My wife, Dhia
It Turns So Tempty

Dhia squirms slowly. The net twitched adjusting the bright light coming in from the cracks of the window. He was aghast when he saw the wall clock that had shown at 07:30, in the morning.

"Gosh, I'm bad luck." he clucked, realizing maybe this was because last night he slept too late. Dhia looked to the side. At her side, she did not see her husband. And think, maybe now Dirga has gone to work.

Dhia rushed to the bathroom. Clean yourself, then intend to make breakfast. Maybe Mbok Siah is waiting for him.

After cleaning himself, Dhia came out of the bathroom just by wearing a white towel that covers the chest to the thigh. The stomach is large, making the towel slightly raised up on the front. While his wet hair was still wrapped in a matching colored towel. He walked to the wooden cupboard, where all his clothes were, without looking around the room.

Currently, Dhia did not realize, that Dirga was sitting leaning against the wall of the bed, while watching him. Until when she wanted to remove the towel, then she was surprised, watching her husband was smiling from the mirror image of the closet in front of her.

"Mas, are you here?." Dhia turned around, having had time to tie her towel back."B-can't you have gone to work?."

"Nope." Dirga stood up and walked over to Dhia."My job has been left to my friend, Galang. I want to rest today, before later in the afternoon we leave for Jakarta."

"Later in the afternoon?"

"Yes, honey. Why why?."

"Aren't you in a hurry, Mom? we haven't even talked about this with, Mbok."

Dirga smiled, as both of her hands grabbed onto Dhia's two shoulders which were still slightly wet."I just told you the same story, Mbok and conveyed to your wishes."

"Certainly, how? Mbok wants to?." Dhia's gaze was hopeful.

Dirga was silent for a moment, sighing heavily. Her netra looked at Dhia's black bead which seemed to be implied anxiety waiting for an answer from her.

"No." said Dirga slowly.

Hearing her husband's reply, Dhia could finally only sigh in disappointment.

"No, I refuse" said Dirga at last, accompanied by a crisp laugh.

Dhia who was disappointed, hearing Dirga's words now finally happy not to be upset."Are you serious, Mom? Want to?."

Dirga nodded.

"Actually it was a nolak. But after Mas persuaded, finally Mbok agreed to come."

"Thank you, yeah, Mom." Dhia looked at Dirga gently.

The man did not answer immediately. His right hand pulled Dhia's waist, so that his wife's body was docked to him."It's not free, baby .. You have to pay for it."

"Pay?."

"Em." Dirga nodded slowly."Not easy to know, just persuaded the Mbok. I have to act with a face melas, pretending to be sad ... in fact, until the party begged." he actually lied.

"Seriously, Mas ... Did you get together?." Dhia looked at her husband in disbelief.

"Em." Dirga nodded back."That's all I do for you."

"Indeed, Mbok did not want to come, what was the reason?."

"Many .. I'm sure that if you persuade, you will not succeed." said Dirga while removing the towel that wrapped Dhia's hair slowly. Making Dhia's wet black hair, fall on the shoulder.

"Mas ... k-why do you want to say?." Like last night, Dhia was nervous again. Because at this time Dirga fingers start ignorant not necessarily direction.

"What else do you want, baby? like I said, you have to pay for it." Dirga smiling smirk.

"But, Mas ... I."

"But what, baby?." Dirga's voice sounded puffed." Not much more reason. I don't want to fail like last night."

"What else, Dhia?!" Dirga growled at that time. Because Dhia kept talking, managed to disperse his concentration, amidst his almost heated passion.

"I-I, just ..."

Dert, dert, dert!

The vibration of the cell phone from inside Dirga's pants, disconnecting Dhia's sentence.

Again, Dirga could only close her eyes because she had to hold back her wrath. How not, someone called him at midnight. Really don't know the time. Thought it.

He then grabbed his phone in a rough motion, and saw the name of the caller on the flat screen.

It's there, it turns out that the caller is, Gio.

Dirga was silent for a moment. But in the end he chose to take up the call.

"Hallo, what's wrong?." said Dirga lazy. But a moment later his face looked serious. Maybe Gio is saying something important right now.

"Before, dear" Dirga told Dhia. He saw Dhia nod. Then he got out of bed, and out of the room.

Almost fifteen minutes of Dirga was in the guest room. After the call ended, he went back into the room. The plan Dirga wants to continue the things that were delayed. But it turned out to be completely delayed, because at this time he saw Dhia had fallen asleep very soundly, with lips slightly agape.

Looking at his wife's sleeping style, Dirga could only smile. While tidying up Dhia's sleeping pajamas that were slightly raised because of his actions earlier, he covered Dhia's body with a blanket, so that his wife did not feel the night wind that infiltrated through the cracks of the window.

"But I haven't made breakfast yet, Mas" said Dhia at this time, still holding back her towel that had almost slipped off."Poor thing, Mbok .. He already has to have breakfast."

Dirga's got a little bit of a fuss."Mbok had breakfast. He's full already."

"Can't you?."

Dirga did not intend to answer Dhia's question again. Without much ado, he immediately carried Dhia's body, and laid his wife on the bed.

"I miss you" Dirga half-whispered. He is currently on the bed with his hands wrapped around Dhia's body."Don't you miss me?." she asked, looking at Dhia closely.

Dhia nodded slowly."I miss you too, Mommy."

Dirga smiled thinly. Slowly, he closed his face to Dhia's face. Gave a gentle kiss to his wife's forehead.

Dhia closed her eyes. Fondled at her husband's soft kiss. He could feel peace, and was pampered. A feeling he had never felt before.

This time, Dhia was still closed. Something tickled his neck. He could feel it, it was a sharp nose, and Dirga's lips were playing on his white skin. Dhia's blood suddenly rippled warmly, the pounding that had made him nervous, now turned into a little pounding hunting because of the desire that began to ignite.

Ah, again, Dhia is getting washed away. When Dirga moved on her lips. Funneling sweetness, which makes it powerless not to welcome the page. Dirga seemed to understand his nervousness since then. As if leading to calm, Dirga finally managed to get his wife carried away by the flow of passion.

While his lips were still wandering on Dhia's lips, Dirga slowly lowered the towel that had been grasped by the owner, so as not to sag. Dhia who had been closed since enjoying touch after touch, suddenly swerved when the white towel that covered her body was released in just one pull. His face suddenly met with red, realizing that his body was plainly plastered displaying his distended stomach.

"Your stomach looks adorable, baby .." whispered Dirga in Dhia's ear."I like it."

Dhia simply replied to Dirga with a shy smile and flushed cheeks. A moment later, Dhia had to endure the tingling, when Dirga down moved on the abdomen, and kissed her stomach gently.

"I think I can't wait to say hello to my son, baby." said Dirga with a heavy voice and a glare at Dhia.

Dhia did not understand what her husband said. But immediately his brain loading when he saw Dirga take off one by one clothes and throw them in any direction.

Dhia was stunned for a moment.

Currently, she could see every curve of her athletic husband's body. Dhia didn't blink. Especially in the .. ah section, Dhia just realized. Something that made his private parts torn apart at that time. It turned out so tempting.

Dirga slightly bowed, one hand slipping over Dhia's gaped lips."Close this lip of yours, or mine's wrong to enter later."