My Love My Bride
it rained in the morning

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The gurgling sound of rain that was heard this morning, presented a reluctance to start the day. The birds could not be heard chirping, as if they were hiding.

The leaves look fresh in the rain. The sky does not always look dark when the rain greets you. But still, the weather this morning makes anyone feel lazy to leave the house. Especially for those who are accompanied by loved ones.

Riky is one of them. He looked at his wife's face. As if never bored despite stepping on the third year of their marriage.

"Morning, Baby! Cold?" Her greeting, as both of Alena's eyes blinked and smiled at her.

Without answering Alena tightened her embrace. Riky pulled out a blanket to cover the body of his wife who was wearing nothing.

Riky chuckles softly to find his wife playing tongue in her milk p*ting. Alena even fadfully pulled a light with her lips clenched.

"Eits, naughty yeah. Must be deliberately tickling so, want to ask for additional huh? Hmm, see if it's morning exercise in this weather." Goda.

"What was less last night?" alena asked as she buried her face in the chest of Riky's field. The inhaled masculine scent indulged his sense of smell.

"That's a punishment."

"Punishment, Alena what's wrong?"

"You have dared to lie to your husband." Sahut flat.

Alena was stunned, trying to think about what she had done.

"Alena doesn't feel it." Cuek.

"Basic yes! What did he say on the phone yesterday? Hmm, red light. Fortunately my instincts worked well. Try it if you don't, you can get the red light when I go home next week."

"Who has the instinct of maleness? How just heard," said Alena astonished.

"There's dong. Here's how, I'll tell ya..."

"Haha... What the hell, this time anyway?"

Laughter was heard echoing in Riky's room. The man deliberately seduced his wife with his cute attitude. Soon the laughter stopped. Soon it changed with the sound of des*han clashing with the sound of rain.

***

A different atmosphere was felt at Salman's residence. Despite the rain, the children are still preparing to go to school. They are currently enjoying breakfast together.

"Amar, spent the fried rice. Outside of the cold, his stomach should not be empty" Grandpa Salman said.

"Amar don't want this, Cake. Amar is full" said Amar lazy.

"Here, brother spent. Here's the spoon." Zein shifted her empty plate and pulled the Amar plate. He gave the old spoon of Amar to his sister.

"So much spirit this morning. Amar wants what breakfast? The sandwich?" bargain Meydina and answered the sluggish trinkets by her sister.

"Who doesn't want breakfast?" maliek asked who came from the stairs.

"Amal, Pi," said Zein, pointing at Amar who was beside him.

"Why, Honey?" Maliek approached and kissed the head of Amar.

"Sister, what did the teacher say? Try to call Amar, yesterday-yesterday can," said Maliek who also kissed Zein's head.

"Forgot Pi, hehe. Amar wants what breakfast?" ask Zein slowly. Maliek's eldest son is learning to get used to pronouncing the letter 'r'.

"Well it can. Pinters... What would Amar like for breakfast, honey? Zein's brother nanya," Maliek said again.

"You want more milk, Pi." Slowly follow.

"Again?" Maliek turned to Meydina and was answered with a small nod by his wife.

"Tell me Mami," pinta Maliek.

"Amar said spit!" decah Zein.

"Mi, Amar wants some more milk." Said doubtful.

"Ready, Honey. Say dong from earlier," said Meydina and made Amar smile with relief. It seemed that Amar was hesitant to say it given that it was the second glass he had been holding.

"This morning you have a double breakfast. Zein two plates of fried rice and Amar two glasses of milk, great. Oh yeah, where's Fatima?" Salman said.

"Still in his room, Cake. Again with clothes in the closet," said Amar.

"And let there be energy to fight the tarzan, Kek," said Zein.

"It's just a nickname, Dad. The ordinary kids are. Fatums! Here's breakfast, honey!" exclamation Maliek.

"Oh yeah? Why do you call him Tarzan? What does Amar's brother nicknamed him?" salman asked still with curiosity.

"He likes to scream, Cake. Auoo..." Zein exemplified his style and made his grandfather chuckle.

"Ih, sister squirt. Not auoo, brother. But he's like a whole bunch, he's like the boss in our class."

"When the class president's brother, Kek."

"Is there anything like that? Not telling the teacher?"

"Udah, scolded. And her mom gets angry, huh, brother?"

"Not scolded, dear. But be advised," said Meydina.

"Hmm, Mami doesn't believe me" Zein said.

"So, what's your nickname?" Meydina smoothed her smile at the father's enthusiasm.

"Super hero, Cake. Brother, superman. Amar, iron man."

"Don't superman ah, shame."

"Why, Cake? It's good, it's brave, it can fly" Zein said.

"Cel*na da**mnya outside," said Salman flat and sontak make Maliek also his two sons were crushed.

"Mommy! Why are baby jackets the same color? Anyway do not want to use," cried Fatima with a bent face.

"Ulu-ulu, the beautiful granddaughter of grandfather why is it so early in the morning that it's pouting?"

"What color is the same, honey? There's purple, pink, yellow too."

Maliek pulled a chair for Fatima and kissed her daughter's cheek which still looked upset.

"What color would you like?"

"You want a jacket like Brother Amar" said Fatum while chewing fried rice that was fed by his papi.

"Which jacket?" Meydina knitted her brows.

"As used yesterday." Whimpering.

"Oh, denim jacket. He said he didn't want to."

"Now want to, Mi."

"Just use it to have a sister" Zein said.

"Can you, brother?"

"Hmm" nodded Zein.

"Take it..." Fatima ran to her brother's second room. Not long after, he came out with Zein's denim jacket.

"Sister, this is for baby. It's a kid, look at it enough." Designate it.

"May, take it." His mouth then sipped some drinking water.

"Look, Pi. That's enough."

"Yes. But it's a boy's jacket, honey. Later buy the same Mami yes," said Maliek who returned to feed his daughter.

"Let's just this, Pi." Spoiled saud.

"Yes, wear that one first. If you play to Auntie's boutique, we will buy," said Meydina.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let's eat breakfast. His brother is gone" Salman said.

Fatima nodded with her spirit. When all was done, they said goodbye to their grandfather. They also say goodbye to Maliek who is answering a call from Riky.

At the moment, Zein and Amar were already sitting in the second grade. While Fatima in kindergarten second floor. They were one school with Queena who sat in first grade. Meydina escorted her two sons, then waited for Fatima at her school.