Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
The Part 130
Maryam chose Baby Sittir over 35 years old. Besides being more experienced, it also prevents Maryam from bad thoughts if for example the baby sitter will tease her husband.
Maryam could not be hypocritical that she was afraid of putting a young woman in her house and Maryam also told Amar that reason. Instead of being offended, Amar laughs amusedly and assures Maryam that since she was with Maryam, her entire body and heart only wanted one Maryam.
Tonight the two are spending time together after putting Baby Ezra to sleep. Maryam will take care of her son at night, while her Baby sitter will only take care of Ezra when Maryam has to go to college.
"I love you" whispered Amar in the ear of his wife who was currently leaning on Amar while Amar massaged his shoulder. Mary looked and said.
"I love you" then she kisses her husband's lips and Amar welcomes her with pleasure. His early light kiss is now deeper.
"You're like cocaine, make me addicted" Amar said between their kisses. Maryam smiled happily at the compliments her husband always gave her. Even when Maryam felt insecure with her body that was like a rice sack due to her pregnancy, she was, Amar kept praising how sexy his wife was and Amar said he had never seen anyone sexy from his Maryam. And when Maryam was afraid of not being able to meet the needs of her husband's bed during pregnancy, Amar again praised his wife who said it felt very delicious and really made her crazy during the pregnancy.
"Gombal yes" whispered Maryam after releasing her kiss. Amar chuckled and pulled Mary's body until the bodies of the two touched each other.
"It's not a molly, honey. But you're right, you're sweet, delicious, savory"
"That's all crisps" said Maryam who immediately made Amar laugh but quickly Maryam smothered her husband's mouth with her tiny hands "Shhhttt, baby Ezra wake up" whispered Maryam.
Amar removed Mary's hand from her mouth and Amar immediately kissed Mary's knuckles very gently and affectionately. The little things that made Mary feel adored and loved.
"Now let's prove, whether you're also a crick or crunchy" said Amar in a changed voice, a sign that he had thought of something beautiful and crazy for tonight. Maryam blushed when she understood what her husband wanted. Although many times they have combined love, but Maryam is still often embarrassed.
"If Baby Ezra wakes up?" ask Maryam while enjoying the touch of her husband who has spread to where.
"That's why we shouldn't be so rowdy" Amar replied in an increasingly hoarse voice. Maryam laughing.
"Right? we want to fight until we get rowdy"
"War, Honey. Beautiful war" replied Amar and Maryam was no longer able to serve the ravings of her husband. Because now he only focuses on the touch of love and love from his husband.
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"Darling..."
"Hmm?"
Amar stroked the head of his wife and occasionally played the hair of the wife who is currently in her arms after they fought so shahdu.
"I want to have a lot of kids, but... "Maryam immediately looked up and looked at her husband wistfully.
"But what?" mary asked in a loud voice.
"That's the nature of women, pregnant, giving birth and breastfeeding. I also want to have another child, but later after Ezra can walk" said Maryam and Maryam's answer made Amar very happy. Then he immediately gave a tubi kiss on the face of the wife.
"If so we have to go to the doctor and consult to prevent pregnancy until Ezra can walk"
"Hem, tomorrow the day after. I have class tomorrow"
"But, dear.." suddenly Amar sounded as if he was panicking and made Maryam curious.
"But what?" ask Maryam.
"If that was Baby, what would it be?" Maryam laughed at her husband's funny question.
"Yes maybe it's our sustenance" Maryam replied casually "What kind of child do you want?" ask Maryam again while gently rubbing her husband's cheek.
"Five... Uh.. Six"
"A lot of ya" murmured Maryam while chuckling.
"But it's up to you to have how many children. You are pregnant and giving birth, so the final decision remains in your hands" said Amar then kissed the tip of his wife's nose.
"I give up all the same God, whatever love I am grateful for. But after giving birth I want to KB first until our child can walk or two years old. Yes in order to take care of our children" said Maryam and Amar nodded in agreement.
"Darling, you know.." asked Amar as he gave a smile.
"Thank you" answered Maryam half teasing her husband and it made Amar chuckle.
"Then here I tell you.." said Amar "Initially I think you only want one or two children, because you want a career. I also don't think you still want to take care of Ezra when there is a Baby Sitter" said Amar while looking at the face of his wife who always makes her heart warm.
"Darling, that baby sitter just helped to ease my job of taking care of Ezra, not taking full responsibility, because Ezra needs his mother and must have a different taste in caring for his own mother or baby sitter" answered Maryam who is really Amar. Because Amar and Amora also used to be more often in the care of her caregiver "And about children. The child's sustenance, blessings, and it's not going to be a barrier to my career it will even be my encouragement" continued that makes Amar tesenym proud of its contents.
"You're the best of the best" said Amar proudly.
"I'm not. And don't praise too often, I'm afraid to be big-headed and arrogant. Because honestly, praise is a greater ordeal than humiliation for me, because it can make me feel right and arrogant without me noticing" said Maryam while chuckling, because it is true that Amar often praised her and Maryam was afraid that the praise would make her feel the upper hand and fall on vanity in a way that seemed right.
"Okey, I'll stop saying compliments. But..." Amar again launched his act of teasing his wife with a touch of her touch, as if Maryam was indeed a kokaij that always makes Amar want again and again "I will not stop saying my heart. I Love You, I love you and I will always love you forever and ever"
"I love you more" Maryam replied in a low voice.
"I love you more and more"
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Tbc...