My girlfriend is my brother-in-law
That's adorable

Ardi leaned his body on the back of the sofa, his mind getting more and more muddled after his debate with Monic just a moment ago. Zahra who had just accompanied Rasya to sleep now returned to her room, she saw her husband who was still wearing the same clothes.

“What are you talking about with Brother Monic?” Zahra sat down next to her husband.

“About Rasya.” Ardi replied with such a heavy tone of voice. The man could not imagine how his life would be without Rasya beside him. Although Rasya was born from a wrong relationship, but Ardi loved more than anything in this world. He does hate Monic a lot but not with Rasya who is completely innocent in the problems they used to face.

“What Kak Monic wants Rasya to stay with him?”

Ardi nodded slowly, “sayang, what should I do? Rasya looks so happy when Monic comes, he also has the desire to be able to live with his mother, but I will not be able to live far from my son,” he said sadly.

Zahra clasped her husband's hand, “kakak must be sure if Rasya will never leave sister,” he said.

“But fear exists, and I can't be sure of myself.”

“Are you not sure of your affection all this time? It was the older brother who had raised Rasya all this time, the older brother also devoted the affection of a father and also a mother to Rasya all this time. Big brother did not even let Rasya lack the slightest affection.” Zahra cupped her husband's cheeks with both palms, “ I'm sure Rasya would prefer an older brother over Monic, because all this time Rasya felt was his very sincere Papa's affection for him,” added.

Ardi smiled, he then hugged his wife's body very tightly, “belasih, if there is no you maybe I've been desperate,” he said.

“Better now sister take a bath, after that we have dinner, I'm hungry.”

“How about Rasya?”

“She's asleep.”

“Darling, did Rasya say something to you?”

Zahra nodded slowly, “later I'll tell you everything, but now big brother take a shower first. big brother smells wry,” his lead.

Ardi kissed the thin lip flash of his wife, “bau-bau gini you also like,” godanya.

Zahra wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, and kissed her husband's lips, which looked so tempting. Ardi replied to his wife's kiss, the hot kiss lasted long enough, until Zahra finally ended it first.

Zahra looked at her husband's two beautiful eyes, “Kak, we'll get through all this together, so you don't have to worry, we leave everything to Rasya. Brother just needs to be sure of the older brother's son,” he said.

“I'll trust Rasya.” Ardi then moved from his seat, “sayang, accompany me to take a shower yes, I want to shower with you,” he said spoiled.

Zahra shook her head, “I've taken a bath, Sis. don't be spoiled, Rasya alone can bathe himself, Papa must be bathed, right embarrassed,” ledeknya.

“Yes different baby, if I also need something for the jerry,” said Ardi while moving both eyebrows up and down.

Without thinking, Ardi pulled Zahra's hand and took her into the bathroom. The hot temperature in Ardi's body now radiates to Zahra's body. The turmoil in their bodies gets more intense with the increase of desire in them.

Since the unification of their love in the hotel at that time, whether it had been how many times they always do the hot struggle. Ardi and Zahra hope they will soon get the results of their love union.

The bathroom door started to open, Zahra came out from inside the bathroom with a pouting face, while Ardi came out with a sparkling face, she felt very satisfied, she felt very satisfied, moreover, the struggle occurred not only once.

“Darling, why are you still pouting like that, didn't you enjoy it too?”

Ardi hugged his wife from behind and kissed her unclosed shoulder. The smell of vanilla smelled from Zahra's body makes Ardi feel comfortable. The woman's body is like an opium as well as a drug to relieve stress in her mind.

Zahra opened the wardrobe door to take her clothes and also her husband, “bad sister is with me, she said only once after that already, this is it. Tired, Brother, I,” he lamented.

“I want you to get pregnant immediately and give a sister to Rasya, don't we have to keep trying, if necessary after dinner we continue again,” Goda Ardi while moving both eyebrows up and down.

“Kak!” zahra screeched while snorting in annoyance.

“So sure you want to cook? If you are tired, I can warm the food that Mama made.”

Ardi shook his head, “I will masakin for you. You just sit sweet, wait for the cooking to mature,” he said.

Zahra nodded her head, pulled one of the dining table chairs and sat down. She saw her husband wearing a floral apron, adorable, she thought.

Zahra had once tasted food made by Ardi, she also did not deny if her husband was good at cooking, even her cooking was still inferior to her husband's cooking.

“I did not expect that this sister turned out to be good at cooking,” praise Zahra while propping her chin with her right hand which she attached to the table.

“I used to live with Monic, I used to do nothing myself, so now I'm good at cooking.” Ardi was almost done cooking.

Zahra chose to be quiet if the thing she was talking about began to concern her husband's life together with his ex-wife.

Ardi turned off the stove, he then took out two dishes to put down his special fried rice.

“The smell is fragrant, it feels so good this, I can't wait to taste it,” said Zahra while swallowing saliva.

“Now you can directly eat it.” Ardi placed a special plate of fried rice in front of Zahra.

Zahra started scooping a spoonful of fried rice and then she put it in her mouth. The woman chewed the food inside her mouth slowly, she wanted to enjoy the taste in the fried rice. Slowly Zahra began to swallow it, “ini the most delicious fried rice I have ever eaten,” he said as he brandished his two thumbs.

Ardi smiled, “ baby thanks, I'm glad you like my cooking,” he said then began to enjoy his fried rice.

“If my brother always works I like gini, over time I become lazy to cook. Because sister's cooking is even better than my cooking.” Zahra put a spoonful of fried rice back in her mouth.

“I do not mind to always masakin for you, because I really want to spoil my wife,” Goda Ardi while poking Zahra's nose.

After they finished eating, they returned to their room. They got on the bed and leaned on the bed rest. Zahra propped her head to her husband's shoulder.

“Kak, Rasya asked me earlier. Am I going to change attitude to him after we have a child.”

Ardi scrunched his forehead, “why did Rasya ask like that? Did Monic deliberately want to poison Rasya's mind again?” tanyakanya.

“I know what Rasya is feeling right now. She just felt the affection of a mother, maybe she does not want the affection it in for others.”

Ardi clasped Zahra's hand and kissed her, “then what's your answer?” tanyakanya.

“That's not going to happen, brother. Even though I have my own child from sister, my affection for Rasya will never change. I will share my affection and attention.” Zahra changed her position to face her husband, “but, sister. It seems Rasya is not ready to have a sister, then what should we do?” tanyanya.

“Honey, you take it easy, I will give Rasya understanding little by little. I don't want to delay anything, let alone my age which is no longer young.”

“But, Brother. I'm afraid Rasya will hate me later, especially when he knows his Papa's affection also begins to divide later,” said Zahra worried.

Ardi hugged Zahra very tightly, “least Rasya must understand, so you don't need to be as anxious as that, besides we also have to be extra trying so that soon there is a fetus in your stomach this, you know,” he said while gently rubbing Zahra's stomach.

Zahra rounded her eyes perfectly when the hand that had originally rubbed her stomach was now starting to creep up and touch her sensitive area. The thin lips began to let out a whimper after a sigh that made Ardi even more excited.

And that night the heat struggle was repeated again, although it felt like refusing because his body was so exhausted, but the body was not as thoughtful as his mind. The woman's body needs more than Ardi's warm touches. For Zahra, the struggle had been his routine all night, and there was no word of boredom for the long and hot struggle.

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