My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Accepting It Pleased Heart

The direction of the wind had changed, damply caressing the face. The earth goddess longs for the warm embrace of the sun. Even with a woman who was straightening her body on a bed chair made of bamboo, was longing for her lover. Letting the curtain that framed the window sway in the wet wind, beyond the drops of water as fast as a bullet shot, was raining down on the earth.

Sighing in annoyance, he got up and grabbed the shutters to close them, the biases of the water began to mischievously hit his face. Although only as big as dust, but over time his face felt wet. Disturbing the pleasure of the woman who is reading an online novel. Still with a grumpy face, he approached the door of the room, stretched his head to check on the condition of the father who seemed to be able to fall asleep after the treatment therapy he had lived three days ago.

Smile expands, he turned his steps back to the couch that made him lazy to move all day. Since Pita was declared pregnant and had to rest a lot, Naja replaced her circle accompanied Edi to chemotherapy. Even with this time, Naja left her job and her husband to take care of her father.

“Na ... gas is exhausted ...” Just now Naja will lay her body back on the cot, Wasi called out with full energy from the direction of the kitchen. His half-collapsed body, he stood up again. The rain still cheerfully railed against the earth, while his body felt reluctant when it came into contact with the cold outside that made his body creep. However, he immediately grabbed the wallet, helmet, and raincoat he was wearing. There was no way he would let go of his mother's orders. After all, all day he was just lounging on the couch.

“Wear a raincoat and helmet, Na .. later rain you even hurt, where all day you have not eaten! Is today's mother's cooking not the same as your taste?” Wasi heard Naja stepping towards him, he was still busy picking up the gas canister that was still connected to his hose. Not intending to turn to his daughter who he believed was pursing his lips.

“Again males eat, Bu .. ngga laper.” She approached her mother. At first glance he glanced at the frying pan perched sweetly on the stove. The cuisine that was prepared this morning is still intact, untouched. He's really not hungry.

Wasi stood up while holding out the empty tube into Naja's hand, fixedly staring at his daughter. “Tomorrow to go home .. later you will be thinner if you miss out even longer!” Wasti ended his words with a breath. He quite understands, the romance of his son is still passionate considering the age of their marriage which just stepped six months.

Naja returned his mother's gaze, a little annoyed. “I'm not kangen Excel, Mom ... just not a laper, all day 'kan I just doang tambahan .. ngga-ngapain.”

Wasti dilates her eyelids, “How many times have you said, don't call your husband like that!”

Naja distanced his face with contorted lips, “Ih .. he just didn't mind, kok ..”

Passing away quickly, he opened the kitchen door wide, letting the noise of the rain drown the sound of Wasi still nagging Naja.

Pores all over Naja's body brushed for a moment when the cold wind again penetrated the raincoat he was wearing. Naja exhaled, pumping the courage to get through the rain.

***

“Mbak, gas is there?” Naja stretched his head into the shop which was on a big road junction without taking off the raincoat and helmet he was wearing, but the shopkeeper seemed to recognize Naja well.

“There, Na ... twenty thousand.” The woman who was heavily pregnant looked as close as Naja. He grabbed the three-kilogram gas cylinder that Naja gave him along with the twenty-thousand dollars tucked in Naja's finger.

“Take it yourself, yes, Na ... it's in the outer corner!” Yul, commonly called, shows a pile of gas cylinders in the corner of the terrace with an iron fence as a barrier.

“Iya, Mbak ..” Naja nodded and stepped carefully because the terrace was so slippery because of the rainwater.

“You're pregnant too, Na? Be careful, the road?”

Yul's question made Naja look at her glance and shake her head. “Numbered, Mbak.” A smile that I don't know what it means, stretched across Naja's lips.

“Do not delay pregnancy, Na .. young age is not a reason for a woman delaying her pregnancy.”

“I did not procrastinate, kok, Mbak ..,” cetus Naja honest. Suddenly his heart was ignited to hear Yul's words that seemed to corner him.

“Then, you must not be fertile, tomorrow a check with the obstetrician, Na .. fear there is a problem with your uterus!”

Naja was silent, he turned his attention to the raindrops that splashed onto his feet. His feelings were disturbed, his heart was not fine. When someone is teasing about pregnancy. Suddenly she wanted to get pregnant.

Ah ... tomorrow I have to go home.

***

The door was pushed from the outside, featuring a tall figure that almost touched the upper frame of the door. “Night, my dear ...,” a wink, when the woman in front of him turned her head quickly and displayed a surprised expression.

“Kok you are following?” stupid question that makes Excel sniff his neck.

“Do not like?”

Naja squandered his footsteps in a hurry, “I'm just too happy ..” without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Excel's waist until Excel was drawn into the room. Naja's legs tiptoed when she wanted to reach her husband's lips, but Excel stayed away because the door was still open.

Securing the door with his feet, Excel immediately devoured his wife's pale lips. If it is not the miss who began to mischievously move it, why come all the way here?

Typical decap-decaps begin to enliven this room. So dusty that the negligee with a wrinkle around the neck was easily dropped. It's chilly? He had already pulled over in embarrassment, the heat from the bodies of the two people could even ripen an egg.

Naja's legs pushed her body to jump, entangling her husband's body with her small legs. Excel gasped, how many days did he not meet, his wife began to be naughty and aggressive. That's how long it is, isn't it? Or is there something else? Waita minute.

Excel ended his colony, but Naja continued to hunt Excel with a breath of stinginess and fog of passion. “Hei-hei ... Slowly, we still have plenty of time. Why are you?”

Excel's hand cupped the side of Naja's head and held it.

“Let's make a baby ..!” cetus Naja with his chest up and down, making the still-framed occupant look round seductive.

Excel smile restrained. “A ready to be mom?” Naja nodded and tried to free himself from the clutches of Excel's hand. “Yakin?”

Back nodding and storming, Excel greeted his wife happily. He held the body that was still attached to him. With pleasure. Inner goddess Excel cheered happily.

The mattress that was chained was getting sloshed down even more as the two men struck him gently. Back together, the two took off the distance and let the breaths exchange.

The thought of Yul's words again ranted, Naja closed, trying to enjoy her husband's treatment. But failing, suddenly his feelings were bland. What if she is infertile and has no children? While he did not delay it.

Naja's stomach churned, he immediately opened his eyes and closed his lips. “Stop, Cel ... I want to vomit.”

Excel chokes when its mouth is full. He took it off slowly. He blinked. Is that true? He stared at his lower body which was instantly limp.

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