Unknown Baby
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The puffed-up baby Faiq took from Myesha's sling, kissing her scented cheek. But Yuno ignored Faiq altogether and was more engrossed in his new toy.

Myesha exhaled heavily, she sat on the sofa.

"Father is not bad, don't rush it."

"Russia, Sha. You're really. Just wait too bad if that is the case, let your stepmother beggar more to you."

"Well, that's what I mean. I want Mother Tuti who came straight here and asked me to help."

"I want your stepmother to come here and bring all the things and talk about inheritance, indeed such a person needs to be taught a lesson."

"Really, right? Once I wanted to teach a lesson too. I used to be begging for pocket money not to be loved. Finally I took part in the race here and there and the same contract green application until I could pay for college. It's my turn now to ask me for money."

"Maybe he was born without shame."

Small compactness makes the household atmosphere warm, light rain outside until night. Yuno becomes solace two people who love each other because they are used to it.

Play with babies who have started to crawl, eat together and laugh for the little things. Maybe they are not rich. But they are rich in happiness. Enjoy the moment of being a parent and newlywed in adulthood.

Far from the word labile. They are ready to take responsibility for every decision made. Sometimes marriages based on love do not necessarily end happily. The newly emerging nature of the couple is difficult to adjust, with an immature attitude then the lack of a partner becomes a gap in debate. But no human is perfect.

"Yuno is so cute, our son." Myesha enveloped the newborn and was transferred to the baby box.

His little hand was still clutching tightly onto the toy car as big as Faiq's fist. Red with buttons that can sound. The handle was so strong that Myesha could not let go. If released then Yuno would wake up and cry.

"Yes she's cute." Faiq hugged Myesha from behind.

His cry coiled around the stomach, a light peck coming at the neck. This time it was fragrant.

"Sha, you're wearing a handbody around the neck, huh?" asked Faiq while rubbing his lips. It doesn't taste good.

"Hehe yes." Myesha. This time he kissed Faiq's lips first. His short legs are on tiptoes.

For a moment Faiq was fixated, not expecting his innocent wife to want first. She was happy to welcome that kiss. His hand held Myesha's waist. Balancing the direction of the kiss.

The rain came again, this time with lightning striking. Not hard, only a small flash but soon followed by heavy rain flushed the Metro area and its surroundings.

The woman hit Faiq's arm while laughing. Amused by the Faiq language that invites him to use strange sentences.

"Do you really want to have your own children?" myesha asked, she put her hand around Faiq's neck.

His eyes looked at the much taller man. Her smile appeared between the lips that were using lipstick.

Faiq took off Myesha's glasses, staring at the eyeballs directly without any obstructions. Smiling, the man nodded.

"I'm serious, I want to have my own children."

"But what about Yuno? He's still very small."

"I'm not going to differentiate Yuno from our son. You know Yuno is everyone's favorite, even the neighbors love Yuno. So do I, even though I have my own son Yuno is still our son."

Hearing that Myesha smiled, she tiptoed and kissed Faiq again. This time deeper with the body attached. Of course Faiq is having fun. As usual, the fight is always on target.

Feeling that he was wearing a balloon was not fun, Faiq was sure that he would not be a baby. He had already calculated the date of the month of Myesha.

"Let's have a real child." Myesha said when the kiss was released.

The sentence was greeted by Faiq with joy, he kissed Myesha again while hugging her. Clenched tightly and led the woman to the bed. His hands began to climb the mountain that was still wrapped.

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seriated.

I'm telling you let's finish this story

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