Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Letting Go of Longing
The evening contest is not always, when the sun turns, the night changes in the morning. A new day has arrived.
Since the morning the pregnant woman has been working in the kitchen to make her husband's favorite dishes. Vegetable ointment, fried gurame, and tempe mendoan. As if to welcome the arrival of her husband, Khaira willingly linger in the kitchen and produce a variety of dishes that are not only delicious, but also liked by her husband.
After the cooking show in the kitchen, Khaira chose to take a bath so that when her husband came she was fresh. It was like a newlywed, only left for a day by her husband, but every minute that passed made Khaira wishful fret the longing that was stirring in her heart made her feel like someone was in love.
Even so with Radit, the man also hopes to get home soon. Now the feeling of longing seems to multiply because there are wives and their future babies who continue to grow in the womb of his wife.
Fortunately, the trip Bogor - Jakarta is not jammed, so Radit can be more at home. At about 1pm, Radit arrived at his house.
Hearing the sound of a car that seemed to enter the garage, Khaira who was still in the room immediately went down. She wants to open the door for her husband.
Not until her husband knocked on the door with a hand that had almost knocked on the wooden door, apparently the door opened first. Netra the two of them sat at each other with an expanding smile at the corner of her lips.
"Welcome Home Papa.." A warm welcome of course full of love makes Radit develop a smile.
"Papa's home ... Mama and Adek are okay at home?" he replied as he stepped foot into the house.
"Bandi first yes Mas, this abis eat. I've cooked special for you" she said, smiling as she was so happy her husband had arrived home.
Radit scrambled the top of his wife's head. "Yes, I take a shower. Want to take a shower?" his words while blinking his eyes.
Khaira is just a head shake. "Papa don't flirt .. already there shower first. If it goes down, eat first."
Ah, how happy Radit was, his tiredness just disappeared when he arrived at his wife's house to greet him with a smile and all forms of attention. Khaira is home to Radit. Home for him to go home and take off all his tiredness, home for him to be himself. The man continued to smile while flushing his body under the cold air shower. Not until 15 minutes, Radit back down and found his wife had set the dining table.
"What cooking, dear?" tanya had arrived at the dining table.
Khaira just rolled her eyes. "Look at yourself, Mom... Like no?"
Radit also saw one by one the creations of his wife. "Feel my favorite?" tanyanya smiled.
Khaira nodded her head. "Yes, I cooked everything myself. Eat a lot of it."
As funny as Khaira was, she was even willing to endure hunger in order to be able to have lunch with her husband. The two ate together without using a spoon. Both of them eat with their hands.
"Because, your cooking is really good" said the man as he lifted two thumbs up for his wife.
After lunch, the two decided to enter the room. Relax on the sofa in the room.
"Mas, I miss you." said Khaira as soon as she sat down with her husband.
"Me too, miss you and Adek too. Yesterday can't be booby last night?" he asked with a worried face, afraid that his wife could not sleep alone.
"I forced to sleep anyway, even though I miss very much you, no one was hugged" he said spoiled which made Radit anxious for a moment.
Radit kissed his wife with a kiss. "I miss you too, dear."
Of course getting a signal from her husband made Khaira embarrassed for a moment, until her face red blushed.
Inching, Khaira landed herself in her husband's lap and her hands wrapped around his neck.
Without saying a word, this time Khaira bravely landed her kiss on her husband's lips. Just sticking for a few seconds. Making Radit blink at once happy, for a long time his wife who took the initiative to kiss him.
At first it was just a touch of lips. When the lips meet, the next few minutes the lips of the two separate again. But a inch of distance that separated the two, accompanied by a warm breath that swept over the side of their faces felt caressed in a different taste sensation.
Both of Khaira's hands moved between her husband's necks, draping beautifully there. Just as her husband's face lowered again, he landed his lips on Khaira's lips. Meeting lips is more than just a touch, there is something more that both of them want to get.
Suppressing, Radit brought his lips to a stronger and deeper kiss on his wife's lips. Khaira did the same. Kissing her husband's lips. Both are equally demanding. Equally satisfying.
Soluble in the heat of battle, Radit's hands swoop in from behind Khaira's home-grown pajamas. Move slowly there, palpating every inch of skin's epidermis that feels so soft. With courage, even his fingers had removed the hook that was inside there.
The fingers of the hand were palpated, down the curves of his wife's body in a trembling motion. Explore each side, then explore the other side. His hand squeezed the twin hills which made Khaira moan for a moment.
His hand kept moving teasing something down there that made his wife feel shivering with coldness. Like facing a blizzard that makes Khaira feel the trembling of body and soul. Satisfied made his wife screech and clutch tightly at his neck.
In a split second, the hand was so agile as to remove his second outfit. Makes both equally plain.
"Beautiful.." he said, tucking a strand of hair on the side of his wife's face, and his hand gently stroked his wife's protruding belly.
Both hands were holding Khaira's body. "Move your hips dear.." the man gave instructions to his wife to move in her lap. Of course because this is a safe position for Pregnant Women, so it will not press the stomach in which there are both of their children.
The man pulled his wife's body until the two stuck together, with eyes that admired each other's beautiful creation of God.
The man guided his wife to move slowly, in a gentle rhythm. Both of them were even stung while experiencing a release for the two.
Instantly Khaira scatters her head on the chest of her husband's field, accompanied by a pouring sweat. The heated battle that occurred that afternoon really made both of them gasp for air.
Finding that his second breath was more regular, without cue, Radit carried his wife's body into the bathroom cleaning up the remnants of their romance.
"Still missing? Hasn't he been seen by Papa yet?" Radit chuckles while now helping dry his wife's hair after shampooing.
The question that actually makes Khaira's face more blushing. "The seneng Papa. Her face was so cheerful." she said as she looked at her husband's face from the mirror reflection.
"And get the intake of vitamins, dear." he said while chuckling amusedly. "Later if it gets bigger after pregnancy should be visited more often Adeknya loh Darling, will look for a birth canal."
Khaira pinched her husband's waist. "You're like that the most pinter, huh Mas."
Radit spread his shoulders. "I've read sweetheart, so no word. Connections can trigger contractions later, adding to the opening naturally."
"The most fashionable husband in the world." - sahut Khaira while eyeing her husband.