
"Say, your back hurts?" Omel Sarah, but still resigned to let Raka carry him to the room.
Raka, with his cake, dropped his wife on a large wooden cot with a soft bed.
The bed was so classic, from oak.
"A...!" Sarah shouted a little.
Raka pulled the gray sweater she used, leaving behind a thin t-shirt. Then nonchalantly he sat on the bed precisely in front of Sarah, showing her back.
"Touch me here..." He casually pulled onto his thin t-shirt.
Sarah saw her husband's behavior.
Sarah's fingers lifted, creeping on her husband's back and massaging him gently.
"Ugh.it feels so good." Raka looks so enjoyed it.
"Darling..." Raka suddenly called out to Sarah.
"Hm..."
"You remember 5 years ago when we were in Leiden."
"Which one?"
"When you hugged me from behind the first time and said.I was really waiting for you and was tired of waiting for you. It was the first thing that made my heart feel out of place." Raka chuckles.
"Akh, don't remember.I'm ashamed to remember that..." Sarah pinched Raka's back with a pink face.
"Do you want to do it again?" Pinta Raka without looking.
"I don't want to..."
Before Sarah continued her rejection, Raka had pulled Sarah's hand down her armpit, pulling Sarah's body docked to her back, letting Sarah's arm hook up to her shoulder.
"Darling, you know, my chest was pounding hard at the time, but I only had a glass of cocktail. Not because your embrace was so tight that it made her short of breath, but an outpouring of strange feelings that I could not express. Since then I can only think, I never want to let you go again." Raka kissed the back of Sarah's hand that was on her shoulder affectionately.
"Buck!" Sarah was wrong for a moment.
"I'm serious, since that first night of beauty, I marked you from head to toe. I won't let you go for anything in my entire life." Raka turned around, then hugged his wife tightly.
Cold weather, snow falling visible from the glass window, white between the dim lights of the room terrace.
"Wear your clothes, baby.The air will be very cold." Sarah whispered while rubbing Raka's back using only the thin t-shirt.
"I don't need any more clothes, because you're warmer than a coat." Raka pulled Sarah's face, admiring it for a moment before then her lips drew closer, approaching Sarah's lips which were grinned at her.
A few seconds later, their lips clashed, Raka's originally gentle kiss became slightly hot.
"Darling, your son is three but your behavior is like a newlywed." Sarah pulled her face with a tingly look.
"Your son is three but it feels like I'm falling in love with the afternoon girl who met me for being forced to be my bride." Raka gave a small laugh, his hands would not stand still, infiltrated into Sarah's coat, trying to let go.
"Darling, it's too late for that."
Whisper Sarah, with glaring eyes.
"Honey.please tell the naughty cuckoo, the night is still long.Patiently a little, the children just haven't slept." Sarah pushes Raka's body smoothly, but the one being pushed is getting stickier like a stamp.
"Kids are busy with Grandpa and his grandma. One round before dinner." Whisper Raka with a hoarse voice, typical of a backward daddy who is burning passion.
Buk up!Buk up!Buk up!
"Daddy..mommy! Daddy...." The boisterous sound from behind the door made Sarah and Raka bite their lips respectively. Rae's voice, Rei and Ry's screech make Raka stay on the spot.
"Jeez, those kids..." Raka pulled her body, grabbed her sweater and hurriedly put on it.
A moment later the door opened wide, the three sweet faces stood there before then scattering onto the bed.
"Daddy, grandma says, dinner is ready, call mom and dad, please..." Rae speaks like an adult by imitating the style of Charlotte his grandfather's wife.
"Okey, darling.daddy coming." Raka came down from the bed with her lips widened, though her eyes were splashing funny as if she had just fancied from a game she loved so much.
"Mommy, Ry eat chocolate..." Ry showed Sarah his teeth with a frenzy, Rei busy himself holding two chocolate cupcakes in his hand.
"Grandfather said, Cup cake can be eaten after dinner..." He looked at the cake in his hand with an impatient look.
"Let's have dinner before we decorate the Christmas tree tonight." Sarah got out of her bed, tidied up her clothes, grabbed the hands of her little girls and was ready to move.
"Darling.given it tomorrow, Christmas is still three days away. We have to go to bed this night "Raka blinked her eyes at Sarah, gesturing, about something else that matters more.
"But daddy, we want to decorate the Christmas tree." Ry's cherry blossomed while jumping up and down, followed by his sister Rei.
Sarah chuckles at Raka who finally succumbs to her daughter's request.
"When will the honeymoon happen, baby...?" Raka got out the door, following Rae who had already tugged at her hand.
A smile was present on Sarah's lips, how funny to see Raka's behavior that was no less adorable than her three children.
There is nothing more beautiful than being with our little family, wherever it is.
The greatest love is in our own family.
Family is everything, but sometimes it can be hard to tell how much your loved one means to us. A supportive husband and wife is the greatest force for building a family that, though imperfect but complementary, is.
The house must be an anchor as a marker of our stopping place because there is a family as a port in the storm, there is also a roof available for our shelter.
Home is a fun place for us to live, unwind and unwind from the million activities and pressures of life because it is only inside our own home, we will feel loved and we can love as sincerely as possible.
The warmth in the family is not measured by the size and size of the house, but the breadth and the amount of love and happiness that occupy the house.
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