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A few days into the back of Azka's sleep cycle is hard to guess sometimes she can stay up all night like a bat makes me and Rama has to take turns looking after her .
" which ..mboy let me take care of you, you sleep first this is also already entered at dawn ..." Rama hugged me from behind and kissed my shoulder which part of his shirt was open because it was giving ASI, feeling like a seductress only .
" mboy again drink first a..lagian right today you must come early right, not to mention a few days you have a lot of work." I answered holding the burly arm that began to misbehave followed to explore the other twins.
" but you also need a break that.mboy also already ko , his sahur !!" kekeh Rama's.
" yuu .. daddy tepokin let bobo ...." Rama took over mboy.
Indeed I have been very sleepy , it seems that no need to schedule a diet or reduce eating in this way my body scales have gone down.
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" hi boy. pray daddy ya.mau jihad first !! rama exclaimed nyenggol cheeks gurgling Azka that I had bathed and maximum handsome while Azka turned and moved her limbs.
" hemm scented !!! " it was exciting again but instead of peeping Azka Rama instead of peeping and menguyel my cheeks with his lips, indeed my husband was born with all his fame and modesty.
" mode !!" I pinched his waist.
"...!!" screeching but laughing.
" want to go. just go, do a lot of mode, have children instead of insyaf even more become !!" my wry.
" that's why the rich manyun lips want to be wasted !!" said Rama.
" do...! mother's son is already in a storm, staying in the sun...!!" my spoken.
"not the ..wrong one ! daddy's son is already handsome and fragrant stay sedain chick !!" kekeh Rama's.
There is no father as great as Rama, teaching his son who has not even a month to seduce women.
" look out a...! don't teach macem macem to mboy !!" my threat.
" engga ko yang .. I just want to teach how to find a girl who is like her bundle ..which is beautiful if again fierce fashion, ..who likes nyubit....hot in bed, rawrrrrr....!!" Rama has run away..
" !!" I threw a pillow at the door that Rama had closed.
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Today Rama came home very late because he had to overtime and also check reports from the farm and RPH.
" heid...." Rama was surprised and panicked to see me sitting beside the bed hugging my knees and crying.
" o dear God ..why ??" her question put the bag and approached me, her servant had not been seka , the hand that used to hug me now know how to calm me , she embraced and patted my back.
I'm still as excited
" why cry ??" ask her "somebody bothers you, who ??"
I shook my head "I just felt tired a..I can't take care of Azka.." I complained indistinctly, of course Rama scrunched his forehead.
" what the hell are you talking about ??"
" i'm not acting on Azka, I don't want to be her mother ..." lamented again, the more messed up.
baby blues syndrome....
that's the information that Rama got, circumstances that are common to mothers who have just given birth there are several factors that cause it to happen but the cure is only support from the surrounding and also rest.
The doorbell rang, a man with a helmet and a jacket with the color of his helmet stood in front of the gate waiting for me, fortunately he did not ask me out if it was not certain he would end up in the ER.
" a package for Narasheila." he said.
" aren't I ??!" my answer.
package ??for me, it feels like I didn't order anything or was waiting for a package from someone else.
"what is neng ??" ask Ambu who talked about Azka
" ambu package !" I said "don't know from whom , the name is Restu.." I cried.
" look out for neng,bom...!!" kelakar.
I opened the package wrapped in a beautiful box of red tapes.
My eyebrows raised both of them,
" dress ??" my murmur spread out the contents in the box, a knee-length sleeveless dress in a green bottle .
But who's Restu?? and why would he send me such skimpy clothes ??
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My phone is shaking, chat notification from the owner of the heart
" the dress is dipake yes.sayang .wawan will anter you after isya, just prepare ASI recommendations for mboy so that mboy is as ambu first "
Apparently this skimpy dress from her daddy mboy.
" ambu's.. Nara wants to leave Azka for a while, Nara has stocked breast milk in a bottle if Azka is thirsty .." My permission is on the ambu and Abah who is sitting casually in the back gazebo enjoying old age at dusk...
" yes neng, may the dede be equally ambu same Abah...!!" answer the ambu sipping tea tubruk like a habit of ambu interspersed with a bite of wajit...
" where's granddaughter ,neng ??" ask Abah ." Azka in room, bah ...!" anask .
For a long time my hands have not polished the face with a combat tool on the dressing table, already like a girl who will be flanked by a girlfriend, after Maghrib I was in front of the mirror .
Last I wore a minimal dress given by Rama, but because of the night air I bandaged it with a sweater, my face was putty, it seems true said Rama became a mother of one child makes me more vibrating and sexy ...
Wawan has been like my personal driver, wherever I go often delivered Wawan.
" ciee...feeling rich is still a girl huh tea ??!" fashion Wawan.
I saw a building, and I knew Rama was on the roof top.
" tea ,wawan can only ante here aja .." said Lirih Wawan.
" yeah wan, thank you...!" smiling answers.
Wawan memelas stroked the chest ,beuhh his smile made the people of Adam clepek-clepek, unfortunately already have, why if the beautiful and sweet always sold out.
My index finger pressed the top floor button which was the rooftop .
elevator doors open, I walk open the exit door is clearly visible night view with lights twinkling from various buildings around here, night wind blowing through greet my smooth skin ,fortunately, the wind is intangible if if the wind is one of God's most handsome beings, maybe now his face is no longer shaped because it is rewarded by the bogeman of the owner of my heart on the other end,after this I will be scolded daddy mboy, who has given me clothes like this auto catch wind after coming from here.
tap.tap....
My smile grew at the end of which the male figure waiting for me smiled at me. He picked me up
" hey you ..so beautiful!!" whispered smile teasingly. Rama properly prepared everything with a mature set of romantic dining tables complete with food and candles
" what are you doing, sigh...a ??" I smiled broadly at all of this .
" candle light dinner." answered Rama please sit down .
" do you know what you think you want to do ?? keep the candle ??" answer me with narrowed eyes .
" what is sih ?? why don't you have dinner at home ??" many .
" once we go out only two so we can quality time." he replied.
He clasped my hand on a round table not too big ,
" thank you for being a great mother to Azka, a great wife to me, at the age of our marriage which is still corn-old and at a young age , ' ' he said ,you have proven that you are the right choice from God for me" he said
This man never runs out of poetic words like the poet of love, if Love has Rangga, if Milea has Dilan and Ainun has Habibie, I have Ramadan....
Every day the father of one child is increasingly trained to be a substitute for Kahlil Gibran, and I have to prepare my ears and my heart so as not to hysterically make it.
" i'm sorry if the end of the end is rarely taken care of mboy, rarely help you ..do not ever tired to be a wife and mother for me the same Azka." this time his eyes were far away staring deeply and seriously.
Do not know what Rama means, he has often expressed his love and gratitude especially since the birth of Azka. Rama got up from his seat and grabbed my hand to stand up and hugged me
" help me be a cool dad and a good husband to you and Azka" he added.
Rama ate wrong today, right ?? why be this busy .
" if you're tired of complaining to me, there's still me. Never feel tired yourself .." His hands always know what to do. My cheeks are starting to cool but warm in it because said Rama like a bonfire that always warms my heart so I never feel the cold of the mood.
" you're weird ! " i answered, but Rama laughed, apparently laughing at my cheek which he squeezed with his hand like a papau.
" thank you for the compliment !" kekeh Rama's.
" want a vacation, just the three of us ??" rama asked me I raised my eyebrows next door .
" when ??"
" after your puerperium is finished " replied Rama.
There is always a shrimp behind the bakwan, though it is rame and fun but there is always a mode in it.
" he...!" I'm squealing
" no afdol the ,kalo holiday ga break fast !!" the thrill is, it seems like the word vulgar already in the dictionary Rama and always pass the censorship.
I nodded, not bad, rather than just drooling because I saw people on vacation behind the gate of the house.
" you can only wear this shirt in front of me, which ....!!" his weakness.
After all, who would wear this skimpy outfit if not Rama who gave and on his permission anyway .
" after this daddy must be responsible if I catch a cold because I have given minimal clothes gini !!" shirihku
Rama fused my forehead and forehead until his breath swept across the skin of my face, carrying both my hands to his neck. The soft nape of his neck gave the sensation of drifting even though there was no romantic music, only the sound of vehicle noise from the street under the building, Rama closed his eyes .
" today belongs to both of us, who !!" his great-grandson.
Fortunately, I am still in the puerperium if not I have been battered all out by him .
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My eyes blinked, since having Azka sleep I could not be as sound as usual , I was trained to be a mother on standby , I turned to look beside Rama out of place ,I rolled my eyes and saw Azka being diapered by Rama.
Hey you guys ..Is there anyone like you out there ?? even with someone's life I won't exchange this moment ...
In the middle of the night Rama accidentally woke up because he wanted to keep Azka, and sure enough his son had to change diapers.
Pan*tat semok Azka the more the scales more horrendous mother posyandu cadre mother because it rose continuously on the clap and rubbed Rama, I got out of bed and hugged Rama from behind , ' I got up and hugged Rama from behind , it's appropriate that Rama always hugged me from behind because it was a comfortable position especially if the sandarable hugged, but if I don't seem to be sandarable my body is smaller than Rama. My hand crept in Rama's armpits and hugged his chest, touching and rubbing it gently
I took a sip of the masculine aroma of wood and Citrus mix that always stuck to Rama's body
" when did you wake up ?" my many.
" it was one o'clock !" I looked at the clock on the wall for 45 minutes.
" do you get me up ??"
" you again look like a very cape, later if mboy asked for a drink or a meal I just built "he replied
" do you wake up ??" ask Rama back.
" it's cold ..! usually someone hugs to be an angel...!" my answer is origin , imitating the style of Rama mode. I was like a golden age child no matter how Rama I was a good imitator.
" pinter mode is it ??!!" Rama pinched my nose slowly
" learn directly to the teacher !!" myrag..
Azka has returned to sleep , indeed this one child is rarely fussy, impressed the child who is a henchman and very understanding makes it easier for me to move.
" yuu bobo again !! will I kiss or I'll explore let bobo ??" bargain ,menina bobokan mana model where it is .
" nga ! good at you ain't good at me ain't no bobo but sighed !" chortled.
" sigh after legit !!! the reward !!" answer .
I positioned my sleep sideways with Rama holding me behind me, his arms never absent hugging me
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hay hay gangs sorry mimin not up 2 days yesterday did mimin go home village because there is a family need, and there is very difficult signal and does not allow to update the story ,still stay with aa same neng right ?? okay later do not be surprised if the next few episodes arrive at the top right corner there is writing the end, because indeed aa Rama same neng Nara already at the end of the story, ' he said ,but pray that hopefully mimin keeps up and has extra brains so it doesn't end the story....