Holy Marriage
Gemil
“Anna!” Alan walked into the house. Who else would he be looking for in the house if not Anna. Several times he called Anna's name, but there was no word. Alan opened the suit and threw it on the back of the sofa, then removed the buttons on the ends of his shirt arms, left and right. Not forgetting he folded the end of his sleeve, then slammed the body into the sofa. One foot up to the table. Eyes closed.
Alan rejected something that was scolding his face. Ah, just interrupt. While cool to close his eyes, whether what objects are fumbling the skin of his face. Alan pulls the corner of the lips when the baby smells emncium.
“Azzam!” call Alan while opening his eyes. He turned his head to see the little guy whose cheek was puffed up playing a feather from his toy into Alan's face. It was not the behavior of the little one that surprised Alan, but the legs of the little one who stood by his side without holding anything. Does this mean Azzam can walk?
“Hey, papa hotshot! How can you be here and stand alone here?” Alan grabbed Azam's body and sat the heavy body on his stomach.
“Young master Azzam can already walk, Sir!” said the baby sitter who has been around since. It's just that he didn't dare to get close to Alan so let alone when Azzam approached his papa.
“O yes? Azzam can already walk?” Alan held both hands of Azzam who had been moving continuously. “How old is Azzam?”
Weh? Who here has a child? How could Alan not know the age of his son?
“Ten months, Sir. Soon even eleven months,” replied baby sitter.
“It seems like lately I rarely play with Azzam,” Alan chirps realize his time has lately been confiscated outside the house. “Look, it looks like just yesterday papa was carrying you at birth. And now you're this big?” Alan watched his son's body which looked very fast development. Azzam's body was fat, growing very fertile and strong.
“How can you play with Azzam, you are rarely at home. These last few months, you also often go abroad.”
It's not the baby sitter who says it, it's Anna. Alan didn't have to look around to find out who was telling him. Anna's voice was well known to her. Alan did not answer.
“Then, you used to spend time with me and Azzam. Even when you made a deal with me for the holidays and the dryness of your promise is off, I can understand. But for a long time I became not strong yes far away, we became more distant,” said Anna.
Alan smiled looking at Anna's face. “So what do you want, baby? Okay, I'll follow your wishes, ” gently Alan makes Anna's heart wet to hear that tone.
For a long time Anna had not heard Alan's voice pampering her so. Anna pursed her lips and looked at her husband who looked tired. Even in a tired condition, Alan can still be as gentle as that to him. Sometimes Alan's attitude is difficult to guess, if yesterday Alan was angry just for a reason that he does not understand, now Alan is as gentle as this. The softness of Alan's attitude is second to none, it can always make Anna clamps. It's just, Alan always did not want to be frank, he was able to hide the secret alone.
Anna sat on the sofa in front of Alan. “I want you at home on holiday.”
Alan lowered his legs to the floor, then got up to sit and positioned Azzam's body in his lap. The active little guy's body kept twitching on Alan's lap, occasionally Azzam also tugging on Alan's shirt collar.
“I'll work on it. But can't promise,” replied Alan.
“Well, that means you can't fulfill my request. You asked me what I wanted, after being answered but not granted.” Anna pouting.
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