
The time that passes is precious for Kanaya to pass, although Kanaya is her only daughter, it does not make Kanaya spoiled or independent.
From an early age Kanaya has been taught both parents to live a disciplined life, because discipline is the key to success and success.
Right today, Sunday, a day off for people who go to school or work. Today Kanaya uses the time to laze around in the room, on holidays like this, Kanaya has no significant activity, because Kanaya Sunday and others do not go to school.
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According to Kanaya's mother, Sunday is like her usual days, because every day also has to cook and other homework. But for Sunday there is a little leeway, Mother Melati does not have to wake up early, this is more relaxed both can be silent, make out with her husband in the room.
"Oh, long time ago, we weren't like this."
"Yes sir, I miss you and you are the same Father."
"Father misses too, Buk."
They both hugged each other very closely, even though they already had three large tails, not dampening the intimacy of the two.
"This miss, Buk."
"What Sir?"
"With Sunday the children are still in his room, let's repeat last night yuk." Said Mr. Bhakti seducing his wife, while his hands could not he, stroking his wife's long hair.
"Ahh Father! we're old, we still like to play ball." Her mother tried to hold her husband's hand.
"Father kangen, refuse the husband of sin you know, Buk." Bhakti said with his mainstay, making his wife unable to resist the wishes of her husband.
That morning, both of them passed the hottest morning for two lovebirds whose age has been said not easy anymore, but for both of them old age does not matter, because it is a biological need.
Both enjoy the ball game played by husband and wife, there is no fatigue, there is sweat pouring down both.
Mr. Bhakti was so passionate about kicking the ball, so good at propelling it into the goal. Not bored - both of them enjoy the sweet honey of victory, victory because of his goal in the ball, the ball is very slow Pak Bhakti enter it.
Repeated yelling filled his room, many styles, many styles that Pak Bhakti showed to his wife, making his wife klepek.
After being satisfied with the victory, the two seemed to regulate their breathing with sweat pouring down both.
They hugged each other, showering tons of kisses all over his wife's face. Afterwards the two fell asleep very fast, not thinking about their two children maybe because they were older and Sunday too.
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At 08:00 AM local time, Kanaya came out of her room. The atmosphere of his house was so quiet, Kanaya was wailing in search of the whereabouts of his parents, who usually had mothers struggling in the kitchen, Father watering the plants in front, and, there was no sign of life in his home.
"Where are you?" Kanaya Guman.
Kanaya propped her chin as her eyeballs glanced to the right and left, but there was no one at home.
"Aren't you awake yet." Kuman Kanaya
"His Mother's Tumbens have not woken up, as is not his custom." Kanaya said monologue with herself, but answered Kanaya herself.
Over time goosebumps, Kanaya's hair stands up, her face flushed red with the fear of dominating. Kanaya finally decided to return to her room, repeating her beautiful bobok.
"Hoshhhhh....." Kanaya covered herself with a blanket, which wrapped her body shivering in fear.
"It's scary early in the morning at home, like someone is walking" Kanaya said with a blanket in her hands very tightly, afraid that the blanket would sag.
"Zzzzzzzz...." Kanaya began to bob again, with her forehead slightly wrinkled, and her bobble a little uncomfortable.
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As usual, Rudi Sunday hanging out with his best friend, sometimes they enjoy his day off by fishing on the river not far from his best friend's house.
Rudi rushed to pitch his feet to get out of his room, Rudi wiggled in the corner of the living room that there was no one. All the lights of his house are turned off, where are they going?
"Ahhh stupid time." Rudi's mummy left his house.
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The two husband and wife who were not young again began to squirm their bodies,
the wife tried to get rid of her husband's hands that held her very possessive. His body was very tired, it felt tired, weak reluctant to wake up.
Her husband is still great at his ball game, his bones hurt like a crumble, but it still feels like what it used to be. When you remember the game just now, make her cheeks red and smile amusedly by herself.
Finished cleaning her body, Bhakti's mother came out of her hiding place, her eyes wobbly looking for her two children, but there was only silence, her house was quiet.
Bhakti's mother walks into the kitchen, Mother will be ashamed if the children know, her mother just woke up, and finished playing ball with her hair still wet.
His mother's mind was broken, for both were invisible. While Rudi's room was already open, Kanaya's room was still tightly closed, probably still sleeping.
Bhakti's mother cooks her breakfast menu, all lunch, the time has shown at 10:00 Wib. Working in the kitchen was his job, sometimes helping Kanaya.
Bhakti's mother is very good at processing various types of vegetables in the process of being a delicious and nutritious food.The two children really like the cuisine of his mother, his mother, rarely do they snack outside except at home there is no new food bought outside.
Finished cooking and putting the dishes on the table, Bhakti's mother entered her room to wake her husband up.
The door opened showing the figure of her husband who was still sound in her dream, Bhakti's mother walked up to her husband, intending to wake him and his body in the hands of her husband. The two overlapped each other, both eyes met, enjoying the roar of both breaths.
"Father still wants to, Buk."
"Feeding, sir! I'll get ya."
"Not."
"What?"
"Main ball, Buk."
Bhakti's mother immediately rose from her husband's pierihan, trying to get up and out of the room, could-be his brain was not sane for a long time in the room.
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Kanaya awoke from her sleep, rubbing her eyes to adjust the light that entered her room.
"It's already noon."
"Kanaya forgot about breakfast! it's worth the stomach rumbling to be filled."
After taking a shower, Kanaya went out of the room to the dining table that had presented several food menus. Kanaya began to eat voraciously, her rice alone until the straws at the corners of her lips.
"Alhamdulillah be full."
After eating and washing her dishes, Kanaya sits in the living room to watch a television show, which may be an interesting tourist destination in Solo.
Kanaya is very focused on watching the television screen, but already beside her there is her Father sitting sweetly next to her. While the mother chose breakfast at the dinner table alone, her stomach was already singing with a loud voice.
"It's tired, it's limp." his mother muttered