His Purpose
187. Whises and Denial

Tuh, right, caught. Same child anyway.

Maria really wanted to drown herself. It's all because of Gibran's carelessness. Either he was too impatient or indeed his instincts had decreased. Usually the man is always careful, especially in terms of bed affairs.

When Sandra was just a baby they often had sex in different rooms, afraid their strange sounds had a bad effect as psychologists say.

Maria stared at Sandra and Gibran together in the toddler's playroom. It was fortunate that Gibran could immediately distract Sandra. The man took out the promised souvenirs, which were the exact same shoes that the Prince of England's daughter wore.

I don't know how much money her husband poured to get the limited goods. For sure this time Maria will not nag because in fact the expensive item saved Maria from the vulnerable situation earlier.

Maria massaged her forehead with a breath of wasted relief.

"Madam, it looks like you're exhausted after cooking a lot earlier." Laura stood beside him.

I'm not tired of cooking, my head is dizzy because it was caught perverted by my own child.

"Yuhuu ... Dydy! Dydy! Catch me!"

Sandra is seen running around in the middle of the room with her new shoes. Behind him Gibran ran small as if he had trouble catching the little guy.

Maria shook her head. It is a pity to buy expensive items if a day is broken. Look how late Sandra's wearing things. But even so Gibran never had a problem.

If it was Maria, she had gone berserk and nagged Sandra to wear her shoes carefully.

"Hap! I got you!" gibran caught Sandra.

The little girl giggled, thrashing in her father's arms. Gibran showered the princess with a kiss that made Sandra squirm amusedly.

"Haha ... Dydy bellenti!"

Gibran could not help but feel anxious about Sandra. The body of the kingpin he timang-timang with a movement about to throw. Kontan Sandra suddenly asked to come down.

"Mommy! Mommy's! Help me! Huawei ... Dydy, Nda wants mimi!!! Hicks .. hiks ... Mommy, Nda wants mimi!"

Sandra screamed for Maria's help. Spontaneous Mary upholds the body. "Coko, uh, don't overdo it. Sandra can get dizzy later." He approached trying to stop the behavior of both.

Gibran laughingly lowered his daughter and hugged her tightly for a while, anchoring kisses on both of her cheeks that were round like mangroves.

"Gold!" gibran gereget.

Sandra immediately ran away to Maria after coming down from her father's arms. "Mau mimi .." she rubbed her eyes.

Looks like Sandra's sleepy. Maria immediately took him to carry. "Come, we'll take a nap, okay?"

Gibran follows Maria to Sandra's room.

"Bath shop, gih. I'll take Sandra first."

"Later take me," whispered Gibran in Mary's ear.

Maria continues to slam the Gibran biceps. He glanced at Sandra who took me by the side in his arms, signalling that Gibran had to learn from the incident.

Gibran smiled, dipping Maria and Sandra alternately before passing out. "Don't be long, Plum."

Maria shook her head. The length of time does not depend on when Sandra can sleep soundly. Maria began to put Sandra to sleep on her bed filled with mosquito nets and decorations such as in Disney palaces, then unbutton her dress to breastfeed the little one to sleep.

Maria has not weaned Sandra until now she is almost 3 years old. Perhaps even later on Sandra's birthday, Maria will stop her total intake of ASI.

After breastfeeding Sandra, Maria quickly moved to her room which was located quite a distance from Sandra's room.

Gibran deliberately placed the children's room not so side by side because they do not know, whenever they are related and the child is awake.

Like now for example. Maria knew it would be like this when she entered the room. Gibran immediately ambushed and attacked him blindly.

Maria could only moan and moan through all of Gibran's touches in the wardrobe room. The man had just finished his bath when Maria came in.

"Enh ..."

Gibran's breath panted at his nape. The two looked at each other through the mirror in front. Gibran pumped Maria's body from behind. His hand squeezed the chest of the wife until wet by ASI that came out.

Gibran's groans also spur desire increasingly tempestuous. Mary had no power to hold back when the release came crashing into her consciousness. Gibran growled long with three final blows that made the center of Mary's body feel warmer. Something seeped between the thighs, flowing down through the eyes of the feet until splattered on the floor.

Gibran hugged Maria and buried her face between her neck. Occasionally lightly tasting Mary's delicate skin.

A year after giving birth, Maria regularly takes yoga classes. The body portion is more tempting with two favorite parts that are increasingly filled.

"Sshh .. emh ..." Gibran again squeezed Maria's chest. The part is sticky, even Gibran's hands are moist do not stop playing there.

"Other people have surgery to get this big bust." Gibran smiled staring at the netra Maria who still looks cute.

Both of them were still standing in front of the mirror. Maria could see how chaotic her appearance was at the moment.

"It turns out enough with childbirth and breastfeeding, this part becomes much sexier, dense and bulkier. I love this change."

Mary groaned little as Gibran played both of her twin peaks.

"You've already lost KB?"

"Hm? Why?" Mary looked slightly at Gibran's whisper.

"We're on a pregnancy program, yeah."

"Promil?"

"Hm." Gibran kissed Mary's bare shoulder.

"No need, it's."

Gibran shriveled slightly loosening his embrace. "Why? You don't want to add any more kids?"

Maria seemed silent as if she refused to answer.

"Plums?"

"You don't want Sandra to have a sister?"

Instead of answering, Mary withdrew from their union. The woman moved to tie her hair, picked up the hanging kimono before then walking towards the bathroom.

"We'll talk about this later, yeah. I'm tired, I want to take a shower" she said, then disappeared behind the door.

Gibran was determined to find Maria's response. Did Maria really refuse to have any more children? Wh why? Was she traumatized after Sandra's surgery?

Until late afternoon, Maria was still silent and reluctant to respond whenever Gibran discussed the issue of pregnancy.

The woman continued to invite Sandra to play regardless of Gibran's wishes to be alone with her. Though Gibran hopes after returning from Dubai he and Maria can spend a romantic moment and away from their daughter.

Sandra is not a fussy child even though her mother's father has long been left behind. As long as it is ready, everything is safe. Sandra's son hangs up with anyone, although sometimes it becomes annoying to find someone who is not liked.

"Plums?" Gibran stood in Sandra's doorway.

Maria was patting the boy trying to put him to sleep.

"Silent ..." Mary told Gibran to shut up.

Gibran sighed at the two and sat on the edge of the bed, right behind Mary who was lying on her side hugging Sandra.

"Dydy .." whispered Sandra half sleepy.

Maria asks Sandra to go to bed. The boy closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Honey," whispered Gibran touching Mary's arm.

"What, anyway?"

Exhaling, Gibran shook his head with a smile. "Sleep soon. You must be tired of taking care of our son."

Gibran never talks about children again. Seeing the tired look on Mary's face, Gibran seemed to feel how tired it was to take care of children even if only at home. Gibran certainly can not force the desire to add a baby. She did not want Maria to be exhausted.