The Heart of Old Menjakaka
150. Ice cream pans
"Ijo colors are good too, Om. Ah look at the material. Gentle." The image of the felt fabric that is currently being squeezed by Steven. Not soft actually, just plain. But he deliberately said it to make Steven happy.
"Where there is soft. It's rough, Cit. Disposable must be torn immediately." Steven clucking. He really doesn't like gifts from Angga. Also felt inexhaustible, could-can his papa just give him a color. Isn't there a little bit?
"Try Cobain. Tear it up."
"Ah lazy very. Bad colors," he sneered.
"It's good. Father said .. If we are loved something should be happy. Don't look at the price either, but look at the sincerity in her giving," explains the gentle image. "I'm sure ... Papa Angga must have sincerely bought the color for us. We should appreciate it, Om."
"You're smart, Cit, teach me. Now it's time for me to teach you a new style." Steven lifted Citra's body while holding a pillow from Sofyan. Then take her to bed.
"What's the new style, Om?"
"Love."
Slowly Steven laid him down, then lifted his wife's buttocks and placed the pillow under his waist.
"Cock like this, Om?" The image was somewhat surprised by his quite high position. Moreover, both of his thighs have Steven wide open.
"This is how you use it, right? It's gonna be better, Cit."
Steven hurried off all his clothes, throwing them down. After that, he immediately bowed by aligning his face to the core of Citra's body. No need to take off her clothes, because they are already open.
"Nohh ...." The image rounded his eyes wide when he felt Steven's tongue and lips playing down there. His hand reflexes were smashing Steven's head hair. The sensation is delicious. "Great son, Om."
Steven further deepened his fungus to make Citra more powerful grabbed his hair.
After being satisfied and making Citra reach the release, Steven began to act on the actual game. That is teaching Citra a new style in lovemaking. But they moved around, from the mattress, sofa, carpet until now in front of the curtains.
The two stood up, but faced each other with one of the Citra's legs raised and placed over Steven's shoulder. Her husband continued to shake.
"Is this a good thing, Cit?" steven asked with a breath of breath. Both of his hands were busy crashing agar. His entire body and body were bathed in sweat.
"Enak. I'm going out again, Om," said Citra slowly.
"Look at you." Steven moved his hips faster, deeper until the clash of the two skin rang out in the ears. Until finally a few minutes later they reached a joint release.
***
Next day.
"Well, her new bride Mama's getting tidy. Beautiful and handsome!" sindi was in the dining room. Praise the two men who just came down the stairs then approached her.
The image wears black cotton long pants and pink short shirt. On his back was a backpack, also he was wearing black flatshoes.
Steven was wearing a blue denim suit. Black work shoes.
"Morning, Ma" said Steven and Citra together.
"Morning. Have breakfast together, Mama make basil fried rice. Special to you," Sindi asked.
Both of them sat down, pulling their seats. Citra immediately took the plate and poured the fried rice for Steven, after which it was new for him.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't help you make breakfast. I'm bad luck" Citra said with a bad feeling. "Tomorrow I will try to wake up early, learn to make fried rice.
"It's okay, just relax." Sindi pinched the puffiness of Citra's nose. "Oh yeah, how's the gift? Opened yet? You don't get a gift from Mama?" Though Sindi had seen Citra herself wearing necklaces and earrings, but she wanted to hear for herself the opinion of her daughter-in-law.
"That's sweet. Whatever you love is always beautiful" Citra replied with blushing cheeks.
"Such sweet, Cit, the answer. Make Mama's heart flowery." Sindi smiled then stroked Citra's hair and switched to stroking her stomach.
"Where are you going?" steven asked with eyes that glanced over here and there. Seeking the existence of Angga. Actually, he was looking because he wanted to protest the gift problem.
"Let's take a shower in front of Kevin."
"It seems your father will take care of him. The proof was yesterday to ask Bejo to run a bird cage."
"Ngapain maintained? What is the benefit of keeping birds? I have birds too."
"Birds where they can fly, Stev. And anyways nempel. Strangely you are."
"But Kevin is Tian, Ma. Why does pet have people. Just give it back." Steven snorted angrily while chewing the fried rice.
"Which is also not nyariin this." Sindi has no objection to Kevin's presence. Doesn't matter. "And anyways .. meningan Papa pet Kevin. There's her work. Instead of eating sleep, keep playing games. Mama bosen look at it. He looks happy too, Stev. Let it go."
"Father happy, I'm miserable! That bird is as insolent as I am, Ma!"
"How insolent?"
"He used to tease me, barking again. Yesterday my hair he was growing. Plus last night go in the room without excuse!"
"What time?" Sindi stared in disbelief. "But as far as Mama Kevin knew it was a submissive bird, polite as well."
"Where is! He's barking!" his objection.
"Well, you're barking too, Cit?" ask Sindi towards Citra.
"No, Ma." Imagery shook.
"Not what?" Steven turned to Citra with a sour face. "Night instead of him asking to be held with you, huh? That's a songong, Cit!" pissed off.
"But it's not—“
"Ah come on, don't talk Kevin!" sela Steven was angry. "Bikin don't eat!"
Sindi and Citra looked at each other. Then Sindi shook her head while chuckling. He was funny with Steven's attitude.
'Bad image, when he took Kevin smelly than me? I'm 'the husband' Steven's inner annoyance.
"Lho, is the fried rice not eaten? Is it not good?" sindi asked as she stared at the still intact fried rice plate belonging to her son-in-law.
Not not not eaten actually, Citra has eaten one mouthful. His tongue wants something now.
"Honey boy, Ma." The image immediately bribed a spoon into his mouth, then chewed it slowly. He slowly turned to look at Steven while touching the back of his hand. The man looked at her. His face looked grim. "Om .. I'm getting ice cream."
"It's still morning, you'll get a stomachache."
"But I want to."
"Buy it, Stev. Nothing, maybe Citra cravings," said Sindi while stroking Citra's stomach. "The wife of cravings must be obeyed, later your child is born, want you?"
"But it's still morning, Ma."
"What matters is breakfast."
Steven was breathing rough. "Well, let's buy it, all of you go to college." Steven downed the drinking water on the glass, then stood up while embracing the shoulder of Citra. The two immediately kissed the back of Sindi's hand.
"But, Om. I want to buy ice cream is not the same Om."
Image's words made Steven stop, the man turned his head with a frowning forehead. Looking at the image full of questions.
"meaning?"
"If I could, I'd like to go get some ice cream with Papa, Om."
...Waduh .. search for diseases here Citra. Soon again Father same child war like 🤣...