Love Above the Wounds
Pans Oh Pans

Fitri arranged the clothes of the prospective baby who had been washed into a tiny baby closet.

Fitri set itself where the location of the items that will be used by the future baby, ranging from baby beds, cabinets and baby play areas, etc,

Bi Sumi who was helping was also busy in the room. Fitri looks so excited and enthusiastic about arranging all the baby equipment.

All of Fitri's blankets and baby clothes fold with but, then stack them in the closet.

"Bi, this is Dedek's blanket why it turns gray yes, the feeling I bought white!" ask Fitri.

"Lho, it's white!' suhut Bu Sumi's.

"Due to Bi? How do I see it's the color of young ash, when I can be wrong this color anyway Bi?" said Fitri while re-rubbing his eyes.

"Don't make it up to me Ma'am, it'll be red in the eyes!" sergeant Bi Sumi.

"When I can't distinguish the colors anyway Bi? I see why the color of the ashes?" ask Fitri who is starting to look anxious.

"Eh, it turns out that Aunt was wrong Ma'am, this one is indeed the color of Ash, which is the new white one!" bi Sumi tried to calm Fitri.

Bi Sumi had to lie so that Fitri would not worry anymore. Though it is clear that the blanket in question is white.

Bi Sumi saw Dicky who was already standing in the doorway of the baby's room, Dicky hurriedly put his index finger on his lips, so that Fitri did not know that Dicky was coming.

Dicky then slowly approached Fitri who was still seen busy folding clothes and baby blankets, as well as diapers and pants that had been bought.

Then from behind Dicky immediately hugged Fitri and kissed his neck.

"Mas Dicky? Have you gone home??" tanya Fitri gasped. Dicky's usually coming home in the afternoon.

"Dear dear, Dicky Mas again miss Fitri, so go home quickly!" whispered Dicky.

"So, Mas Dicky could have reasoned, here help settle the room Dedek, later after he was born he would have loved to see his room as comfortable as this!" fitri.

"Hmm, Dedek continues to be observed, when is the Papa's turn?" ask Dicky.

"Mas Dicky is starting! Shame on Bi Sumi!" sergeant Fitri who continues to unravel Dicky's embrace because he feels uncomfortable if anyone sees him.

"I'm ashamed anyway baby, cuek aja, it's only natural we are romantic this way, the name is also husband and wife, is it not Bi Sumi??" said Dicky while glancing towards Bi Sumi who was just silent with a smile.

"Rightly what the Doctor said, why shame, Aunt also used to see that scene in the soap opera!" suhut Bi Sumi's.

"Now, leave your job, come with me to my room!" without waiting for Fitri's answer, Dicky immediately lifted Fitri in his carrier.

"Eh Mas Dicky can already carry around?? Doesn't it hurt her legs?" ask Fitri.

"Have dong, my legs will heal quickly, don't worry!" replied Dicky who immediately carried Fitri out of the room.

Dicky went into his room and laid Fitri in his big bed.

Dicky did not move, he stared into his wife's face.

"What's Dicky want?" fitri asked as she held her hand against Dicky's chest.

"You're eating you Fit!" whispered Dicky.

Fitri's entire body brushed away instantly.

"It's still noon! Don't fuck around!" threaten Fitri's.

"When it's still noon, why? I came home early because I wanted to be with you, baby!" said Dicky.

"Buck!" sulcan Fitri's.

Slowly Dicky immediately kissed Fitri's pouting lips.

"Don't expect me to let you go this afternoon, I miss being served by you!" dicky whispered in Fitri's ear.

Dicky didn't let go of his grip and kiss. She took off all her clothes, and Fitri understood what she wanted.

Eventually Fitri resigned when Dicky began to spice it up and unite their bodies both very slowly, because of Fitri's increasingly enlarged stomach.

"Slow Mas!" lirih Fitri as Dicky's breath begins to hunt fast.

"Yes dear .. Thank you!" dicky said as he gently kissed Fitri's lips again.

After reaching the peak of his enjoyment, Dicky drooped beside Fitri with a gasp of breath, but Fitri knew a few minutes later Dicky would ask for it again. If not repeatedly Dicky will not be satisfied.

True Fitri's guess, five minutes later Dicky back on maximum, he then turned to Fitri.

"Again Fit?" dicky Pinta.

Fitri smiled, but suddenly her smile faded as she noticed something different on Dicky's face.

"Mas, why does your face look pale?" ask Fitri.

Dicky looked straight into the mirror.

"Pale? No Fit! My face is not pale!" Dicky hatch.

Fitri then looked at the ceiling of her room.

"Why is everything I see gray and pale? That's why the ceiling of the room became gray and ... a bit opaque!" fitri.

Dicky, who noticed something immediately rising from his sleep, put his clothes back on, even though he was still standing, he forced them into his pants.

Without asking much more, Dicky immediately carried Fitri who was now fully dressed in the direction of his home car garage.

Mang Salim was stunned to see Dicky's anxious face while holding Fitri.

"Where are we going, man? Aren't you satisfied? Just played once!" ask Fitri.

"Mang Salim's! We're going to the hospital now, to the ophthalmologist!" Dicky's Word.

"Well Doctor!" sahut Mang Salim who went straight into his car and started the engine.

Just out of the gate of his house, suddenly appeared Ms. Romlah blocked his car while carrying various kinds of pots.

"Where is the doctor going??" exclaim Miss Romlah.

"Surge Ma! We're going to the hospital!" scream Dicky.

"I just want to buy my merchandise, sir, let's buy my pots, these are imported goods!" said Ms. Romlah.

"Sorry Mom, next time yes, we're in a hurry!" Dicky hatch.

"Well buy one cake sir for a seller! From morning I roamed not yet my pot!" sahut Bu Romlah.

"Okay, how much is the pancake??" ask Dicky, upset.

"It's cheap sir, only 500 thousand in guaranteed durable guaranteed!" answer Miss Romlah.

Dicky then took the cash 500 thousand, then at his donation to Miss Romlah, Miss Romlah directly thrust the pancake towards Dicky, inevitably Dicky took it.

"Mang Salim's! Let's go again!" Dicky's Word.

Mang Salim nodded his head, and the car rolled back out of the place.

"Cute line cape kumpul ...!" exclaimed Ms. Romlah who again continued her path while carrying a few pots in her hands.

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