My Son Is My Strength
I'm Kangen You Dear

Dinner with a special fried rice of Azzam and Bian's beef-eye eggs has been completed.

Arini sipped water repeatedly, the taste of the cuisine of the husband and his son is extraordinary. Fried rice with so much salt and taste, Arini can not even imagine how much salt and pepper they put. He ate fried rice on his plate until it ran out to appreciate the labor of his husband and children.

Azzam and Bian ate their own homemade fried rice greedily and deliciously like it, because Arini saw the two devouring the beef-eye fried rice with a face that was enjoying so much as if the fried fate was the ternisky fried rice they had once eaten.

"Ah.. satiety." Azzam rubbed his distended stomach full of the fate of his artificial fry. Bian nodded in agreement, also rubbing his stomach that felt full. It looks like the cuisine itself is the cuisine of wisdom according to Azzam and Bian. Arini shook her head to see the behavior of the father and son who were not surgical away.

"Hoam...." Azzam yawned, apparently he was sleepy. Running all their plans made him a little tired and wanted to go to bed quickly.

"Congratulations?" Tanya Bian and Azzam. "Yes, sleep gih...., or want papa interracial?" Tanya Bian offered help.

"Don't you, you just finished eating, you want to go straight to sleep." Arini said that her son did not go to sleep immediately, because after eating, however, sleep was not good.

"Eh, yes, too. Yeah, we've been to the living room watching television." Bian's words were immediately taken by Azzam, he stretched out his hands to be carried by the papa.

Bian smiled, grabbed his son's hand, then the three of them headed to the living room after Bian asked Pak Bhanu to turn the lights back on.

In the living room the three of them sat on one sofa, Azzam sitting in the middle leaning against the chest of his papa field, Bian stretched out one hand and leaned on the wife's shoulder, and he leaned against her, and Arini who gently rubbed Azzam's head.

They sit by watching 50 inch television, watching Azzam's favorite channel, cartoons.

Azzam did not pay much attention to his favorite movie show, he yawned repeatedly, wanted to sleep but remembered the words of his mother. He was also looking for a way to get rid of his sleepiness.

"Mom...." Call Azzam slowly, he will just talk to his papa to divert his drowsiness.

"Yes." Yeah." Bian rubbed Azzam's back, kissed the tip of his head, and he grabbed Arini's hand and kissed her briefly.

Arini smacked her husband's hand that wrapped around her shoulder, glaring, gesturing that the act would be seen by their son. Bian only replied with a smile, lifted up his shirt, his gaze filled with deception, making Arini squint.

"Why love Azzam?" The sentence escaped in Azzam's mouth, sending his parents' attention distracted.

"Why ask that?" Bian asked back, his feelings began to feel bad, whether his son was lacking affection from him.

"Heheh.. want to know." Azzam answered with a harshness.

"If you want to know, you won't answer me." Bian pretended to sulk, he sighed, it turned out that what he was thinking was wrong.

"Ih. means papa does not love dong Azzam." Azzam pursed his lips. Arini did not comment, he only heard this conversation of father and son.

"Who said? I love you with Azzam." Bian immediately kissed the head of his son back.

"Oh yeah?" Ask Azzam to convince.

"If it's the same mom?" Azzam again asked, to relieve the taste of his pouch, but what happened, his eyes began to heavily want to be closed, he could no longer stem the feeling of his pouch. Azzam's eyelids slowly began to close.

"Sama mama of course dear dong, dear papa to the two of you it is very beeesar. But papa likes mama more, hehehhe...." Said Bian tickling his wife's neck, then slowly his hands moved following the wife's chest line. Arini did not stay silent, she immediately hit the hand of her husband who began to act indecently, what else there was still Azzam beside them.

"Hm." The actions of the two old men made a little movement, Azzam who had started to fall asleep again woke up. He yawned widely, covered his mouth with his tiny hands, then positioned his head to find comfort in the chest of his papa field. He went back to sleep, forgetting the question his father had answered.

Bian kept his index finger on his lips, gesturing his wife not to move anymore, he turned his head down, looking at the face of his son who had now fallen asleep. It's really on her side now. Inner Bian smiled.

Bian got up, walked towards the second floor to lay his son down. Arini also woke up, he grabbed a television remote, then turned off the television. And walked in the steps of her husband who was carrying their child.

Arriving in the room, Bian immediately laid his son's body, then covered it with a blanket. Bian kissed Azzam on the forehead, rubbed his head, and turned around.

Bian smiled, then walked up to his wife who was standing in the doorway of their son's room. Arini frowned, feeling strange and uncomfortable with her husband's gaze.

"Darling...." Calling Bian in a seductive tone, he immediately grabbed his wife's slender body and started carrying her.

"Buck...." Arini was shocked, because she was immediately lifted by her husband, she reflexively wrapped her hands around Bian's neck for fear of falling.

"I miss you, baby." Bian brings their faces closer, swiping his life with Arini's nose. Then Bian walked to their room, but before that he closed the door of his son's room first.

Arini was still stunned to hear the words spoken from her husband's mouth, and her face then reddened with hue because it already knew the meaning of her husband's words.

"Ummm. Your face is getting more beautiful, baby, making me more and more unable to stand it." Bian brought their faces closer, kissed Arini's lips and************ at a glance. He also accelerated his steps, because his sister had now woke up and stood up straight.

Ahh.. Arini's face increasingly reddened, he hid his face in the chest of the field of the husband, did not want her husband to see again his face that was hot. Bian chuckled, feeling funny about his wife's behavior.

Arriving in their room, Bian just laid his wife's body. Arini takes a blanket to cover her face, but is immediately prevented by Bian.

"You're beautiful baby, even prettier if your face is like this." Bian immediately grabbed the lips of his wife. He could no longer stem his thrashing passion.

Bian kisses Arini's lips, ********soft. Arini replies to her husband's kiss, the tenderness given by her husband leads her to reciprocate, giving more tenderness to her husband.

Bian became more and more passionate, without realizing he was already on the body of his wife, he began to strip off one by one the cloth on their bodies to leave not a single thread.

The two begin to venture towards the same goal, taking away the pleasures of the world for humanity's most essential romance. The melody always accompanies their steps, gets both excited and achieves the most favourable release.

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