My Babysitter, My Ex-Love
Like a Dream for Raffa

...CHAPTER 41...

...Like a Dream for Raffa...

At half-time, Raffa had just woken up. His lips curved up a smile exuding happiness. How is he unhappy? Waking up he was already presented by the beautiful scenery before his eyes.

His wife already looked fresh by wearing her beautiful dress in front of the makeup mirror. The woman was busy drying her wet hair that had just finished shampooing.

It seems like Raffa has been widening for a long time. In times like this, Raffa always missed when he was single father. There was a wife figure beside him as he woke up from sleep, and whatever needs were already there to prepare. Then when you want to leave and go home to work, there will be someone who welcomes him with a smile.

Aah, it felt like this was a dream for Raffa as if he had re-awakened from his long slumber.

Lyra turned her head back, after she realized that her husband was awake and visible from the reflection of her mirror.

Raffa looked at Lyra unblinking as she lay sideways with her plain chest.

Recalling again about the activities last night, both cheeks Lyra met red. Last night was his first experience.

"Why do smiles see me so much? Don't you get up and take a shower?!" tangent Lyra who immediately turned her shy face and then continued to dry her hair with a hairdryer. Pretending to ignore her husband.

"I'm so lazy to take a bath, when I see an angel in front of my eyes.." his passion commented on his sweet smile.

Lyra blushed, again and again Raffa was good at beating it up. But the sweet words of Raffa managed to make Lyra's heart become a clamp.

"Have taken a shower, we'll be late to take Keyla to school. We promised, let our daughter have fun while you're away from work." instead.

"You should have woken me. So we can take a bath together." - timpal Raffa, with a slightly irritated face because it was not awakened.

As she remembers, she always woke him up and took him to take a bath together. Lyra may not be used to it. This was the first day Lyra became a wife.

Lyra was shocked to hear it. Shower together? the pekikin' in heart. His mind gets dirty just thinking about it.

"I've woken up from earlier, but look at you sleeping so much I don't have the heart. I think I'll wake up later! Yes already, mumpung now you're awake, quick shower first. Let me finish the bed. I'll prepare breakfast for you later." he said.

Lyra got up from her seat after she finished drying her hair. Then put the hair dryer to its original place.

After that, prepare clothes for her husband. Look for it in the closet and put it on the head of their bedroom sofa.

"Eh, even diem. Take a bath." she said again because she saw her husband who had not moved at all in his bed.

Lyra approached her, stalling her hand towards her husband so that he would immediately get out of bed. "Let's not be lazy again, later bad luck!" insist again.

Raffa smiled broadly at his wife's chattering, then he pulled his wife's hand quickly until her slender body fell right on her lap.

"In a moment, I'd like to name my wife first.."

"Mass. but, ahh emmm.." sighed Lyra shut her mouth holding back the tingle.

Raffa made whatever he saw from his wife's body. Cheeks and neck. Then the last one smeared his wife's ranum lips.

It feels like Raffa wasn't satisfied making love to his wife last night. His wife's body made him very addicted, feeling eager and wanting to continue enjoying it.

"Five more minutes..." Raffa again devours Lyra's voracious red lips. Smash it without pause.

"Hmmm...!"

"Mama Papaaa!!"

Both pairs of their eyes glared in surprise, hearing Keyla's cry calling out to the two of them behind the bedroom door.

Tok tok tok tok

"Mamaaa.." cried the little girl again.

"That's what I said!" lyra grumbled, annoyed and laughing amusedly. "Hurry to your bathroom!" Lyra encourages Raffa's body to rush into the bathroom.

Raffa breathed in his annoyance, lazily he put on his sleeping pajamas, then got out of bed. Raffa had to go to the bathroom.

Lyra shook her head smiling at her husband's behavior that was back upset because he was always disturbed by his daughter.

After tidying her hair and clothes again because of her husband, Lyra rushed to open the door of her locked room. Lyra smiled happily at her daughter who was ready in her school uniform.

"Good morning, dear... My mother's daughter is very beautiful, she is ready... Muach muaach, the fragrance..." Lyra kissed both of her stepdaughter's cheeks with anxiety.

"Mom, why did you open the door so long ago?" tanyanya, frown.

"Oh, that's Mama was looking for Mama's hair first." he replied clumsy.

"Emm, Key wants to have breakfast Mah, Keyla's stomach is laper than before." he took it out while holding his stomach which sounded like a sound.

"Oh pity Mama's son, yes you have waited at the dinner table first yes. Mama wants to make the bed for a while."

"Okay Mama..." Keyla said she ran small towards the dining room.

Heard his starving daughter. Lyra hurriedly tidied up her bed, then rushed off to the kitchen. Prepare the ingredients that he will cook quickly and not too complicated.

Although there are already Bi Sumi and two maids at her in-laws' house who are definitely already serving delicious food. But Raffa and Keyla had agreed that they would eat the food Lyra cooked every day, if Raffa had officially married Lyra.

Since the father and son often play to Lyra's house. They enjoyed every dish Lyra served, and both were equally addicted to her cuisine.

Raffa. Lyra cuisine is very delicious even no less delicious with the cuisine in restaurants and restaurants that he often comes to.

Maybe this is the difference that was not owned by Dania before, his first wife did not have the talent of that one.

Raffa cheered his smile happily, seeing his deft wife take the rice and food that had just been cooked for him as well as his daughter attentively. For him it was like a dream. The dream that he had hoped for, had a whole family again.

Raffa is grateful for having a wife as good and beautiful as Lyra. Even Lyra was really fit to be a connecting mother to her daughter.

Seriate....

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