Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 45 ~ (Pov Bima Sena on Flashback)
Just coming out of the bathroom, I was overwhelmed by the beautiful view of my woman.
Arimbi...
I never imagined he could be that tiny wearing my dirty shirt. Without wearing underwear, showing smooth skin over the knees.
That woman really has her own charm.
Everything, both his shyness, his silence, and his maturity that I realized too late.
I was weak to even imagine his face. I had to really hold back since snatching her first kiss.
She is so beautiful when seen at close range.
And when I remember how our first love was, how wonderful she was.
His groaning, teardrops, and red stains made me not want to get rid of those memories in my brain.
Speaking of red stains, I was afraid when the liquid dripped from Arimbi kewa*nitaan, my mind was confused because when I passed it with her biological mother Lala, she said, I didn't find that liquid coming out of any of Hana's body parts. But I knew that he was still Vir*gin, because I also found it difficult to penetrate his honor back then.
Four years of never thinking about s*x, I even forgot what it was like. But tonight, I feel it again. And Arimbi, he gave that pleasure a few minutes ago to perfection.
Once again, I was too late to realize everything about him. Especially about her sincerity to my little daughter.
Back to Arimbi who is currently kissing the phone, because I believe he is talking to our daughter using my phone. He didn't realize I was done cleaning.
Her body was in a rang when I gently touched her shoulder.
Simultaneously the sentence istighfar slid from his mouth.
I immediately stepped towards the bed after asking who was calling.
'Lala' answers from Arimbi.
Pulling the bedsheet that was stained, I replaced it with a new one. While Arimbi, I let him talk to his beloved daughter.
While doing my job, I eavesdrop on their conversation from behind the phone that has a voice that is hardened. I really like that.
Talk about many things between mother and child, which is often on the side of jokes and laughter.
Until a few minutes, just when I finished putting up the bed sheet and pillowcase I heard Arimbi's voice.
"Dad's done busy, Lala can talk to you"
A moment after saying that, he walked up to me and then thrust the phone into my hand.
"It's a mas"
I accepted it, and intended to speak in the kitchen. Before I actually went out of the room, I told her to go to sleep, because I knew she still had pain in one of her sensitivities.
I admit that she was quite strong, unlike Hana who continued to whine so effectively, she was even like a queen who only walked a few steps I had to carry.
Arimbi, you are something I never stop being grateful for.
While talking to my daughter, I fry frenchfries from so good.
"Dad can't forget, tomorrow pick up Lala"
"If you forget how?"
"But we can't forget"
"Okay, boy! I promise you I'll pick up Lala tomorrow"
"Truly yes"
"Yes dear ... Oh yeah, who was Lala bobo yesterday?"
"Sama mbak Cia, but now mbak Cienya has returned to the house of oma Nina, want bobo there he said, because the same oma opa Danu kangen much the same mbak Cia"
"Whose bobo tonight?"
"Bobo same opa same oma"
"Now Lala bobo! it's already night"
"Yes yeah"
"Don't be naughty with opa oma, can't ngrepotin oma, and must obey what the oma says"
"Yes dad"
"Yes, assalamu'alaikum"
"Wa'alaikumsalam father, greetings to the mother yes, Lala dear mother"
"Father chest"
"Bone"
Finished talking to Lala, I also finished frying the potato sticks.
I took her to the room, complete with mineral water.
When I arrived at the room, I found Arimbi daydreaming. The woman sat leaning against the headboard, with her legs outstretched and a blank stare.
I don't know what she's thinking, but my guess is that while she's reminded of what happened yesterday afternoon. Obviously, the incident must have been very mentally disturbing, but he was smart enough to control himself and his emotions.
I was really impressed by his nature.
"Honey" I deliberately called her that name so that she felt loved by her husband.
"M-mas"
"Your work continues to daydream. What if your office is like this too?"
"No" Denial.
When our gaze met, his eyes seemed puffy. But I don't want to discuss it, I prefer to discuss things that make him forget what he experienced.
"There was a greeting from Lala, said Lala dear mother"
"Wa'alaikumsalam" she said with a smile that I felt very forced.
I shifted my chair next to the bed, then sat down while enjoying the fries.
"It's a lie to Lala, isn't it?" He asked probing, while grabbing a stick of potatoes.
"How lying?"
"Mas told Lala that I'm busy until I don't come home and busy until night, that's why I left Lala in his op-house"
"You're really busy, aren't you?"
"How busy, I didn't even get into the office this morning"
"It's not just you, we're both busy, so it'd be nice if Lala's at home mommy"
"But you don't have to lie to your daughter either" he replied in a very funny tone. "Pity him"
"But my decision was right, right? If there's Lala, we can't do that"
"Do what?" This cute lady stuffed potatoes into her mouth nervously.
"First delayed night" I whispered, bringing our faces closer to the distance we were getting eroded.
While this axiom makes fries that had eaten Arimbi has not fully entered.
He must be nervous and his heart must be racing.
I looked at him deeply.
"W-what?" with a face that was red.
His cheeks were red whenever he felt ashamed. Either when I tease her, or when I'm sweet to her.
What an expression that makes me anxious and wants to eat his lips all over.
One second, two seconds, I again eroded the distance this time closer my mouth to his mouth.
This woman whose distance was not eroded was like holding her breath and then closed her eyes.
I wanted to laugh, but I could stand it. I want to prank him.
Then I held out my hand to touch the lehenya stem. In that instant I also bit the fries tucked into his lips.
"Don't netting Bi" I said as I flicked my finger at her lips. In a few seconds, he opened his eyes.
I'm sure my woman is back in the gerogi mood.
I, myself, smiled triumphantly, for it again managed to make him lose in a landslide.
Haha hates him.
My arimbiku, my young leaf, my wife of the world, my,
Who currently put on a pouting face with a pursed mouth while throbbing in the heart.
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