Pursuing the Love of my Maid
38. Simple Wedding

White dress simple dress made from silk and thin makeup natural make up add beautiful face of women who have just given birth. Manda was sitting in front of a mirror after the agreement and also stewardship of a series of letters and data of his son. Attracted to the corner of her lips as the tiny body that was on top of her lap wriggled.

"I guess she's thirsty, you don't suckle her?" ask Abimana who was also in the same room and was busy piling wedding files.

"Yes, but can't you get out? I'm ashamed to have to change clothes and suckle him while there's a father here." Amanda spoke with her eyes looking at Abimana through the reflection of the mirror before her.

"You threw out your own husband? The cheque!" Abimana. He looked in the mirror and exchanged glances.

"We are now Manda's husband and wife. We are legitimate, there is no harm in me being here, it is precisely you who must get used to it," Abimana said as he approached and held both shoulders of Manda without changing his gaze.

"But I'm so embarrassed, and he. He kept looking at me with what kind of look it was. Then my son, ah he's the same as his father. What kind of look is that, son. His eyes were already wet and he would definitely cry in a moment. Hhc ... Why are you guys so compact?" Manda grumbled in her heart.

"Yes, then you hold him for a while, I want to change clothes in the bathroom," said Manda with a flat gaze Abimana.

"Let him in bed. He can't move much yet, right? I'll help you change clothes. From now on there is my obligation to protect and help you both, so you don't refuse it or I will pray" said Abiman who then moved to get a change of clothes for his wife, Manda.

"Ah yes, he is right. I'm the one who has to get used to all this. Now, he's no longer my master, but he's my husband. Then this handsome little baby is his offspring, directly I am part of his life today" said Manda heartily while putting the little one who does not yet have the name on his soft mattress.

"This is your shirt" Abimana said, prodding a negligee to Manda.

"Sir, do I have to change clothes here?" manda asked with doubtful eyes.

"What harm? You're my wife. Just change here Manda, and I want to see the stitch wound on your stomach. Is everything okay. I have to be thorough about it and take good care of you. Oh yeah, we already have a kid. Don't call me as if I'm still your master. Call me by another name" asked Abimana who made Manda speechless to digest the request.

"I want to be called father by my son and not Father." Abimana approached Manda looking at her at a close distance.

"Dad, okay. I will also call you by that name." Manda decides his call. He had absolutely no initiative to make his own calls.

Abimana slightly bowed, one hand then rubbed Manda's cheek. He smiled and said so gently, "Make another call and use it when we are both. It's a real wedding and I don't want us to mess around. There's already him in our lives, so don't think about messing around."

Cup.

An Abimana kiss lands on Manda's forehead. The woman touched her forehead with rounded eyes. He seems to not believe.

"Dad kissed me?" her question was still with her hand stuck to her forehead with a look of disbelief.

Abimana smiled and repeated the same thing, kissing her cheek again.

The cup!

"Yes, why? Kissing the wife is a big reward. We're married for real so whatever we do in it has to be true with feeling and sincerity."

Abimana approached, and eroded the distance. His eyes were so calm and soothing. He then clenched Manda's body tightly with one hand that moved gently rubbing the young woman's back.

"Although not at first with a good story, but I want after that we both fix it. Our goal is for his future and I want to age with the woman who has given me this offspring. Don't even think about being double or parting with me. If anything bad happens, I'll bring my son and you'll find your own happiness."

"Don't take him, my treasure is just him. Well, we'll live together and fix everything. Teach me to be an adult." Manda spoke quietly and a trembling voice.

Abimana smiled, she stretched her arms and gave her distance. He stared at the quiet and soft Manda.

"You're an adult, far from what you think. You have become a great woman who can survive alone in the midst of the storm that I created. I'm the one who should apologize for getting you into my life's troubles."

Manda was just silent, she felt very comfortable and calm this time. Abhimana's warm and gentle attitude managed to make her feel needed and valued as a mother and woman.

Slowly, the distance was again eroded with eyes closed but on target. Abhimana began to sip honey from Manda's lips.

That loving warm kiss happened, wet and exchanging saliva. Happening gently and slowly makes Manda feel very comfortable and at the peak of enjoyment.

"Oi!" the cry of the little baby blew everything away.

"Oh, is she jealous I took her mother?" abimana said with a happy look.

"I guess," replied Manda, smiling and wiping Abimana's lips. "Take me off."

"Deliver? What does it mean to leave?" Abiman tightened his embrace carefully. He stared fixedly at Manda with his eyebrows raised.

Manda smiling. "Yes, you carry him, I want to change clothes. How can I change my clothes if you keep going like this?"

"Oh, what do I think," Abimana said softly with a small smile. He immediately turned to the little guy and held him.

Shamefully Manda began to strip her of her clothes. It was only then that Abiman realized that his wife was actually not allowed to do a bowing motion and Manda had done it. It was discovered after he saw Manda's immediate trouble to take his fallen negligee.

"Manda, you have trouble bending over and can't do it right? Then this morning while wearing da*am pants?"

"Yes I did it and a little pain indeed. But I'm careful" replied Manda, who made Abimana immediately put the little one down and help him.

Abimana immediately hugged Manda again and rained his forehead with a kiss. "I'm sorry, because I you're sick like this. Why didn't you say? I can help you, right?"

"But we were not legitimate, sir" replied Manda.

"Sir? You call me Father again?" abhimana protests do not like.

"What do they keep calling?"

"Honey perhaps," suggested Abimana while smiling sweetly.

The blush! manda's cheeks heard it.