The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
Nyidam Lana's

Rama ran into his room, ignoring the words of the driver Mr. Ergi. He could not wait to see his wife and baby. Seen in the room, Nita looked up as she sat on the floor with each baby in a basket swinging by herself.

Rama immediately knelt down after Nita shifted and gave her space. He grabbed his daughter in his left hand as those beautiful sharp little eyes stared at him. Cheek and lips that tiny. "Well, he keeps looking at me."

Nita smiled as often as she found Rama's eyes glazed over, it was so touching her deepest soul. "Yes, he misses you .... I miss his papa so much."

Rama looked at Nita for a moment and brought her cheeks closer until she kissed him. "I want to carry both."

Nita took the baby with the birthmark on the right arm from the basket and put the baby on her husband's right arm. Rama looked down and kissed his second sleeping baby.

"Ah make envious. Finally, my granddaughter met her papa," murmured Sergey at the door line of the room. He wiped away the clear dew that had pooled in the eye pelvis. Sergey was surprised because Devan was already on the side.

"Why not go in?" Devan asked suspiciously, but tried to look reasonable.

Sergey chuckles and gives some distance, but Devan doesn't rush in. "You want to come in?"

"No. Let them spend time together. Nita Kasian."

"Yes pity, Atha .... "

Devan turned his head sharply and faced the surprised driver. "What did you call it?" Devan frowned increasingly suspicious.

"I mean pity Mrs Nita."

"Oppa, Oppa, let's play again!" Moses drew Devan's hand and held the swords.

"That's papa coming home. Moses didn't want to see you?" devan asked with a slight bow.

Moses looked into the room and saw his back, and the three-year-old ran inside cheerfully. "Father! Papa Rama!"

Rama felt a hug on the neck from the tiny hands of the first child. "Moses .... "

"Father, Moses had two. Papa, Moses wants to be carried." Moses with a little whining and a little jumping up and down.

"Here we go, I want our daughter's milk first."

"We name him Bunga" Rama told Nita, looking at the baby with a birthmark.

"Finally, I'm nervous and not confused anymore." Nita smiled as she put Baby Flowers in the baby basket that was still swaying.

"Bloom Grandpa!" moses looked over Papa's shoulder.

"Here, my daughter Helen Rammalia Abhimanyu" said Rama, staring at the princess in the sling and the boy smiling very beautifully. "Mashallah, he understands. He likes his name."

Rama looked at Nita who was nodding. "Helen, the color of your eyes is like that of Papa and Brother Moses."

"Just like Moses, Pah" Moses chirped. He hugged the neck until Papa Rama coughed.

"Bunga Ramalia Abhimanyu" said Nita with a smile looking at the child in the basket.

Ten names were made for Rama two months ago. Now the husband has chosen two names out of ten. "Hellen and Flowers."

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Devan follows Ergi because he suspects that Ergi has mentioned the name of Atha. Nita's childhood name is known only by certain people.

Ergi was seen coming into Sergey's room. Devan still likes to be confused why lately Ergi often enter Sergey's room, also often smell the perfume owned by Sergey..

Sergey never told me about Ergi. Perhaps Ergi was just an enemy of Sergey who entered the family, but what was the purpose?

Devan went down the stairs and found Intania coming with two maids carrying two suitcases. Soon Devan greets Intania. The woman couldn't wait to go to Nita's room. Rama's younger sister kissed her hand and immediately followed Intania.

"Om, see my husband?"

Devan turned around and saw Lana, who was three months pregnant, emerge from the kitchen with a plate of fried rice. He is confused as to what to tell that Ergi to Sergey's room.

"Don't know, that was from Nita's room." Devan lied.

"Rama's home?" Lana with sparkling eyes due to Devan's nod. "I'd like to see him first."

"Who's that fried rice for? Just make Om here." Devan gulps himself, making him hungry because of his aesthetic appearance.

"This is my husband's favor, Om. Lana makes it again for Om. This is the air. I don't want shrimp. No, Lana wants to see Rama."

Devan smiled at the smile. Head bobbles to the newlyweds. Like to argue, but the dispute is funny, as if equally jaim between Lana and Ergi.

In Nita's large room, Lena sits holding fried rice and gets swept away in the excitement of Intania's chatter due to losing her passport, but is later found falling under a seat on the other side of the plane.

Lana stroked her stomach. I don't know, confused by Ergi's attitude. He doesn't even know Ergi's family yet. Lana smiled at Nita who was swaying to Rama.

"Tante, Moses wants fried rice." Moses holds the plate Lana holds.

"It's bad, Auntie made it again, huh?" Lana smiled as the boy nodded.

"Let Mama do it, huh?" Nita offers to the son.

"You're aunty, Mah." Moses whined while holding a toy sword.

"I did, I did it. I'm looking for Mas Ergi first" said Lana as she got out of the chair, then left Nita's room.

"You're not jealous, will your son be more desperate with Lana?" tanya Intan while patting Baby Helen's bokoong in a sling.

"Nita and Rama are happy, with Lana and Mr. Ergi. So, rame."

"Yes. Rama is still out of town. Pity Nita for being alone without Lana." Rama gave his wife a word.

"But, jealous Mom." Intan with jaim tone. "Typically, Moses immediately hugged Mama. This is even Mama's dicuekin."

"I'm jealous too, brother! Moses has lost his tant," said Vira helped chimed in the mama.

"Omma don't go home, bobo with Moses. Moses does not want to be the same as Oppa Devan. It will be the same Omma" said Moses, and sat on Rama's lap.

"Well, Moses misses his sleep with Mama, you know?" rama's insinuation to Mama Intan and her mother immediately smiled.

...****************...

When Sergey returns to the kitchen, he looks for Lana. His stomach was hungry. It turns out that Lana's cooking is no less the same as Nita, it is precisely she so lately accustomed to Lana's cooking and began to like the taste.

"Mas, I'm looking for nothing in the garden. You know it here." Lana put the dishes on the kitchen table. Her breathing is so bad because pregnancy makes her tired.

"I'm the one looking for you" said Sergey coldly and seated himself in Lana's newly drawn chair. "You've eaten ..... I mean, you need to eat for my baby."

Lana shook her head.

"You haven't had breakfast? It's noon!" Sergey stared at Lana.

"Want to eat young mangoes, but again not the season. There is no market." Lana rolled her eyes and her face warmed up. He does not want to be said to be spoiled, but he knows enough himself that there is only Nita in Ergi's mind.

"Because of that you don't eat?" Sergey asked with a frown and Lana nodded doubtfully.

"Damn ! It's just a hassle" said Sergey in his heart. She was afraid her baby was lacking in nutrients.

"Sit here." Sergey swung his gaze at the chair at the side and waited for Lana to move.

"Eat, this is for my baby. Not for you, because I made it clear that you should not put your hopes on me" Sergey said, scooping the first spoon into Lana's lips. The woman just nodded and started eating her food.

"Kok, so I'm the one who finished it, Mas? I'm full already." Lana shook her head because she was reluctant to chew again.Two-thirds of fried rice was precisely she who ate.

"Let's get me a mango." Sergey sat down properly after facing Lana. Now he finished the remaining fried rice. Sergey realized he was being stared at. "Don't look at me. You should know your limits."

Lana nodded and looked back. He was just confused as to why the man was eating with the same spoon. "Where do you want to find mango?"

"Not yet." Sergey went back to devouring food and was confused where to find young mango. Sergey pensively remembered three months ago.

When Rama went to take Nita dinner. Nita is very elegant in a red sleeveless dress. His grandson also wears a suit with the same shape as Rama. Even Rama did not want to be escorted, he said he wanted to drive himself.

So, Sergey was frustrated and unsettled.

When returning to the room Sergey was sick of seeing Lana who had just finished bathing in a wrapped towel. Although fed up, he is a man who has not touched women for many years, other than his mother Rama.

"Bagcari .... " Sergey in a cold tone, made Lana who was still shocked then stepped up in a hurry.

"I didn't know there was a Mas in the room. Don't be mad." Lana with a trembling tone.

"Open." Sergey with a heavy and fast tone.

"What's opened?"

"Handel, open." Sergey found Lana's head. "Open or is your husband going to open this?"

Sergey was furious because the woman still did not want to obey him. She approached Lana who continued to retreat until she was cornered in bed.

"Mas, Lana's not ready yet. Lana can't yet. Lana still -"

"Still thinking about your ex?" Sergey's got Lana's chin on.

"Lana's still coming on the moon and it's only two days away from clean."

Sergey screeched and let go of Lana's chin and then moved out of the room. He chose to go to his own room. Lock yourself in the room Nita used to occupy.

When the night Lana said that night was clean. Sergey went into the room and turned off the lights. "You haven't slept? Serve me."

"Mas" Lana's voice trembled and felt like she was waking up from sleep.

Sergey felt a touch of Lana's hand on the surface of the mattress and nudged her waist."Don't make a sound and just do it."

Sergey leads Lana into the dark. He didn't want to illfeel when he heard Lana's voice. However, he did not dare to imagine Nita. He would rather die if he were to commit the thought of sin, which is a disease. Do not want to be disgusting then the chest filled with tightness and guilt or addiction.

However, it is undeniable to make him feel the desire, Sergey imagines someone who was once close. Want to not imagine being with Intan.

"You're a virgin?" Sergey tried to lure the woman's body with a touch. The question was not answered, he did not know the answer because it was dark.

After the release, Sergey felt Lana sleeping on her back, and felt the body tremble with Isak. I don't know what's being handled? He is a husband and deserves this. Sergey thinks Lana knows the job.

When it was morning, Sergey did not see Lana. When he grabbed his tangled clothes, he saw a red stain on the white bed sheet, on his bed. Sergey's view dimmed, what did he do wrong by taking the joy of his wife?

Sergey's long daydreams are renewed when Lana is nauseous. The woman threw up in the sink. Oh, my God, the food you just ate came out all. Sergey massaged Lana's nape, feeling pity because he remembered Intania when she was pregnant with Vira.

"So Lana-puked?"

Sergey turned to the back with a swipe. His eyes immediately glazed over to see his 18-year-old daughter.

"Vira," Sergey chirped unwittingly. Vira was confused and walked over to him with an incomprehensible look. Damn, I hope Vira doesn't recognize.

"Sister Lana is sick? Need to see a doctor?" Vira turns to Lana who just finished vomiting. He glanced at the man who had somehow looked at him in a strange way.

"Ugh, I'm just nauseous." Lana received a tissue from her husband. He was beaten by a man who was always cold to him.

"So, just rest. Let me make fried rice for Moses." Vira was glued to the wrist of the man who was holding Lana's arm. The tattoo is like Papa's. M

When Vira finished making the fried rice, the driver went back into the kitchen. Vira moved the fried rice onto the plastic plate while continuing to glance back at the burly wrist. "Good tatto, sir ...."

"Religious. My name is Ergi." Sergey did not dare to look. He was so scared that Vura became suspicious and realized something strange. "It's a market tattoo."

Sergey was surprised that Vira approached him and glanced at his wrist.

"That's not the market. My late father had one too." Vira twisted her lips bitterly. Her tears burst out and pooled in the eye peluk. "I'm a miss Papah. Every papa stroked my arm, my eyes fixed on such a tattoo."

Sergey took a deep breath and tried hard. Damn, this daughter can make her cover open because it is very difficult for her to hold back the emotional longing.

Sergey turned the spoon slowly in the hot water of the instant ginger drink as the princess looked towards him.

"Do you have a daughter?"

Vira's question jolts Sergey until the spoon swings, and hot water splashes into Vira's hand

"Sorry, No!" Sergey immediately saw two white hands flushed and fluttered. Sergey pulled the two tiny hands into the sink.

"Hehehe. Mr. Ergi I'm fine." Vira giggled at the driver's overreaction.

"It's hot, I say excessive, can leave a wound."

"Vira, what's wrong with you?" Intania sent Moses down from the sling at the kitchen door. He instantly pulled his daughter's hand after jerking the hand of the man who was carelessly holding Vira. For a moment Intan's nose twitched and sniffed, the smell of ex-husband perfume.

Intania's nape goosebumps. He glanced at the reddish marks on his daughter's hands. "Why are you, anyway? These hands can be red."

"Sorry, it's because of me." Sergey continued to look at the now aging Intan.

"You, who are you?" Intan asked curiously and did not get angry. He saw the driver's uniform.

"Sir Ergi, Mah. Also Lana's husband." Vira chimed in, because the man looked down, he was sure the driver was afraid of the fierce mamah face.

"Oh, driver? Please, next time don't touch my daughter, not even the tip of her hair."

Sergey nodded with a straight look. He thought of a way to make the annoying impression that Intania had to feel. "Okay, Omma."

"Omma? Am I old!" Intania yells.

"Mommy?" Vira grimaces astonishment. "Your mother is young."

"I'm sorry, I usually hear Den Musa calling you 'Omma'" Sergey let out a laugh, delighted to make Intania angry.

"Only my grandson can call Omma. You keep calling me Madam Intan." Intan grieves and leaves the kitchen. "Where is fried rice for Moses? Quickly take Vira," Intan's voice turned softly on her daughter.

"Yes, Mah." Vira walked up to the driver. "Sir Ergi, I'm sorry about my mother. Don't take heart. Surely Mr. Ergi has a daughter, huh?"

"Yes, she's very pretty, like Non." Sergey smiled as often as he did.

"How old is your son?"

"18 years, Nope."

"As rich as I age dong Pak Ergi! Sometimes bring play here dong, let me play with him."

Sergey laughed in a snort. It was stupid why he answered so easily. Sergey agreed to his daughter's invitation.

Ginger tea was brought, passing through the pavilion courtyard. Now she occupies the house that used to be for helpers. He asked Lana to tell Nita. If it is still one roof, he is afraid if his conversation with Lana is heard by Rama or Nita.

Sergey goes into the room, and finds Lana just coming out of the toilet with a wet mouth. "Vomiting again?"

"I'll find my own mango. It seems, this will subside if you have eaten it," said Lana with a limp body.

"Let me look, you rest."

"Mas, can Lana come? Lana's already gonna eat it."

Sergey rolled a lazy eye, if not for the baby, he's a woah. "Yes, put on your jacket. I'll let Mr. Rama go."

Sergey stepped out, tired of being a babu at home. Why is his life so bad. It's because of Pedro, but if there's no Pedro, he could die. Then you can see the two washing twins are very funny.

...****************...

When Sergey came back, he saw Intania was playing hp. Sergey glanced around and found a lizard. Quickly he held the lizard. The animal severed its tail as it tried to protect itself. He then threw the lizard at Intania's head.

"ah! What's this! Ahh Ahhh!" Intania immediately stood up and shook her entire body as it was amused at something falling into her hair and into the clothes.

"What, Mah, screaming?" Vira runs out of Nita's room holding a diaper..He approached the mother who flicked her hands to the surface of her chest and back.

"That, Madam seems like something's downfall" Sergey said in a tone made serious. In the heart laughs evilly. It's very funny.

"Geez, baby amused, there was that lizard-ah!" Intania jumped to the left until she unconsciously nudged the driver. He pulled the driver. "Quick catch the trigger and throw it away!"

"Where can I be arrested, ma'am?" said Sergey in a tone made to complain and try to catch the lizard and succeed. "Well caught! Just this little lizard, madam!"

"ah!Get that away from me! You-you!" Intania felt her heart pounding and was scared when she saw the not-so-big lizard. Those lizard eyes are terrible. He shuddered. "Rama please help Mamah!"

"What, Mah?" Rama ran ngos-ngosan. "Sir Ergi!" Rama took the lizard out of the driver's hand. "Why are you thrusting that in front of a mom who's afraid of lizards!"

Sergey breathed an annoyed breath. Why he's got his own son's car. Make the heart uncomfortable.

"You! You, the driver doesn't know the rules!" Intan got upset and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. "Vera, grab your mom's negligee!"

"Yes, Mah." Vera approached Mr. Ergi who looked dreamy. "You're so outrageous. Mama I was scared and you were really outrageous. Mama I had a trauma with a lizard and you are so outrageous! Have you ever felt fear?" Vera shook her head with a disappointed look then passed the driver, who she saw had smiled when her mother was frightened before the arrival of Rama.

"Yes, he's angry. Can the heart spot be good for the heart, let's not limp? did I miss it?" sergey's mind is uncomfortable on its own.

When Sergey turned around, Rama looked at him sharply. He followed Rama to the study. He sat in front of Rama. His son is now a grown man! He's so proud.

"Sir Ergi, Mamah I am very afraid of lizards, snakes, millipedes, rats, cockroaches. All the animals whose skin is slippery-thick, my mother was afraid of it. I'm asking for help, yes sir, from now on if you see that, help my Mama stay away. Don't let my mama see it."

"Good, Sir. Maybe I was wrong. I am confused why Madam Intan shouted, I did not know. Going forward, I'll pay more attention to that." Sergey humbled himself because here he was the driver. Rama was really angry.

"Sir, I want permission because my wife wants to eat young mango. So, I'm going out for about two hours. As soon as I can I will be back. If I don't get it in two hours I'll be back."

"Mango?" Rama rounded his eyes, so Nita remembered while pregnant. He grabbed a piece of paper and recorded an address. "Try here, it seems there is."

Sergey grabbed the paper from Rama's hand. "Thank you, Master for your kindness. Excuse me."

An hour later, Sergey had reached the outskirts of town. He looked into the yard with a mango tree that still had a few mangoes left, but was very tall.

"Mas, if you can't, don't go" said Lana with the thought of not being able to get fruit on high.

Sergey looked at Lana and smiled, until Lana was speechless because of that smile. The first time, even though there was no one else, the man smiled at him.

"Wait, don't call me Ergi, if I can't fulfill my son's wish."

Lana smiled in admiration, speechless, this is another figure behind Ergi's attitude that has always been cold all this time?

The woman frowned as Ergi returned to the car and grabbed the phone and called someone. Lana said hello to the owner. Then express the intention to a hijab grandmother.

"Who's phone, man?" Lana was itching because she kept quiet. Usually, she did not dare to ask anything because it was indeed a ban from her husband.

"Help."

The fire engine pulled over behind Rama's car. Lana is made dumbstruck as Ergi climbs on the ladder of the pulley, which is directed to the branch of the mango tree, which is 10 meters high.

The man picked the mango and showed it towards Lana." I can, right? Ahaha!" Sergey was proud, he always obeyed all the will of his children. What would life be like if not to make children happy.

Lana smiles and nods her head to see Sergey happy not to be a cockerel, almost all the mangoes reached by the stairs of the fire engine. Although Lana asked Sergey to come down after picking four pieces, but the man said he would pick them all.

"Gee!" Sergey grimaced and glanced towards the forehead. He was holding a dizzy head, around there was a vespa bee.

"Mas why?" lana shouted in panic. Neighbors and small children plied up the car. Lana didn't know since when the people started gathering.

My service officer worked, until the ladder pulley started down. Lana approached Sergey who had just been helped down by the damkar officer while still holding his head.

"Thum." Sergey grimaced and sat down as the damkar officer told people to make room for him.

"This is in the unyet-unyet using ylang. It's potent. Hunt the monkeys to your husband's forehead, "the commandment that has a house that has brought five mementos.

Lana chews the flower and affixes it on the forehead of the husband in a soft, reddish area.

Sergey grimaced as the two tiny hands held his face. "Well, where's the mango, Bang?" ask Sergey to the fireman.

"Mas, you're sick again, you still have time to remember the mango." Lana blew Ergi's forehead, meaning let the memory dry quickly and seep.

"That's what fell. I'm having trouble taking it." Sergey stared at Lana. "Whatever my future child can be happy, Dad?"

Lana blinked and nodded.

"This sir, has gathered mangoes." The damkar officer placed two bags of young mangoes on the cots behind the pregnant woman.

Sergey looked puzzled at the people watching. "Do you guys have some kind of dance and show for the kids?" sergey asked the damkar with a hopeful smile.

"We have the encouragement yel-yel that we used to do before duty."

Sergey stood up and whispered to someone who might be the operational leader. He then sat down again as the damkar officers formed a circle and negotiated.

"My wife, come here, sit here." Sergey patted the thigh. He frowned as Lana's face turned red.

"Mas, shame, many people" Lana did not continue the words because of Ergi's sudden change of face like she was going to be angry. He nodded and apologized to the grandmother, but the grandmother smiled.

"His husband is very affectionate, yes," said the Grandma with a loose smile.

"Seeing they were amused, right, a woman of her age also wanted someone to comfort her. So, beat your ego for a moment for the smile of him who wants to give a lot of his mango to our child" whispered Sergey in Lana's fragrant ear.

"Sorry, Mom." Lana grimaced so embarrassed, she's never been like this in a public place. Ergi really sucks.

What did he say, our son? A knotty smile expands without Lana realizing it. He shuddered timidly as Ergi's breath was bent.

The yel-yel sounds and formations of the eight men in orange uniforms comforted everyone in the area, especially the children. Lana grimaced awkwardly as a burly hand crept on her stomach.

"Papa has climbed up to get a mango until he got a bee, plus a show for you, son. So you should be happy. Don't make your mom nauseous. You don't get along with this mamamu."

Shame amazing Lana heard Ergi's voice of earnestness. His breath stopped. Gosh, even her ex-boyfriend never made her feel this shy, but fun. She felt very appreciated as a woman.

No-no Lana, you need to stay sane. It's all because of this kid, not about you. Because there was only Nita in her life. Inner Lana cleansed her mind that was considered too pungent.

Sergey applauded followed by a round of applause as their damkar show finished. Sergey invites the little ones to gather and hand out white envelopes.

Lana gawked, I don't know, what the guy prepared it all for. It means a handful of envelopes that much. Even adults queue up and get to all of them.

Sergey came home and handed the black handbag to Grandma. He carried two bags of young mangoes with shining faces through the courtyard with an old fence whose white paint had peeled off and revealed green mushrooms.

Sergey put his hard work into the trunk of the car. He approached the damkar officer and opened the front door and thrust into the officer's thigh an envelope.

"Thank you for helping us. No offence. Think of this as gratitude for my wife's pregnancy."

The driver and the driver looked at each other, wanting to return but the door was closed. Then the man blinked his eyes making the damkar officer confused.

"The words for thanksgiving, yes, have received it" said the driver damkar.

"But-"

"Have it, refusing is not good either." The driver grimaced in shame.

Traveling a friendly man with a strong aura, the grandmother opened the contents of the Hand Bag and gawked with teary eyes when she saw a brown envelope that was opened was a red banknote that read BCA Rp.10,000,000.00 and the smell is typical of new money. As a widow, money is very useful for everyday needs.

...****************...

"Why smile?" Sergey in a cold tone and glanced at the woman who kept looking out the window. He's back on the wheel.

"That's why Grandma was so happy."

"Then you?"

Lana looked to the right. "I'm why, Mom?"

"You're not happy." Sergey with a tone getting colder. "If you're happy it's good, my son will grow up healthy."

Lana's smile faded. "Yes, I'm happy banged, Mom."

"What comes out of your lips is not in harmony with reality." Sergey's increasing the speed of the car. "No one is happy to speak in a limp voice."

Lana rounded her eyes. Is Ergi so thorough. "Mas, I'm so happy!" Lana smiled sincerely. "really. Having an understanding husband" Lana tilted to the right, she slipped. Ergi will probably be angry.

"What do you want to say? If you say don't break dong."

Lana. "Thank you for understanding and being kind enough to fulfill Lana's wishes, until I got a bee."

"It hurts a lot." Sergey groped his forehead which felt protruding and linu. "I'm proud, my son must be proud too."

"Sorry, Mom."

"Why apologize?"

"The Lana-Gara"

"You blame yourself for the wasp attack . It's out of your control. What if your boyfriend cheats on you, you blame yourself, too?"

Lana twists her lips and glances sideways at Ergi's straight gaze to the street.

"He still calling you?" Sergey screeched as Lana nodded.

"He asked me to retract the report at the police station. He said he was afraid of the police summons being mailed to his parents' house."

"Then you answer?" Sergey glanced at the side and Lana shook her head.

"Don't take that report out. Let him endure his deeds. And you don't have to think about that guy anymore. Just wasting energy. You should be focusing on our son" Sergey took a rough breath and pulled the car over.

"Mas, why are we stopping here?"

"Nobody has entered your stomach. Come on out, I know you like the batagor here."

Lana gaped, what does not know from Ergi. He came down and stopped. "Maas ...."

"Why? Let's order."

"I don't want to eat that."

"What do you want to eat?"

Lana scratched her arm. "Rica-rica busur"

"Good shit what's that, Lana?" sergey's voice sounded so stifled.

"Yes that, sort of shit, duck."

"I asked .... " Sergey pursed his lips, then spoke softly and smiled forcedly. "Do you know where to sell that?" Sergey felt his head going to boil as Lena shook her head with that innocent look that made him even more fatigued.

"It seems, in the area, Mas."

"District!" Sergey walked to the car and opened the door. "Hurry in."

Lana was scared not playing on Ergi's scary face. They came back and her stomach kept ringing. The woman heard Ergi who went back and forth on the phone and asked rica-rica basur. He was frightened from Ergi's clash to the opponent's call.

Once at home, Lana picks up a mango that has made her drool half to death, but that has now moved into Ergi's hands and the man blocks from two mango bags.

"Eat first, eat this. Your stomach can be problematic, it can result in the health of our future baby. I don't want to have a disabled child. Don't get to."

"Mas, just a little bit, I want to eat that." Lana gets upset and beats Ergi's stomach.

"No, you can't." Sergey held Lana's hand that was beating her stomach. The girl even gave me. Exactly like Vira if again mewek. Funny thing. Slowly, it made him feel sorry.

"Hurt my hand, Mom!" Lana hissed and Ergi took off his hand. "Marrel!"

Sergey tilted his head did not accept being stingy. "Eat first, bread is fine, while waiting for the rica-rica I ordered to come."

"I want mangoes." Lana resentfully pinched Ergi for blocking him. He stomps his feet quickly in annoyance then kicks Ergi's leg and leaves the man in the kitchen.

"Lana," furious Sergey wanted to swallow the woman whole. But if you remember there is a seed there, he does not have the heart.

Sergey saw the mango in his hand, then peeled it while continuing to yell at the men in the handsfre. Order food like that for up to an hour.

Nita who was about to enter the kitchen, stopped, when she heard the familiar snaps. He stepped slowly and glanced at the mango. His best friend must have been cravings.

A coffee made by Nita while glancing at the driver who just turned off the phone. It was as if the driver had just regained consciousness and nodded his head at her.

"Sir Ergi Lana is still vomiting?" ask Nita to worry. "I'll get a doctor, okay?"

"No need, Non. He's been drinking anti-nausea." Sergey again cut a size mango for rujak. The man looked at Nita. "Non, do you know the recipe for spice?"

Nita was silent for a moment while putting two cups of coffee that was still steaming to the kitchen table. He stepped into the seasoning area. "Let me help make Lana's favorite condiment."

Sergey smiled at the smile. Again deliciously alone with Nita, Sergey immediately bowed when he just got a sharp glare Intania who just entered the kitchen.

"What are you doing, Nita?" Intania glanced at the kitchen table after seeing the mango. "For Lana, huh?"

"Yes, Mah. Kasian Lana." Nita put chili, sugar java, terasi a little garlic and will knead.

"Wild, I'm just, Non." Sergey's waiting for Nita to shift. His sturdy hands began to pry the seasoning.

Intania's eyes twitched and her vision dimmed. See the bird wing tattoo. He remembered very well when Sergey made the tattoo, he accompanied him. Intania glanced at the driver's thick hair, posture, shape, pants and clothes all. Sergey's smell is now sniffed again, between the stench and white carry.

Intania turned around by twisting her forehead. It seems, his sense of smell is problematic. Why later he not only smelled perfume, but also the body of Sergey.

Sergey glanced back. Why is his ex-wife acting so weird. Usually angry. Sergey rounded his eyes as Intania turned around again and sat down. Sergey looked back at the stone..

"This is for Rama, Nit?" Intania suddenly dizzy because of the presence of the driver. Now he becomes disliked because of the existence of the man who reminds Sergey. He grabbed a tray of coffee before Nita answered.

"Yes, Mah" answered Nita. He caught up with the mother-in-law and thought because of the view of the mother on the driver.

"Nita, how does your driver have the same tattoo as Rama's father?" ask Intania when she comes out of the kitchen.

"Mas Rama is also confused, Mah. But Mr. Ergi said, tattoos are the market."

"Let's remember Mr. Jefri's tattoo. Just like that. When he wants to wear the market? It's a sign of Mr. Jefri's men. However, as far as I know, the one in that hand was only the special and closest person. If the subordinates are only in the neck. You now know, Mas Sergey's position is as important as that for Mr. Jefri. So, yeah, what's a driver that Rama says is poor but has a special position?"

"Maybe the one Mr. Ergi was wearing was an imitation."

"Keep it dizzy." Intania walked in confusion. "Where did your father find the driver?"

"Nita doesn't remember, Mah. Been a long time. He said he was a friend of Papa Devan, but also a friend of Papa Sergey."

"Oh, he deserves the same tattoo." Now Intania breathed a sigh of relief because her curiosity was slightly treated.

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Sergey came out of the gate and snapped at his men later. He rushed into the house and poured the pepper into the bowl. A tray containing pieces of young mango, sambal rujak, rica-rica and rice, Sergey brought to the room.

Seen in the room, Lana covered the entire body with a blanket. Ribet deh if the woman has been craving, like this, she wants to be noticed. Both Intania and Lana have similarities, if it's tattered, annoying. Trays are placed on the sofa next to the mattress.

Sergey climbed onto the bed in the middle, and stroked the part he believed Lana had an arm. "Say she wants rica-rica what is ment-ment ...."

"Snock!" Lana resentfully opened the blanket to the limit of the neck and stared intently at Ergi's face which was now so relaxed without guilt.

"Eat, gih." Sergey sits in the middle and pulls the tray. "Eat the new mango, it's already two in the afternoon. Your stomach keeps sounding for food."

Lana sat down in awe, seeing that there was spice, but she did not ask. Again, this guy makes it hard to speak. "I want the mango first, can I?"

Sergey looked over in wonder. Not yet he answered the tiny hand had already grabbed the mango and tried the sambal.

Sergey tasted the meat. "Where the meat is rich sandal alot. What food is this. Don't eat it." Sergey intends to put the plate, but Lana has pulled it. The woman immediately ate until often closed so much to enjoy it.

"Good," inner sergey. A plate of rica-rica is depleted and bones are left. For her age, it was according to her alot, but Lana's teeth were clearly still strong.

"The ladder?" Sergey frowned as Lana got off the bed.

"Mas I'm full, that's later."

"You just ate a piece of mango. I've been having a hard time smoothing the roof, you know? Doesn't it taste good?" Sergey waited for Lama to get out of the bathroom. Then observe the girl who did not answer the question and instead put the tray on the room table.

"Lana, does the spice taste bad?"

Lana was speechless, she was awkward every time in the room with her husband. Ergi in KTP aged 30. The man looked like he wasn't 30, very mature and understanding. Sometimes the insight Ergi had made him think that the man was after his father. Sometimes the film Ergin talks about is the same as the films the late father talked about.

"Lana?"

The woman sat on the right side of the bed and pulled out her blanket, then looked curiously at Ergi's eyes. Clearly, it had experienced eyes as if many were passing through life. Anyone can probably tell which men are ages 20, 30, 40, 50, 60.

Lana was surprised when Ergi dropped his head on her thigh. "Mass?" His heart is like it's going to fall. He's having trouble breathing.

"You budeg?"

"Why are you sleeping there? I'm going to sleep."

"You've eaten, you can't sleep, you can have stomach acid."

Lana nodded and sat up straight to put the pillow behind her. He chose to shut up and throw his head back, he was desperate to sleep, his back was achy. However, with Ergi, he was uncomfortable. Lana grimaced as Ergi's ear stuck to her stomach.

"Sambal rujak how does it feel, good not made by your father, my dear son? You're well. Let Papa accompany you to take a nap" Sergey said with his eyelids closed.

"Mas, the sauce is good. I'll eat again." Lana replied with unbearable drowsiness. "Thank you very much."

Sergey smiled, grateful that it felt good. Waiting for some time, Sergey sat down and laid Lana down.

When Lana woke up, she found her head aching. Which made him surprised because his neck had moved on Ergi's right arm. He got up slowly. His heart is pounding. This guy has been weird lately.

It's been four and a half in the afternoon, Lana pees and takes a shower. When he came out he found Ergi in front of his bathroom. Lana shuddered and passed Ergi as soon as possible. However, his body was pulled backwards and was now in a warm embrace.

"Can I ask?" the whisper of Sergey behind Lana and Lana's ears was surprised to feel something hard behind him pressing down on her. After three months, only this time Ergi asked for the right, making him really distrustful because somehow, he was like happy to hear that.

"But, it's still afternoon, Mas?" lirih Lana felt a kiss on the head.

"Why?" sergey's voice is hoarse. "So, can't you ask for an afternoon?" Sergey moved away from Lana's body.

"Mas .... " Lana hesitantly awkwardly embarrassedly confused, trying to think but not willing to leave Ergi in a rare position like this.

What good Ergi later just because her husband wants to ask for rights. Lana chased after the man who had already opened the door and was about to come out. He hugged Ergi's arm and pulled into the room.

Ergi's cold gaze on her, made Lana not despair. He pushed the door and locked it. His legs were disgusting and intended to kiss the lips but the man turned his head until the kiss landed on Ergi's right cheek. Suddenly, Lana felt a strong check in her hand that kept Ergi away.

"Don't do that again, Lana. See limitations. You crossed the line. Don't you think because of this baby and then you can do this." Sergey with a low tone full of hatred. He turned the door lock and stepped out without seeing the girl again.

At night, Lana went back and forth the room, already at one in the morning. Ergi did not return to the room. That guy must be mad at him. She came out of the pavilion and looked for her husband, but found nowhere.

Sergey sees a cctv on his phone as Lana searches to and fro. Speaking of this secret room that is in the main house room, can not be entered by people. Others could only enter the outer room.

This room is so tight, if he talks and turns on the lights, no one will know and hear from outside. This room uses a separate electric cooler connected to the back house, so no one will be suspicious.

Sergey is frustrated, it looks like he has to divorce Lana. So that the girl doesn't think she likes the girl. Yeah, it's better after the kid's born.

In the cctv looks Intania will enter her room on the outside. Sergey looked at Intania who came in and looked at the dresser and grabbed a bottle of perfume. The woman sniffed and sprayed the perfume on her neck. Sergey's gaze dimmed as Intania grabbed her pomade and poked a little and sniffed. He wondered what his ex-wife was doing.

Sergey tried to shut down after fifteen minutes passed, Intania actually fell asleep on the mattress of the former Atha. This room and next door, used to be a guest room.

While the room that used to be Intania's husband was on the third floor.

After a business relationship with Athalia. He buys a new mattress for Nita, after changing this secret room.

"Did you miss me, Intan? But it was your fault that you left me and didn't trust me. I don't like rejection and abandonment" murmured Sergey with his eyes closed. She thanks him for being left behind, for having the opportunity to get to know a new world with Nita.

His life is very strange. Why Intania is always struggling around her even though she is divorced. Now that he has a young wife, he feels what it's like to be searched when Intania wasn't looking for him every time outside the house.

For Sergey, Lana is not his taste. Or maybe there is no challenge.

He still pulls over because he doesn't like Lana, but Lana is his wife. He does not want to hurt Lana too much, and makes her sad, but also does not want to give hope.

Because I swear by what. He was tired of his name. But he really likes children. Funnier. Her granddaughter, the child in Lana's womb, even back then, she liked Nita as a child.

He prefers children, rather than having to relate to women. Although biological needs are not something that can be denied, because as humans we need opponents in bed to stay sane.

Sergey opened his eyes, so wondered. What about Lana's biological needs? Perhaps the woman is in her great phase of a Passion.

But every time she remembered Lana's cry when she got the girl's chastity, she got a little fed up. Not fed up with Lana, but fed up with herself for feeling unwanted. Honestly, he was offended. Many of the girls outside teased her a lot, but Lana was just like sorry that she snatched it from Lana.

Can someone desire it passionately in bed?

Sergey sat down, his head dizzy. Intan actually slept next door, so he could not get out of the room. By forcing his fear, Sergey walked out slowly after feeling confident. Intania changed her sleeping position and Sergey immediately knelt down and lay on the floor. He peeked up, sleeping Intan faced down here.

Sergey stood up slowly and ....

"Mas Sergey .... "

DEG