Should I Share a Husband
It Comes to the Point of Longing

After reading the fairy tale. Abian turned to the little girl who was by his side. He made sure the child was asleep or not.

His hands were flicked in front of his face. Abian thought the little girl had fallen asleep, because indeed Qeera looked to close her eyes.

However, while moving. Qeera called out to him, making Abian sit back by his side.

"Papa sleeps here just like me. Let your mother be alone." he said.

"Darling, you want a baby sister?" ask Abian who is out of sense.

The boy smiled happily. "You, papa, really want to have a baby sister" replied Qeera enthusiastically.

"Naahh, now, let papa sleep with mother huh? I want to have a baby sister." Abian smiled back.

"Couldn't be the same mother anyway? It makes the baby's sister should be the same mother, right?" ask Qeera. And Abian patted her forehead.

"Yes, it must be the same mother." Abian replied with anxiety.

"Together I. Can't that be?" ask the boy again. Makes Abian massage his temple.

"Bikin the baby's sister, kayak gamanan heh pa? Give me an example dong? I also want to make the baby's sister have two. From papa and from me." he added again. Abian was increasingly made dizzy to face question after question that Qeera lay for him. As a result of the temple, then move which this time turn to massage part of his head.

"Papa's dizzy? Then don't make a baby brother first. It will get dizzy. For a moment. I'll get you some lightheadedness first." Qeera went to take the medicine.

"[Honey. What has Qeera been fed all this time? I got dizzy with him]" a message he sent to his wife.

Read it, then laugh.

"[Emang, why the hell Mas?]" ask Ajeng while holding back a laugh.

"[Tau ah, it's late at night, he should understand his papa is stressed because always, there is an obstacle]" complained Abian. The teacher came back laughing.

"[Surely you're laughing at me. Aye right? So I don't reply to my message anymore. Watch it later]"

He chuckled while reading it. "[He's a little boy, I don't know anything, just be patient. Qeera must be sleeping Mas, you already have it then. May you succeed in conquering it.]" Ajeng closed while ending the emoticons stick out their tongues.

"Before later, I will conquer you until morning." murmured Abian smiled.

Qeera went back in and handed the medicine over. Abian accepted it. "Thank you pretty boy" he smiled.

"Father, the feeling is often very dizzy! Papa was also dizzy, until I gave him the medicine for papa." asked Qeera.

"Son, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is that you have to sleep yes, it's already night. Lookie! It's ten." Abian said as he pointed at the clock on the wall.

"Yes papa." reply Qeera.

The boy returned to lay himself on the bed. Fifteen minute interval. Finally, Qeera fell asleep.

"Alhamdulilla... Congratuations. Finally sleeping too." said Abian while touching the chest.

Immediately Abian moved slowly, afraid that the child would wake up again, then go out and step into the room where there was already a wife waiting for him.

When in the room. He didn't see his wife there. Abian is looking for him. "Darling where are you anyway? Don't delay time, it's night." call Abian.

Suddenly Ajeng emerged from behind the walk in closet wearing a white kebaya that he wore when Ijab qabul hospital.

"May I be free?" asked Abian while holding a veil attached to the beautiful face of the wife. The teacher nodded his head.

Slowly, the veil was removed, and he threw it in any direction. After opening. Now it is clear that the hair is full.

Without waiting for anything else. Abian untied that hair. Then there was black hair dangling down and it was very beautiful.

Abian's eyes were stunned to see it. For the first time he saw his wife's hair. Unable to speak anymore. The man was sedated by the charm of the woman standing before him.

His index finger raised the chin of the lowered wife. Now they both look at each other. And the breath gets heavier.

Abian brought his face closer. Their eyebrows touch each other and then go to the nose. And the next second. The two of them put their breath together. Repeating what was delayed. Until occasionally released to take oxygen. Then start again like an addiction, because now it is halal whenever they want.

She hugged her husband very tightly. And Abian's two hands cupping his wife's cheek. The longer it becomes inseparable.

Then, Abian brought Ajeng to the top of the contest. Slowly put the wife down. He recited the do'a first before performing the very sacred night of the zafaf. He blew his wife's crown while closing his eyes.

Seconds next. The hand released one by one what was attached to his body, immediately the white cloth was already lying on the floor. And without realizing. Ajeng was wearing nothing anymore.

Abian got up, he let go too, all he was wearing. Then he approached his wife. And support.

"Are you ready?" tanya Abian smiled in the middle of her activities . Ajeng nodded his head while smiling.

Even though he was married. Ajeng still felt ashamed in such circumstances, because it had to be seen again by others, when clearly, it was her husband. So that Ajeng covered his face using both hands.

"Dear." whispered the husband.

"I'm ashamed of Mas." said Ajeng speaking behind his hand.

"Why should I be ashamed? I'm your husband too." replied Abian.

"But be ashamed." He would not open his face.

Abian smiled at his wife's behavior. He doesn't care about that anymore. His hand was now moving to touch every inch of his wife's body.to a certain point made Ajeng make a powerful sound and because of reflexes, both hands were no longer attached to his face.

Flirt for the sake of fondling Abian do it very gently. Ajeng was no longer ashamed, covered by a sense that he could not describe.

There was no conversation between the two. Only breaths are heard.

Until the moment will arrive at the sound of longing which is always desired by all married couples. Especially the newlyweds. It is not hypocritical indeed, because they love each other, different from those who are betrothed, because there may be compulsion when doing that, he said, if you do not remember that it is an obligation and must obey whatever the wishes of the husband while still on the path of truth.

Abian finally managed to penetrate the body part of his wife who was always hidden. Both are enjoying the sweat activity. Until the sweat droplets dripped from the forehead of the two. AC kamarpun not able to offer it, as if useless. They didn't turn it off.

Even though he was married. For Ajeng, it still feels domineering, like the first time she did it with her ex-husband in spite of the slight difference. Not to deny it, compared to those who have never done it at all. Moreover, Ajeng had given birth as well.

Ajeng is also very maintain the diet, and often exercise so that his body remains tight.

That guy doesn't care about any of that. Because he doesn't know either. And indeed the first time he did that and of course with his beloved wife. Ajeng Shafanina's.

The man refocused to arrive at his destination. Until the next minute, a long breath marks both that the activity has ended in a point of longing and desire for each other.

Abian peeked at his wife's cheek. "May what I have seeded, be the forerunner of righteous and righteous children, who grow in your heart." whispered right in the ear of the wife.

"Aamiin" said Ajeng smiling as he hugged her so tightly.