Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
The power of mama

"Halo Rania?", said Azka.

"....."

"Oh...can't be reset?"

"...."

"OK...OK...!"

Azka put her phone on the nightstand.

"Why Ka?", asked who was still in his arms.

"There are meetings with clients. I think it can be delayed, it can't."

"Owh..."

"Yes, you eat first."

"No laper dear.", I said spoiled.

"But our son, time is not in love?"

"When you're hungry eat too."

"Em...are you okay I stay in the office for a while?"

"It's okay."

"But I'm afraid you haven't eaten rich by now."

"I'll eat it later."

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

"No, the meeting was four o'clock. Do you want to come?"

I shook my head slowly.

"What am I doing, meeting? When I go to papa's house I'm coming!"

Azka rubbed my hair.

"Urusan equally papa, let me finish it dear."

"You mean I can't go there?"

"It's not okay, but you're home."

I finally nodded with his orders.

"It's still two o'clock baby, you just sleep! I'll prepare the file first."

Azka stood up to get out of my bed again. But my hand pulled back. And make Azka sit next to me again.

"Why hem?", he gently rubbed my head.

"don't know. I want Deket with you!"

Azka's running my nose.

"Tell this young mother!"

I just looked up. For some reason, every time I look at his neck, the innards want to kiss on and on. There's a distinctive aroma of her in that part.

"W...?"

"What?"

I rubbed his neck gently.

"I want to kiss this!", I pointed at his neck.

"If you kiss like that, the story will be different again dear."

"What news? I just want to kiss my husband, can't I?"

I pursed my lips.

"May dear may.!" he said resignedly.

I also started to slip into his neck. Smell and bite slowly every inch of skin. Azka seemed resigned to my treatment. W-why am I being aggressive like this?

I don't know how long I've been doing it, until I fall asleep on her shoulder.

'Najma, I've been hard-earned to keep him in the know. Now you are sleeping without sin like this?', muttered Azka.

Azka put Najma's head on the pillow. Provide the most comfortable position for her.

Azan Ashar reverberated, Azka rushed ashar prayer after that he just left for his office.

"Side..", call Azka.

"I'm meeting at the office, Nana just went to bed. If he finds me, you say yes I leave at this hour."

"Oh, ready boss!"

"Nitip Nana yes Si! I don't know what time I'll be home."

"Yes sir."

Azka also shot towards the office that was incorporated with the hotel.

On the way, Rania called back.

[Why Ran?]

[Sorry sir, the plans are in the fox. Mr. Hamish canceled his meeting sir, he said just his son Mr. Hamish had an accident sir.]

[Owh.okey.yeah, thanks for the info Ran!]

[Together sir!]

Cancel the meeting, better go to papa's house. Inner Azka.

Now the car turned towards the housing complex of his papa in the elite area.

Azka's car horn greeted the security guard behind the gate.

"Ready Azka!"

The security guard also opened the gate that towering high. Azka's car was parked in front of the porch of the magnificent house.

"Assalamualaikum ma...pa.!", Azka said hello.

She saw her papa mama sitting in the living room.

"Getishalam."

Answer mama and papa compact.

Azka approached them, greeting them one by one.

"Kok herself, Nana where?", asked Mama.

"Home ma. Azka had wanted to meet with a client, but in the cancel so Azka directly here."

Papa's face is still flat. Mama was acting ordinary, meaning that she did not know the incident at school.

"Pah...!", call Azka.

Papa closed his reading book.

"Papa's decision is round!", said the father slowly but firmly.

"But pa...this is not fair pa...!", whine Azka.

"What the hell is that? Doesn't my mom know?", asked my mom.

"Just ask the same child just wayangmu ma!"

"Azka, what's going on? What's not fair?", you're getting curious.

"So.at school, Nana passed out. Nana is pregnant." Azka.

"Nana's pregnant?", mom's surprised.

"Papa decided to get Nana out of Ma's school."

"Papa?", mama's voice stiffened slightly.

"From the beginning, you said, don't touch your little wife. Papa loves Najma Ka, papa doesn't hate."

"If you don't hate, why did you decide to take Najma out of school? Najma wasn't wrong, I was wrong."

"Yes. The fault is just like you! Can't help but be patient for the next few months."

Mama is still a listener of the debate between her son and his father.

"Pa, Azka mature man. Najma is the same! We do it sincerely, with full awareness without coercion. We are also legal in the eyes of religion in the eyes of the law."

"Yes, you know but you know that Najma's exam is coming soon? Can't you use a pregnancy preventer or something?"

"Well...?", Azka was still whining like a child.

"What's the debate?", asked Mama. The two adults looked at each other.

"Tomorrow mama to the foundation, we will deliberate on how best to do Najma."

"Well, but papa.".", papa's speech was cut off.

"Udah, papa nurut aja mama!", mama was breezed away from the family room.

Thank you Mama, muttered Azka.