My Son Is My Strength
My Husband I Love You Too

The night went so fast, warm and romantic atmosphere always enveloped the little family.

Arini now opened the door of their room, in his hand there was a glass of milk that he would actually give to Azzam. However, the child had fallen asleep in his own room because he was tired of playing with Bian all day.

Bian sat on a sofa in front of which there was a large window, the curtains were wide open showing flickering lights of complex houses, decorative lights decorated along the streets, and so on, as well as the beauty of the park they have passed decorated by colorful lights. It was a beautiful and quiet night in the complex.

He looked up, putting aside the laptop that was in his lap just now, working on some workers that Rio could not work on.

"Here baby." He said, patting the sofa beside him, inviting Arini to sit down together. Arini nodded, approaching her husband.

"What about our son? Already sleeping?" Bian asked to see that his wife was already sitting on the sofa beside him.

"Yes, Azzam is asleep. And didn't get to drink the milk." Arini told and showed her a glass of milk in her hand.

Somehow hearing his son was asleep, Bian immediately smiled with his width.

He closed his laptop, then shifted his body next to the wife who was storing the glass of milk on the table beside the sofa.

The closer the wife Bian can smell the perfume used by the wife, very fragrant and refreshing. He continued to shift his body, and his eyes accidentally saw the line of the wife's two immortal mountains. Bian gulped his saliva hard. Her eyes went down that line, continued to follow it, and suddenly Arini turned her head to face her husband.

Making Bian jump in shock, and almost their lips met. Makes both of them in an atmosphere of awkwardness. Bian rubbed his nape, acting clumsy, Arini was not surgically away from him.

"Mom.. That's it, anu. can I have the milk." Bian said directly hitting his lips slowly, his mind so wildly wandering. "Eh. That's a glass of milk, baby." Bian said, pointing to the glass on the table.

Arini frowned at the husband's strangeness, but he still gave her a glass of s*su.

Bian began to taste, his expression was strange, he looked at the glass of white milk, and again tasted it. His expression was getting weird.

"What's up....?" Tanya Arini looked at the expression of the husband.

"Umm. The milk is foreign, as in salt." Bian stopped tasting.

"That's true.but the feeling I didn't give him salt." Arini said, which is very unreasonable, it is impossible that he gave salt to his son's drink.

"Dear, try tasting." Said Bian thrusting the glass at Arini.

Arini accepted it, and began to taste. It frowned, the sweet taste was not as salty as Bian had said.

"It's sweet, mas...." Arini thrust the glass back at Bian. Bian frowned, re-tasting it.

"No dear, it feels foreign, try to taste it well. Looks like your tongue is less sensitive." Bian still said the glass of s*su was salty, but Arini had tried it and it was sweet on her tongue.

Arini took back the glass that was in her husband's hand, she tasted it back. And the times she tasted it carefully, even her tongue she nicknames into a glass, stirring there, who knows what her husband says is true, if her tongue is insensitive. But what Arini feels remains the same, sweet.

"No, it doesn't taste salty! Your tongue is insensitive, not mine!" Arini said firmly.

"really? Then I'll try again." Bian stuck out his hand, asking for the glass back.

"More...." Arini gave it back to Bian.

"Eh.. yes, s*sunya sweet dear." He said keep an empty glass on the table, with a big smile.

"Ah, mas pranks me yes...." Arini pinched Bian's waist slowly.

Bian chuckled, grabbing the wife's body. Arini immediately threw her head into the chest of Bian's field. Bian fixed his sitting position, making the wife comfortable. He stroked the wife's soft hair freely, hugging her, occasionally kissing Arini's head with affection and love.

The atmosphere of the night was so romantic, the world seemed to belong to both, let alone no one who disturbed the two people who were still newlyweds.

Arini felt very comfortable being treated so by her husband, her heart began to open, or even already noble love her husband. Bian's sweet treatment these few days left his heart touched, flowery.

"Darling...." Calling Bian makes Arini look up, he watched carefully the motion of the lips of the husband. What will he say.

Bian was silent for a moment, making Arini anxious to wait for what he would say.

"Darling, I will remember these romantic moments, I will chisel your name one in my heart. The sacred promise of our marriage will never be denied, the second chance you give me will never be in vain." Said Bian with full earnestness, he looked fixed on the face of the wife. "I love you, love you so much." Those words escaped in his mouth repeatedly, very sincerely heard in Arini's ears.

Arini looked back at her, holding her husband's cheek, stroking it gently. Her hands were stroking her husband's lips, lips that always expressed a statement of love to him. Arini was silent for a moment, she never returned the love statement from her husband.

He stroked Bian's lips again, there was no reason for him not to return the sweet words. She loved her husband, because no man deserves that love but her husband and her son.

Arini moved closer to the husband's ear, whispered softly the sweet sentence to represent his heart.

Bian's eyes widened listening, a sense of happiness, pleasure, haru, enveloped his heart, barged into it. Now his love is reciprocated by his wife.

Bian grabbed Arini's face, kissed his wife's forehead long. "Is that true, dear." He wanted to hear those sweet words again. Arini's face flushed red, but he would repeat the remark.

"I love you my husband, also very loving-" Not yet had he repeated it, Bian had already covered his mouth with a kiss full of love. Arini replied, she wrapped her hands around her husband's neck.

The two of them both enjoyed the kiss, v* it deep, channeling their burning love.

Bian m*lu*at the lips of the wife with tenderness, go into the mouth, explore each side. His hands moved to hug the wife's slender waist, hugging her tightly to get closer.

Bian got up, carried his wife, carried her to bed, without letting go of their kisses.

Until there Bian lowered his head slowly, Arini laid his body and he went up the bed.

Their kiss was getting hotter, apparently the passion had enveloped the two, Bian with a slow movement but must have taken off their clothes, leaving the innocent body of both without a thread.

Arriving for the final contact, he looked at the wife's face, and was immediately taken in by Arini.

They both began to play the most beautiful love melody in the history of human love as a halal couple.

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