Mother to My Children
Chapter 70

When the Bara was mowing the grass, a big motor entered the yard.

"Why brother?" ask Varel who just got off the big motor owned by Bara. He laughed, not believing what he saw.

"Shut up!"

"Hahaha it turns out that the sweet elf managed to also knock down the sturdy mountain of ice cubes. Oh, my God, if people have bucin gini very yes, it must be in this century," Varel pulled out his phone to take pictures of his brother-in-law.

"Dare to take photos, bear the consequences! And don't call my wife like that again, or I swear your tongue is sprained" Bara said, sweat was already pouring because the sunlight was really unfriendly that morning added again in the Varel ledge, the more burning it felt.

"Eits, calm down kak, rich santuy on the beach, don't be angry all the time. Who told me to come here to take care of who brother's moge? Not thanks,"

"Here you go!" expel Bara.

"Let's play throw away, don't you drink first? Which brother-in-law?" dingukan.

"Again, go, go before.Fira returned," said Bara.

"Ck, afraid of his wife. Yes, I'm gone,"

"Hem" Bara said.

As soon as Varel left, the angry Bara took off the shirt he was wearing and left the t-shirt alone.

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Finished with the business of the shop, Syafira immediately returned to her father's estate. From a distance he saw some girls who were watching Bara who was busy cleaning the yard. The girls seemed hysterical to see Bara who was only wearing a white sports daleman shirt. The sweat that soaked Bara's body made the girls swallow their saliva violently and it felt like screaming.

"Ehem! What are you guys doing?" ask Syafira ketus. She looked at her husband who seemed indifferent to the surroundings.

"Eh Syafira. Here we are again jogging, coincidentally through your house. That's who's Fir? Tumben there are handsome men in your house" said one of them.

"He's my husband, you guys missed the news yes" Syafira replied.

The girls whispered to each other, glancing at Syafira, not believing that their neighbor could have such a handsome and mature husband. Syafira rolled her eyes lazily hearing their whispers. Why, is there a problem if her husband is handsome and. Did he not deserve such a thing, it was not worth it from where he tried, Syafira was not out of thought.

"Excuse me, excuse me, I want to pass by," said Syafira aware of them if they were standing now covering the entrance to the courtyard of the house of Syafira.

With a sewot, Syafira broke through the horde of the girls.

"The Bara is in!" syafira was upset.

"Eh have come home Fir, break it again, the stage is still a little clean," Bara stood right in front of Syafira.

Syafira swallowed her salivary rough, it was fitting that the girls were very capable of seeing her husband, Syafira thought.

Bara turned his head towards the girls, he just realized there were them.

"Hi om, the sweat will be helped lap no om," chirped one of them, while the other smiles are unclear.

"Your friend Fir?" ask Bara.

"No, let's go in. Here is not good, there are candidates for pelakor seeds!" Syafira glanced dislikefully at them. She pulled the possessive hand of her husband. Bara simply complied, following the steps Syafira went inside.

"Baras why must take off the shirt earlier, deliberately yes to show off to those who pass by, yes?"

"So hot, it's getting hot, too. So I took off her shirt. Why the hell?"

"Not realizing it was seen until they were the same?" it turns out that her husband's sensitivity level is still low.

" Aren't you the one who told me to mow the grass, how angry are you?"

"Yes but do not wear undressing also mas time, or deliberately fishing?"

"What fishing, baby? It was really hot, you know it's hot outside,"

"You jealous?" Bara pulled Syafira's waist until it stuck to his sweaty body.

"Jealousy is only for people who are not confident" said Syafira imitating the words of her husband at that time.

"Yes yes. I'm wrong again, sorry,"

"Yes, take a bath there stinks of sweat" Syafira covered her nose.

"But no change of clothes" said Bara.

"Wear daddy's shirt?"

"Is there anything that fits me?"

"Later to find it,"

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"Don't be in the dress, this is your shirt that you choose" said Bara. She felt insecure about her appearance wearing her late-in-law's slightly oversized t-shirt and shorts.

"Who laughs anyway, my people are silent from earlier," said Syafira held back her laughter, not because of her oversized clothes, because the article wants to wear clothes like what her husband still looks handsome, not because of his oversized clothes, no cans were indeed the man's good looks, but the expression of her husband that made her want to laugh.

"Replace me to bathe," said Syafira passing Bara who still with a face of disbelief.

"Why didn't you ask Varel to bring you clothes, you idiot!" mummy Bara.

Fifteen minutes later, Syafira shouted from the bathroom near the kitchen.

Hearing Syafira calling out to him, Bara immediately rushed over. He saw that Syafira's head had poked out while his body was hiding behind the bathroom door.

"Why?"

"Which towel?"

"What I used,"

"Oh, I'll take it for a moment" Bara headed straight for the room to get Syafira's towel.

"One towel, make a rame-rame? Not bad," he muttered as he ran back to the bathroom.

"It!" He held the towel he was holding.

"Thank you" said Syafira.

Bara appears to be playing his phone when Syafira enters the room with just wrapped a towel around his body. Bara immediately turned his eyes to Syafira.

"Don't look at that, I forgot not to bring a change of clothes," said Syafira timidly.

"Nothing, are you shampooing? Did you finish the obstacle?" bara asked, he remembered before he went out of town and Shafira went away from home, Syafira was menstruating.

"Udah," replied Syafira nodding. Somehow asked like that by her husband, making Syafira traveling. Don't-don't...

Bara grinned at Syafira's reply.

"No need to wear his clothes now"Well right, Syafira's mind is not wrong. Must have wanted something.

"Why?" Syafira kept taking a change of clothes from the closet. However, Bara immediately moved quickly, he took the clothes that Syafira had just taken.

"Later put it on. Now I want to ask what is mine, what is mine," said Bara gently stroking Syafira's arm slowly.

Syafira was silent, sooner or later that moment would definitely arrive.

"Not ready?" ask Bara who saw the worry on Syafira's face.

"It's not so, but I'm scared. What if I'm pregnant?" asked Syafira innocently.

"Why afraid? There's a husband, a pregnant husband, too,"

"It hurts, doesn't it? According to the novels I've read, I can't walk,"

Smiling at hearing it. His wife is a victim of an online novel.

"It's not like that. Even if I can't walk later I'm carrying, in novels like that, right?" Shafira's hair was still half wet. Syafira fell silent again, as if she still thought of something.

"We just try, if it hurts you can ask to stop later. How's it?" bara said, his feelings began to rouse, he could not stand it anymore. Slowly he pressed his lips and kissed his wife's lips gently. It will do everything slowly so that Syafira is comfortable and addicted.

Bara guided Syafira towards the bed. His wife slowly downed his body without removing the pagutannya.

Bara took off the winding towel that was attached to Syafira's body.

"Don't mas," prevent Syafira from trying to cover her body back with the towel.

"Let's go, it's not good that there's a barrier," Bara pulled the towel and threw it away. He started his act to make Syafira a pleasure. Warm up as best as possible relying on the remnants of the memory of his experience of soan. Considering it's been a while he hasn't done it.

Syafira was really made intoxicated, her husband's gentle touches made her lose her mind.

"It's been," he said raucously, unable to bear when Bara played his sensitive part.

"Not yet to start, the time of hope," said Bara directly kissed the lips of Ranum Syafira.

And the goal-breaking event is ready to be done.

"Don't go back and forth, baby, can't go in if you keep going. Don't move" Bara said.

"Aaarrrhgh is slowly getting sick!" syafira Rancau.

Bara's forehead immediately shriveled, at such a time his wife called him Om.

"Not started yet, dear Fira, why have you been screaming?"

"Eh not yet?" Syafira just grinned.

"Then start!" syafira said spirit.

Bara began his action to break through the defense of Syafira.

"Slow om!" Syafira had already gripped both of Bara's arms. His face was already very tense.

Again Bara frowned and paused the action.

"Cock stop? Yes huh? What hasn't he?"

Hearing the ravings of Syafira Bara immediately silenced Syafira's lips with his lips.

"Don't call me anymore, I feel like an om-om who is muddling with Fir's chilies" said Bara frustrated.

"Hehe sorry mas, release,"

Bara tried again, Syafira's face this time more serious and tense, his hand gripped the bed linen firmly.

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💠💠Just like that first yes, just opening.continue later tonight before you break the fast, mas Bara first anyway who break the fast 🤭🤭. Hopefully tonight passes the review quickly...💠💠