That boy is my wife!
Aggressively

Shame, restless, and wanting to disappear from the surface of the earth, instantly fused together. Makes me want to cover my face, when all pairs of eyes now make me the center of attention.

Anyway, I'm so ashamed, my God.

While Jiya, when she looked at him for a moment. The rese boy even frowned sinlessly on the pulpit after leading all the spectators to me.

Hadeh, really. His behavior always puts me into new trouble. Don't know what he is, if I have high anxiety if later stared at people like this?

Fortunately, on my right side was Momi who directly stroked my shoulder to calm my panic. Made me smile back, towards everyone in the place.

After returning from graduation. Jiya and I went back to the penthouse. Well, starting today as well, we both actually live in our own homes.

I, who was still quite upset by Jiya's behavior at school, rushed up the stairs. Go to the room on the second floor.

It's just, everything I had to recount when I heard Jiya's voice screech loudly from downstairs.

Hurry up, I'm the one who got to the last step. Back down the stairs just to make sure Jiya's condition.

And sure enough, not even a day lived the boy had made a tantrum. I saw Jiya still sitting in her position falling, only being able to shake on the spot.

It's upset and angry, but this is my wife. Then, who do I want to go to?

"What else are you doing, Ji?" I am so tired.

I didn't even have the energy to walk towards Jiya, who was now looking at me with pity. With both hands outstretched up, ask to be carried.

"Jiya's back hurts Om, ask for the front carrier well, yeah?!" the question is like a child who wants to buy a toy.

Feeling tired and lazy to argue. I finally nodded my head, at once obeying her childish request.

I lifted his body, but I saw the boy shake his head quickly. As if I don't like the position of this sling.

"Don't look back, Jiya no longer in the mood looking at Om Ferdi's hair. Can not be carried in front, but not bridal style?" the light that kept my eyebrows turning, confused.

"Keep wanting you what kind of position? I know there are only two. If not behind the back, well in front of the bridal style." I retaliated with a detained intonation not to insist.

Could add runyam later, if I join the emotion. Instead of running, I could have been the same demon boy fighting back and forth until morning.

"There are three oms, the other one's in front but Rada's sitting there."

"How sit?"

Finally, I was too loud. Because it's no longer strong to hold him.

"Said Nadin Sama Sekar, this position can only be tried if it is legal and has a husband. Jiya forgets her name, but as Jiya remembers, her chick's legs are around the guy's waist. His hands, tightly wrapped around his neck from the front. That's it!" it was obviously Jiya at length that made me think hard unconsciously.

If not wrong, from Jiya's explanation. I conclude this is the position we did when we shared the ice cream yesterday in the room. The difference is, at that time Jiya and I were sitting on the bed. But these? I'm not sure anyway, it's still safe to just hold it upstairs.

Ekhem! Clear your mind, Fer.

"No, my waist hurts. If you don't want to hold back, don't do it all," I refused blatantly to make Jiya grieve later.

"Ih, Om Ferdi mah stingy. Jiya's feet really hurt to know. Because of the unintentionally high heels themselves."

"Everything if put the stuff, do not be careless. Come on, I'm tired of taking a break."

A moment after that, I immediately left Jiya, which I heard was still murmuring where she stood.

Because, the guest room yesterday was used as a temporary warehouse. Jiya and I had to share the only room upstairs left. Actually there is still another room, but only the guest room and the upper room are filled with bed cover.

After a few minutes, close your eyes. I felt my side start to shake. So did the sound of a slow squeak that indicated that the rese boy had filled the empty space next to me.

It's just that I was too reluctant to open my eyes. Be, I pretend to be asleep, so that the real drowsiness begins to come upon me.

One minute, two minutes, fifteen minutes. The sleepiness did not come too. I instead had to listen to Jiya's rant that sounded to covertly curse at me.

Cih, love playing behind him turns out. How dare when I sleep, the turn is already literate, like being chased by demons. Jiya, thankfully I am dear.

The cup!

W-wait, I didn't expect this. Even if it's a dream and I pretend to be asleep. I hope, I open my eyes immediately to stare back at her dark brown marbles. And the touch of her sweet lips and make me opiate.

It's just, I'm still faithfully pretending to sleep. Although since then, I realize Jiya has been invaded by Jiya with thousands of sweet kisses on all sides.

Damn, fate must resist lust. Even for, she's my own wife. Aigoo, Fer! Unfortunately your fate hiks.

"Om Ferdi, "call Jiya hoarse which makes me hold my breath for a moment.

Slowly, I felt her fingers gently touching the surface of my thin t-shirt. First from the top of the chin, then down to the bottom and stop near the stomach.

Sreth! God, I can only curse in my heart. When he felt the touch of his hand that flicked my shirt up, then played around on my checkered stomach.

"Tonight, Jiya may well. Play by yourself," whispered the rese boy, gently nibbling at the tip of my ear.

I, who still tried to resist this sweet temptation, kept my eyes shut. Letting the demon boy play naughty with his own hands. Until it whines near the ears.

Goddamnit! I didn't think Nadin and Sekar were ruining Jiya's innocence. He even played with his own hands. Argh!!

Dear, Aaron. Should what am I? Really, my body is no longer strong to accept the temptation Jiya gave. However, my heart that is straight and filled with logic still holds firm to my principles to this day.

I wouldn't break it, even if the boy begged me to groan under my feet asking for it. I will firmly refuse and say, "Wait until you're ready to be Mom, then we'll do it."

So, it looks like tonight is going to be a very long night for myself.