Leaning Sweet Me
The pillow talk

"El .. will you return to the office?"

Farrel who was still leaning on his back just shook his head,

"I wanted to see my mother, but I was afraid, just looking at her face I didn't feel the heart."

"Better we go home first, you have to rest. I also don't want you to see you messy like this, look at your face, as well as your scarred hands!"

Farrel nodded, "Mac let's just go home."

Mac who caught a glimpse of the rearview mirror seemed to nod, then he climbed up the accelerator.

Soon they arrived at Farrel's apartment building.

They descend and enter the apartment lobby, Mac looks busy fiddling with his phone, making Farrel frown at him.

"I know Alan must have told you to do something!" he said when he passed it.

"Go, help him Mac! I'm not going anywhere today, I'm just going to the apartment!"

Mac nodded, "Alright, I'll go first!"

"Hm.." he muttered.

They finally walked back to the plate. Mac goes to take care of his men as Alan orders.

Not usually Farrel seemed more silent, he went into the room and undressed and went into the bathroom. Metta who saw it could only sigh.

He then went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, took out some ice cube bags and also medicine for wounds.

Farrel came out of the bathroom, still using his bathrobe he then entered the walk in closet.

"El .. I have prepared the clothes!" Metta said pointing to the clothes she took while Farrel was still in the bathroom.

"Thank you, sorry I'm not focused."

Metta nodded, the incident that happened to Alan might interfere with his turn, until several times he called Farrel but the man who was always acting silly did not hear it.

"El ...here!" he pulled his wrist.

"Sit down, let me treat your wound!"

"Thank you dear!"

"Why thank you again, I'm your wife, I deserve to take care of you."

Farrel just pulled his lips thin.

Metta applied the ointment on Farrel's injured hand, dripped anti-septic drugs and then covered it with plaster, while Farrel just stared at Metta's face, which was focused on treating his hand, occasionally blowing it slowly.

"You feeling better now?"

Farrel sighed, "Actually no, I'm still worried about Alan, what if he does something and your father finds out about it!"

"Don't they better know, who knows they can help find a way out for him, and Alan will definitely keep his promise to stop immediately,"

"Huum, but I'm afraid they'll get angry or sad! They'll be disappointed, baby,"

"How disappointed they are, slowly the sea they will certainly accept it, however the parents will still accept their children, how bad the behavior, parents will certainly forgive." explained Metta.

Farrel nodded, "I hope they will never know, if they find out I won't forgive them."

Metta stroked his arm, "Don't you, wouldn't you just shut up if your family were straying? So does Alan, he won't stand idly by when you get into trouble, he'll help you, be the number one person who will defend you, even if you do something bad. Aren't we?"

"As he did to Hendra!"

Deg

"Sister remember?"

"I don't want to remember the past, but when I found out Hendra was missing, I thought it was all because of Alan. And that means, because it wants to help you, right?"

Farrel scratched the back of his head, "Are you going to get angry?"

Metta shook his head, "As you have said, if someone who does evil is left alone, he will definitely do more than before, that is also what happened to Faiz mas no!"

Farrel snorted, "Mas ... mas!!"

Metta chuckled, she took out a pillow and arranged it, after which lay down her body.

"You want me to call you, too?" he said with a giggle.

Farrel followed Metta in bed and laid her body beside Meta, "No thanks!" fretfully.

"I've been your wife, I've also been pregnant with your son Papa El. What are you grunting it hem?" said Metta who tilted her body by holding her head with one hand.

"Who is brave? If anything, I'm just you with you, who's silly .. who's crazy, who always makes me angry and squeamish."

Farrel chuckled, "When did you realize that you love me?"

"Iiih.. pake asked again! No ah .. I forgot!"

"I don't always want to answer when asked like that."

Metta pulled out the blanket and covered her body and covered her mouth, "I'm always ashamed to be asked that!"

"Well, answer me when?"

"Eehhmm .. Maybe since being caught and told to stay away from you, I hid in Dinda's apartment for three days. Not out of the room, not out of the plate, anyway that's it ah!"

Farrel chuckled, "Is that really my sister and I!"

"Bas on the narcissist!"

"Is that so true?" farrel said again.

"Yes ..iya ..sad, yes!" Metta's pinching the nose of that slide.

Farrel turned his body aside, then held his head with one hand against Metta who covered his tour with a blanket. He continued to stare at Metta fixedly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No .. I'm glad to see you doing this sweet thing!" Say it by pinching her cheek slowly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted like that in front of our sister and our future son!" He said with a hand that stroked his wife's stomach.

Metta nodded, "Papa El serem if you have any more lashes, baby!" rubbed his own stomach.

Farrel drowned his face in the belly of the wife who already looked distended, "About who does he look like? Me or brother?"

"I was the one who was pregnant for nine months,"

"But I made it."

Metta squinted both of his eyes, "Are you making it yourself?"

"Okay, maybe his eyes are similar to yours, his nose too, his lips then." said. Farrel who mentioned the face of Metta at once touched it.

"Then what ...?"

"Then...."

Farrel pulled Metta's chin, and kissed her soft lips.

"Hh, just take a chance."

"Always .. 'cause this is all mine now, nothing else."

Metta chuckles, "i'm your."

Farrel again clenched the chuckling lips gently, making the unprepared Metta blink in shock.

"El ...!"

Farrel did not care, he continued to clench the chewy thing, slipping his tongue into it, with a hand that kept wiping Metta's stomach.

"Can I?"

Metta nodded, "Doctor Mariska says it's okay,"

"If you say brother?"

"El ..why ask."

"Just answer what not!" the hand that stroked the stomach now rose even higher, touching the round object that was getting filled with it gently.

"If I say I don't want to?" metta said with a moan.

"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes."

"She kept asking why!" grazing nose.

"Say! I want to hear it myself!"

"El ..ahaahhhkk!!"

Farrel rang, with a finger that began to remass the object that was now in his grasp. "Say, if not! I'll stop."