My Husband's Second Love
Episode 147's

Nehan kept smiling. If his lips were not a mold of God, would have been torn or widened ala Joker. Moreover, his lips on a thin-thin liptin smear. Looks moist with a little red.

Nehan's heart was pounding. Rumi's room that used to be occupied feels different now.

Nehan touched the bed sheet that covered the bed. Smooth pink soft made of satin, surely this bed sheet is still new.

It was still like before, when he opened the closet there were some clothes of his in there. He added some, because a while ago their separation forced him to take his clothes out of the house.

"Where's Rumi?" his head is out. Search through the window for a moment and then drown from the door. He sat back in bed impatiently.

The dresser hasn't changed much either. On top of that there are some facial care cosmetics belonging to Rumi that are not many in number.

Nehan stood near the dressing table, touched some of Rumi's cosmetics and muttered, "you are indeed beautiful Rum. It doesn't take much polish to accentuate your beauty."

"See what mas?" Rumi came with a kebaya that had been removed. Replace wearing negligee batik favorite costume.

Seeing his wife, Nehan rushed to sit on the edge of the bed, clapping his hands.

"Sit here."

"Not yet, Ken cried to see me. We'll be busy all day, until there's no time to watch the kid."

Rumi sat in front of the mirror while cleaning her makeup.

"You rest first, yes, I want to put Ken to bed first. Keep asking Sister Eny to come back to the parlor, pity Lita."

Approaching then gave a fleeting kiss on the lips before coming out.

"Well?! Rum...Rum!" nehan's helping hand was ignored by Rumi.

If Nehan had known Rumi was laughing in his heart because it was deliberately fishing and then left, surely her husband was more sulking.

Nehan glanced at the part of his body that was suddenly crowded because of Rumi's actions.

"Sorry yes.patience first for a moment," while fixing the position of the pants worn.

"Mother..." Ken was still sobbing from feeling neglected all day by his mother.

"Here's the baby's carrier..."

Ken hugged Rumi's body tightly in a sling.

"Ken doesn't like daddy. One day you were taken father did not want to share Ken," still sulking while still a little.

"Yes, you'll tell me you have to share with Ken..."

The toddler nodded vigorously, "Ken will want to powder the same mother."

rowdy...

"Emm.how if Ken powders the same uti, the mother's bed is small, it's not enough if Ken wants to powder the same mother with the father."

"Hua...Hua.., don't want to let the same powdery father uti," Ken's cry turned deafening.

The previous Nehan did not hear clearly. Forced out of the room ran to hear his son's cries.

Finally he was busy seeing his son who was being seduced to want to take a shower but continued to sulk from earlier.

"Why father's son?"

"No rival to his father. Already it takes care of your child, mother wants to clean the house first pity mbok Nah."

"Yes ma'am, come on Ken's with me."

"No way," shouted while hiding his head deeper into his armpits.

"Shower with father" persuaded Nehan again.

"Don't want to.dad go home, mother powder same Ken."

Rumi moved her eyes to code Nehan to leave.

"Yes.iya father came home," whispered Rumi as she stroked her son.

"Yes.this is my dad's coming home."

Nehan had to go back into the room.

If this is the story, you will not be able to enjoy this first night.

Competition with your own child...

Shouted Nehan in the heart while scrambling the hair that was still disheveled.

Musti find a way...

Nehan glanced at the stick that was leaning in the corner of the room.

Ah reason sick, keep saying his dad can't go home.

Smiling has a way out.

"Dad not come home yet?" ken asked to see his father still in the room.

Nehan put on a grimacing face in pain, "dad can't go home baby.dad is sick, his legs are sore," acting grimacing.

"illness?"

Ken was pushing to be lowered. The body of the cabi walked closer to his father.

"That's," Nehan showed me one of his legs.

"This?"

Nehan nodded. Uh, suddenly Ken blew the designated leg.

"wuf.wuf, already blown father, healed. Now I'm home."

Huh...?!

"Mother.." waved to Rumi, "dress, cold, dad can go home, his legs healed. Ken wants to powder the same mother."

Nehan looked down, her face bent, her eyes smirking like she was losing light. Somewhat more indeed, but whatever the name of the newlyweds want directly gas pol. Moreover, it has never felt and must fast for many years.

The first night, which was actually not the first time for them to be delayed. Nehan waited patiently for his son to fall asleep.

Tired of crying all day to be noticed and the boisterous atmosphere of the house makes Ken sleep soundly.

"Rome..."

"Hmmm," actually if I'm honest tonight Rumi also doesn't want to be disturbed. His body was like being beaten by the whole village, fretting with fatigue.

"Ken I moved into the corner huh. Let him near the wall."

"Don't, let him in the middle of the mas. Poor thing, only now feel the same sleep with father and his mother."

"But Rum..."

Rumi got off the bed, wanting to approach her husband who was sitting on the dressing chair. He shifted his body slowly avoiding the creaking sound of the bed due to the movement. Then she locked the door and hugged Nehan.

"Patience."

Nehan's head was firmly attached to Rumi's chest. It felt calming but also shook something previously quiet.

That burly hand wrapped around Rumi's tiny body. Slowly but surely moving rubbing and stroking his woman's back.

"You don't use Rum?"

Nehan's heart was racing faster.

"No, let it be free, all day wearing tight clothes to form the body."

"Why do you use a daster, Rum?!"

If you use a top or a t-shirt it is easier for my hands to nelusup there, hiks...

Rumi hit Nehan's back slowly, "not now mas, I'm tired. You still have a lot of rest."

Rumi cupped her husband's face. Saw it. Exploring all parts of the face that from the past until now is still his favorite.

Directing his bead of eyes at the pink lips of the man he loved so much. Then lift the kisses repeatedly.

Nehan simply resigned and smiled accepting the whole thing, "you're getting bolder."

"You know, I'm gonna change the way I love you. I'll do whatever I want with this body."

Moving his hands up and down explored Nehan's chest.

"I'll kiss these lips as I like and as much as I want."

Touching her husband's lips was soft.

"You just have to accept everything."

Rumi put down her butt and sat on Nehan's lap.

"mmm..."

"Rome..."

"What mas?" putting on a innocent face without sin.

"You forbid me from touching you tonight, but your attitude from earlier made my body rebel, Rum."

Nehan grabbed Rumi's hand and touched it on the hardened part of the body.

The eyes of both of them dimmed. Not doing anything, passion is already tempestuous.

Nehan brought his face closer. Looking at his wife's tiny lips. A small, wet kiss makes Rumi crumble.

The kiss turned into a soft lu_matan on Rumi's lips. Rumi's body wriggled enjoying the touch. When the two almost forgot themselves would promise not to do it tonight. Ken suddenly sat down.

"Mother..."

Both of them were shocked, Rumi was springing to his feet, Nehan almost fell down from the chair. Simultaneously saw Ken who turned out to sit while closed and then sleep again.

"We should sleep."

"Yes sleep, for tonight let Ken sleep in the middle between us."

"Yes," Rumi nodded and prepared to go to sleep.

Patience yes...

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