Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Distract

To be honest, by the time we took the trip home, along the way, though on one hand I felt so happy because of the presence of a tiny baby in my arms, I could still feel the agitation stirring my entire stomach. The reason is, the question of how people's views and the rumors that will spread later when we get home, just keep swirling around in my mind. Moreover, of course, upon our arrival at home, the family and office employees must have been crowded to arrive for the Mahesvara family open house event. Yeah, well, please be advised, this is my first time, I've never been in this position before, and this is my experience, not someone else's. How can I relax? Moreover, before going to the clinic, HansH and I deliberately did not tell our intentions to the family members. Somehow they will react.

Hmm, I can't avoid it, and I know it's not necessary. More than that, HansH does not want us to avoid or cover up about Malika who is now in our care. In other words, HansH deliberately wanted people to know about this.

"Let everyone know. It's not good to be covered up either" HansH said, trying to calm me down next to him on the passenger seat. "If it's plainly better. We don't have to bother explaining about Malika to the public, let alone over and over again, right? The good dark ones are with you. Dying in the room. On our bridal bed."

Iyuuuh. You perverted husband! But, after all, his bed jokes were able to make me laugh. More than that, I knew HansH was purposefully aiming to distract me.

"Know no," said HansH, grinning and managing to make the red hue on my face glow again, "I was thinking, how about when we're having fun making love again, again the heat of fighting, suddenly Malika cries because of hunger, you must immediately ask to stop." HansH glanced at me - - where my brain immediately imagined the scene in my imagination, the two of us who were bathed in sweat with hot skin*, he was inside me, he was inside me, drunk in passion and desire, plus, being fiercely attacked me, suddenly Malika cried because of hunger, surely all activities must be stopped. My laughter immediately broke, imagining HansH grimacing, while I quickly put on a bath coat and gave Malika a pacifier of formula. And HansH will grimace himself on the bed, under the blanket that covers the center of his passion which he is forced to hide.

Ahaha! I laughed at the thought of this super funny scene.

"It must be amused to see your tormented face," my lead.

"How about we just use a babysitter? To help you, right?"

"No! I don't want to. Time to take care of one child must wear a babysitter? Am I a career woman?"

"It's okay, dong. What if not career women but use the services of a babysitter? Where's the fault?"

"Not wrong, anyway. But I don't want to, ah. Let Malika be a hundred percent big with my hands. Horrified, you know! Later there is a babysitter even wrong kelon."

"meaning?"

"Think of it yourself."

"I'm a real man, honey. I'm tested to death."

"Oh.. whoa...."

"I'm serious...."

"Yes, yeah, yeah. That means from now on you have to look at the situation before you ask me to make love. Don't let it happen like that. Okay?"

HansH gnashing naughty. "OKAY. Anything for you, Mama Darling. I love you."

Aaaaah. It was as if a swarm of butterflies was tickling my stomach.

"I love you too, dear Papa."

And I'm back giggling.