Rainbow In Someone's Cloud
Pdas24. The Kaf Experience

"Drink this, Deck." Kaf giving soft capsules. 

We're already at dad's house, I've been lying down and yawning. It's just, I can't be shut down because no one is accompanying me. 

"Sorry, come here first" call me then. 

Only then did Kaf enter my room, he was called. Since then, Kaf has been busy, he hasn't even had a bath. 

"Yes, Dad. Wait, this is another supplement for Cani." Kaf is waiting for me to take this medicine. 

"Sign this first," cried father back. 

What kind of signature is that? The feeling of having a marriage book as well. 

"Yes, Dad." Kaf took the glass that had run out of water, and then he went back outside my room. 

I've sucked, but I can't be shut down. I suddenly thought about the first night. Is Kaf gonna ask tonight? But I was exhausted, could he tolerate my fatigue? I try to sleep by myself, even though it never feels calm. 

"Dec, eat yet?" Kaf reentered with a plate of food. 

"It was just the same thing." Our family had a custom and custom to eat one plate after the marriage contract. 

"Eat again." Kaf sat on the edge of the bed, showing the contents of his plate. 

"Udah is sleepy." I lay down to approach him who was eating. 

"Come, will?" Kaf shows broccoli as boiled only. 

I'm shaking. "Call me dad anyway, Kaf. I'm fucking up." I tried to take away her love. 

"Dad? Whynot? Sleep with me, Dek." Kaf is like holding back laughter. 

"And you still eat." It's just my excuse, for dad to be allowed in. 

"Hm, huh? What do you usually do?" Kaf continued to eat his food.

"Yes just aja. You can also sit like this, or play HP I can still sleep anyway." Dad's smell is comfortable. 

"Yes sleep, there I am. I'm tired, I'm just gonna tear it apart tomorrow." He looked and smiled horribly. 

Suddenly, his hand poked on something that made me panic. 

"SORRY!!! The fuck right thing!" I hit his hand. 

He laughed, as if I were entertainment for him. I covered my chest that was poked, I didn't want it to happen again. 

Surprisingly, my family had no one to ask me how I was in my room and no one knocked on my door. There is human activity. I'm sure they haven't slept. 

"By, Dek. Her husband, it's a normal time." He laughed and continued his food. 

"The meat, will you?" He bribed me. 

I saw the contents of the spoon. "What are you eating anyway? There's broccoli, there's meat." I was half sitting. 

"Call Brother no problem either, Dek." Kaf smile. "Sop made by Mama Aca, my favorite is this. Broccoli, same meat. I don't like chicken, but it's really good." He forced the spoon into my mouth. 

"Later, Kaf." I pointed the spoon past my face cover. 

"Open up, this is your husband. No problem, I'm not gonna cut your mole." Kaf put his food plate to his left side, then his left hand removed the rope tied to the cover of my face. 

"Shame." I covered my nose. 

"Open his mouth, eat. Eat meat, let the body be." Kaf kept forcing me to eat the contents of his spoon. 

"Anyen." I chewed his food. 

"I don't like spicy, I don't like pepper." Kaf continued to enjoy his food. 

Kaf seemed to tell me how I cooked for him. He likes beef, he does not like pepper and does not like spicy. 

"What kind of vegetables do you like?" I'm still chewing meat. 

The meat is not soft, as intentionally so as not to overcook. Or it is deliberately cooked not long, in order to maintain the nutrients contained in it. 

There's more taste, my goodness. My family is very fond of turmeric leaves, my brother's family loves pace leaves. 

"Sorry I'm sleepy." I rolled my body and turned my back. 

"The call is changed, brother kek, abi kek, or dear." Kaf has spoken twice about this. 

"What's the way?" I will live up to his expectations, rather than take the initiative myself. 

"His Majesty the King of Kaf."

My eyes bloomed perfectly, then I turned around to face him again. His laughter immediately echoed, he tried to chew his food in the middle of his laughter. 

"This serious?" I thought it was true. 

"Yes not." He pulled my nose. "Call brother aja kek generally, later after having children ya call abi." He put his dirty dishes on the nightstand, then grabbed his drinking water. 

"Make the child sick? I'm afraid I have a child because it makes him sick." I talk about my fears slowly. 

"Hm?" He put his empty glass on my dirty plate. 

"S**s?" tanyanya. 

I nodded faintly and bowed, I was embarrassed to hear him mention it clearly. 

"Later to learn, I don't know how to make it good either. But if men say, yes, it's delicious. Just fitting that first time, I even feel the pain of pee." His sentence was decapitated, he was like reviewing the taste that he had ever felt. 

"How do women feel?" manya curious. 

"The pain of his expression."

I frowned, I felt something strange about the sentence. I feel like this is my own experience. 

"You have a sore pee?" I remember him asking to be called brother. "Eh, that means brother." I changed his favorite call. 

"Yes, yes the word medical. So anyway, the outermost urinary tract is widened because of the movement in and out."

So what is he talking about about his insights into the medical science of marriage, or about his experiences? 

"Abang on the train?" I try to ask questions so that I can conclude clearly. 

He nodded. "Yes, it's a little big." He opened the hooks on his jeans. 

He was no longer wearing a white suit. But he changed into black jeans and a saffron-colored shirt. 

"You what?" I was thinking that he wanted to show it. 

"It used to be not this wide, let alone fit before ever try." He actually showed an item that was darker than his skin color. 

"SORRY!!!" I hurriedly closed my eyes, I panicked overwhelmingly. 

Oh God, where was my thought? 

"Huuu, lebay." 

It seemed like the edge of the bed was already unencumbered by his body weight. I opened my eyes and saw him walking towards the door with the dirty dishes and glasses. 

Once there he was, how dare he step out after making me panic. After all, why would he show his outer urinary tract? 

Uh, oh yeah. He wanted to show that his outer urinary tract was widened, coupled with the sentence after trying. 

So, he really did that insulting thing? 

Innalillahi, does he have no faith? Does his partner have no shame in the opposite sex? 

I remember the words of someone I heard. The sin of adultery goes down to the child, he said, not his sin, but the behavior of his parents. This is not a definite benchmark, because there are also descendants of good people, ustadz for example, but his son can not keep his marwah. 

Nowadays it is clever young people. They are in the house of alim once, outside the house of the moral is inversely proportional. Because there's one KKNku friend like that. 

Back again, so how would my descendants be if my husband was like that? My mind was instantly chaotic. 

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