Trapped in Love Little Girl
S2 - Chapter 12
The night was taken away by morning, all the family had awakened. Mr. Bobi and Om Andra were seen chatting beside the house, Bu Lyra, Naya and Bi Minah were busy preparing food for breakfast. Eza sat quietly at the table in the kitchen.
A pair of humans who had only been asleep for a few hours, began to wake up one of them. Zean opened his eyes, glancing at someone who was sleeping on his back. Hands hugging warmly, rubbing the stomach without those clothes. Peeling his wife's hair repeatedly, one hand supported his head so that he could freely see the face of Sally who was asleep because she was tired.
Smiling obliquely as he saw the many marks on Sally's back. Tidying up the hair that covered the girl's face, waiting for his wife to wake up.
“What time, Brother?” The girl apparently woke up, probably because she was disturbed by repeated strokes on her head.
Zean's hand came to a halt, watching Sally's face below which had already changed position facing her. “I'm bothering you, huh?”
“No, it's early morning. What time is it?” Asked with my eyes to withstand the heavy drowsiness.
Zean grabbed the phone on the nightstand, because he had not seen the clock. “Half six, Honey. Want to sleep again?”
“Hmm ... want, but mom says she wants to wake up in the morning to cook.”
Zean pulled her in, hugged tightly for a moment the girl's body, then loosened the embrace. “Sleep, there's Naya changing you. I'm pretty threesome nyiapin breakfast.”
No answer, I was sleeping again. Zean chuckles at Sally being very sleepy.
Accompany for a while, after a perfect sleep. The man pulled up, went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Covering Sally's body up to her neck, bolsters were tucked away in exchange for her. Do not forget the friendly kiss landed on the forehead and cheeks, then moved.
Neat with casual clothes before heading to the office, Zean intends to go to the kitchen to grab a drink. In the kitchen, people are busy.
“For all, morning Za.” One kiss landed on the top of the Little Boy's head, he looked busy chewing some pastries.
“Um, morning Dad.”
“Sally where, Ze?” Naya shut up, Lyra asked.
“Still asleep, Ma. Overnight unable to sleep,” answered casually, while pulling a chair beside Eza and drinking a glass of water.
Naya glanced cynically. “How to sleep, if Brother does not stop working on it.”
Water gushed from Zean's mouth. He coughed repeatedly, until Ms. Lyra had to come and pat the man whose full name was Zean Aditya Pratama.
“You're denger, Nay?” he said while dispelling coughs that have not stopped.
“Not me, but that's the boy next to you, Kak.” The knife used to cut vegetables, pressed hard into the coaster, until the sound of ‘tak’ so dongkolnya feeling Naya.
Ms. Lyra glared sharply, one pull landing on Zean's ear. The child complained of pain, immediately Eza who had been silent since then began to stand on the chair with difficulty. “Oma ... Cassian Daddy!” Like the Super Hero he often sees in animated films, Eza seems to be a savior for Zean.
“Sorry, Mom. Forgot if the lower room is not soundproof.” Still rubbing the ear that feels hot, because of the rough pull of the mother.
“So good you Ze makes alesan.”
“Tau tuh, Brother indeed can not understand my position also.” Keep interrupting, as if to vent emotions in the chest since last night. Bi Minah just kept quiet, sometimes her own smile saw the behavior of the Primary Young Master.
“Makanya, reverse it, Nay,” said Zean without sin.
The one-child woman stopped the activity of cutting vegetables, looking more and more at the crazy cousin sister she had. “I don't know where he is now. It's so easy to say that.” The tears fell as well, as it was irritated to multiply with Zean's talk. If Naya knew the whereabouts of her ex-husband, since yesterday-yesterday she wanted to invite to refer.
“Ze! Out there. Make the mood cloudy!” Ms. Lyra got upset, then approached Naya to hug her nephew giving her peace.
“Sorry, Nay. I'll help you find him if you want.”
Not answering, Naya was still as much as she had in Lyra's arms. Eza immediately got up, and approached his mother.
“Mommy, what is Bad Daddy, Mom?” Naya shook her head, rubbing
rough face. As if he had forgotten, if there was an Eza there.
“Living kitchen, Ze. Accompany your wife,” pinta bu Lyra once again.
Breathing a heavy breath, the man then stepped out of the kitchen and returned to the room.
Sally was fresh after the shower. Long hair neatly combed and tied, wearing a special dress pregnant women are comfortable. Walk with your waist up with your right hand back.
Zean opened the door, stopping the girl's footsteps. “Where to?”
“Cute napiapin breakfast.”
“Udah is here, you are tired like.”
“Ngawur, Sa. Looks from your way, until I have to hold my waist.”
The girl snorted. “This is Brother too. Not very sad.” A sinister look rained down on Zean. But the man doesn't care.
He quickly carried his wife's body. “Sister! Don't do that again. I'm not strong.” The girl was already trembling in fear, with a sudden mind in a frenzy. The rest of last night is not lost, can not feel if added.
“Diem,” said Zean, when he got to bed and sat down slowly.
Taking a back position, then giving a small massage on his shoulders and a gentle swab on his wife's waist.
No chat for a few seconds, looks like Sally's enjoying. Pretty ... relax a little. “You massage?”
“Ish, which pregnant women can be massaged, Sister,” protest pretentious.
“Bby, origin not part of the stomach and surrounding.” Zean was full of confidence.
Instantly turning around, turned to look at Zean. “Woah .. where does Brother know?" The two beautiful beads sparkled brightly, admiring the intelligence of the chameleon man who became her husband.
Nah!
One jolt of the index finger landed on the forehead, making Sally stir and reflexively wipe. The face that had been amazed turned sour, pouting from a scowl.
“You think your husband is stupid? That's just not knowing.”
“Cih! Believe .. trust.” He's thawing.
Both Zean's hands flank the white cheeks and chubby that Sally had. Pull facing.
The cup!
The kiss landed on the lips that had been a manyun since. “Tick you if you pout.”
Sally brushed off Zean's rough hand. The girl grumbled even more. Just this time it looks like Zean said that Sally was ugly. Of course the girl did not accept.
“Enak. Which part describes me as ugly?!” His eyes glared sharply, pounding out the deepest Zean heart.
“Hahaha ..” The laugh was booming, “eatya don't be angry. Let's be more beautiful.” The thick eyebrows he possessed were deliberately made up and down, to tempt Sally.
“Bodo!” Rotating the body then rushed down to leave the room.
“Eh, where to go.” His hand pulled Sally.
“Exit, here hot,” her thoughts are full of emphasis.
“Hahaha ..”
Oh, laugh again. It seems like my husband's crazy illness is relapsing.
“Here aja. I said just here.”
“But, Kak—“
Zean moved, still clutching Sally's arm. “Here, help me change clothes.”
“Cih ...” Again grunting, “alah like a baby knows, Brother. Change clothes for help.”
“Biarin, mumpung you have not been controlled by our child. I'll make the most of the rest of that time.” Zean smiled with a grin, making Sally shudder in horror.
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