Pariwanya Si Boru Panggoaran
bad news

Defan walked over, then pulled Dira's hand without a sound. The steps are getting faster and wider to get inside the house immediately.

"What the hell is it, bang?" said Dira, seeing her husband in a hurry made her more curious.

Defan immediately opened the room door, then closed the door a little hard. After the door closed tightly, Defan immediately grabbed the wife. In front of the door, Defan hugged Dira full of warmth, then pulsed the lips gently until it turned into a very greedy.

"Abang! Ish ... hasn't taken a shower yet, too," sighs Dira, occasionally letting go of her husband's kiss in order to catch his breath.

"How long have you been patient, still breathing?" defan asked, after releasing his voracious lumattan, his chest rose up and down with a hunting breath.

He could not wait to touch his wife, after two weeks of fasting, not touching her. It feels very eager to vent the pent up desire for two weeks yesterday.

Dira nodded, finally relaxing Defan's lust. "And he said 40 days, bang the puerperium, it is a little but it should not be first. Patience, two more weeks!" kilah Dira, then kissed her husband's cheek, although at once Defan bend his face and frown for failing to vent his lust.

"Old man, that!" sulkan Defan, walking limply followed the wife to the room.

"Yes, how do I know. Miscarriage is like giving birth to a brother! The puerperium remains for 40 days. So you have to be patient, let the uterus also recover perfectly so that you can make another baby," kekeh Dira, undressing in front of the husband without shame.

"God! Ayang!" Defan further stroked the chest, when he saw the unusual sight before his eyes, he painstakingly swallowed the shaliva that filled the end of the esophagus.

"Why else?" added Dira, still innocent and do not understand the condition of her husband.

Defan immediately cupped the makeup body, hugging it tightly. Dira's skin came into direct contact with Defan's clothes, as soon as her husband's passion increased rapidly.

Dira who only wore the interior was already the target of her husband. Defan kissed his wife's neck, then switched to kissing the twins who were still wrapped in a pretty pink bra.

"Abang, who's patient! You can just kiss, yeah!" chirps Dira, resigned to the treatment of the husband.

"Hmmm," Deham Defan continued his action, groping his wife's body untouched for two weeks.

Defan turned his face in front of Dira's chest. Kissing the twins hemisphere, then looked up to look at the face of his wife who was so resigned.

"Want me to help you?" tawar Dira, twisting his eyes.

Defan seemed to be thinking of digesting the intent of the words thrown by the little girl. His little wife has started to misbehave even learned to know the ins and outs of husband and wife relationships, let alone his condition is being hampered.

"Hmm .. You can too! How's help?" ask Defan, staring in full search.

Dira raised one palm, his fingers were shaken with a trembling. However, Defan was still at a loss as to what the woman meant.

"What the hell, who?" Defan squinted, still not understanding what his wife meant.

"Wear dong's finger gymnastics, bang!" kekeh Dira, chuckle.

"God! Naughty you, yes!" Defan pinched Dira's nose but ended up not rejecting the offer.

Dira performs the action, deliberately doing finger gymnastics helps Defan vent his delayed desires to frustrating the mind. Although there is no unification, Defan still assisted the wife to successfully eliminate the mounting passion.

After satisfying his lust, Defan invites his wife to take a bath together. It has been a long time since I had such an intimate routine.

In the bathroom, they shower together under the shower. Bathe in warm water while rubbing each other's backs. The fatigue that both felt instantly disappeared.

****

Rosmah does not know the news of the miscarriage experienced by Dira. The news was hidden by his son in a tight meeting. Only the Defans know.

Dira's family has not even questioned the news for a long time. Therefore, she felt a longing to hear the news of Dira, just to tell her that Rosmah did not have friends, because her husband was busy working while her five sons were busy with school activities and playing.

"Sir, are we coming to Dira's house? I've never called or visited for a long time" said Rosma, staring fixed at her husband who was smoking on the porch of the house.

That night, Sahat had just returned home, immediately greeted by Rosmah. Rosmah serves coffee and fried banana snacks, they both enjoy it at dusk until it gets darker.

"Have you ever called our son?" asked Sahat, returning the gaze of the middle-aged woman who was facing.

Rosmah shook her head. Indeed, in fact, he had forgotten the burden of those who already had marriage status.

"Ehm .. Call, nah!" Evil thrust his old mobile phone at his wife.

"About he's busy? Mamak forgot, today it looks like he started college," added Rosma.

"Will it? Did he go to college today? Try calling first! I miss our conversation too!" reply Evil.

Rosmah called Dira, about 7 p.m. The first call was ignored.

However, on the second call, Dira picked up the phone line. "Hello, mama? How are you doing with your dad?" greet Dira, from across the phone.

He and Defan had just finished enjoying the bathing ritual. Still wrapped in a towel on the body, Dira immediately picked up the phone that rang so tight.

"Hello, boru! I guess where are you? You never call mom! We are all healthy here" replied Rosmah, listening seriously to what her son would say.

"Healthy me, mother! Tomorrow, I take bang defan home. We haven't been there for a long time" Dira said.

"He's a drill, come here! Don't forget the old man! Is there any news there? You're starting college?" cecar Rosma, while her husband just nodded asking that the phone be given to him.

"There's bad news, mom, but tomorrow I'll tell you." Dira was still glued to the towel, seeing the opportunity, Defan hugged his wife from behind.

The man kissed Dira's cheek many times from behind, Dira just resigned not even grumbling. Not only that, Dira also stroked the head of Defan propped on his shoulders.

"What bad news, you? Are you pregnant?" rosma continued, starting a conversation that was still hidden by Dira.

"Ehmm .. not yet, ma'am. Tomorrow I will tell you. Today we started ospek. Ordinary course mak, still the introduction of the same campus senior-senior," seloroh Dira, reply to the warm kiss of her husband who landed on the lips.

"Oh, I miss you the same time! I don't think we've had a month of news! Well, this is your father talking too!" Rosmah gave the old-school cell phone to her husband.