's chin with his thumb. Then he lifted a soft kiss on the woman's lips. Just a glance, but enough to clot the tears that have since flowed do not want to stop.
"Please love me, don't you?"
Lisa nodded innocently. "Such a pity ..." It seemed choked.
"Still in love?"
"Yes. Still am! That's sure!"
One kiss floated again. Now on the left cheek. "You promise you won't do anything like that again?"
"Yes, Promise ...," Lisa barely opened her voice in shame.
The third kiss falls on the right cheek. "You have to remember, there's little Farhan in here, soon he'll be struggling to meet his father and his mother. You must also fight to keep our love."
That sentence sounded very beautiful in Lisa's ears. Farhan who never lived a romantic life, that day revealed a very sweet cut of the word.
Lisa was astonished. Can the man be cute after getting angry and raging?
In the middle of the daydream, Farhan pinched Lisa's cheek until it suffocated. "Let's go out, the kids are already waiting in the teve room. They must be panicking and anxious right now! Mentally prepare, they'll be an investigative team that will interrogate!"
Farhan's hand rubbed the glorious tears of Lisa dry up. True enough, after he lowered his ego and poured a little attention, Lisa's cries began to subside. Indicates that the woman needs a little love and attention like that.
Farhan and Lisa walk into the teve room in tandem after Lisa washes her face.
"Delivery driver," answered both compact.
"Grandma where?"
"At Grandma's house again there's Arisan! Because it's noisy and a lot of mothers talk, so I'm the same Cilla asked to be escorted here just the same driver. Grandma's busy working on her stuff."
"Well!" call Cello when Lisa and Farhan have just sat down. "Dad mother why fight?"
As expected, the two of them began to interrogate. His gaze turned sharply towards Farhan and Lisa. Waiting for an explanation of what they saw and heard.
Farhan chose the easiest answer that flashed across his brain. "Adult matters, little children should not know!"
Makes the cello cringe. Cilla's lips were also pouting. The eyes of both of them looked dislike.
"But adults also like to interfere in the affairs of small children! Why can't we know about adult affairs? Father said everything must be balanced to be fair. How is that dad? Look out, I don't want to tell my dad about Malika anymore" Cello said.
"Yes, Cilla also does not want to tell the story of Evan to the same mother's father! Malesin!"
Eh?
Lisa and Farhan were left in disbelief.
How'this?
***
Otw Sunatan Cello
The miss, the Bianca Scale
The one that misses Bryan Shea
The miss Felix Chika
The Kangen Zian Naya.
They will all come to accompany the sweetness of the event, hopefully can treat the longing. Wait for the excitement yes.
Bishimah ....