
"Darling" I opened the blanket that covered my wife's chubby face.
"Em" my Yasmin started to make a sound but she further tightened her embrace on my body.
"Honey woke up" I said again while trying to tidy up her hair that covered her face. A glimpse of the morning sun that barged in from the sidelines of the king reflected his light on the face of my halal lover. I'm so proud of her, how I expressed it because I feel indebted to her for giving me the color of my life. But I can't pay for it I can only say I love, yes I love her that's all. I can't pay for what he gave me.
"Darling" again I kept trying to wake her up.
"Yes mas" answered my halal lover with a distinctive hoarse voice waking up. We are like newlyweds because our little angel never slept with us one night, he always slept with the angel in my life. The angel who is always in my joys and sorrows, in my mother Sinta woman who also means a lot in my life.
"Darling, ASI you were by flood gini" I saw his chest that had been wet because of the flood of fresh water, I was confused and also pityed on him as if he felt sick and uncomfortable.
"Pick our son into mom's room, please. It hurts so much because it does not come out" said my wife with a typical disheveled face waking up.
"Aja aja, mas also want to drink milk" as well as me, but not if he allows me also really want. Heheh, my perverted soul thrashed hope to understand yes I fasted for two weeks. If only this was a camera, I would have waved my hand because it was not strong.
"What the hell, like a baby" look at my halal lover even mocked me when I was serious.
"A little bit what, I wonder what it feels like" I asked pulled down both eyebrows I hope he granted it. He nodded, I smiled of course because eventually my phlegm would be slightly relieved I thought.
"Darling, a little come on pity her breast so spill" I keep trying to seduce mana know can ration ya pretty good fortune child in the morning like this, oh Yasmin I love you.
"Yasmin" came the voice of my angel, who else if not my mother Sinta the wife of my father whose name is Hardy. That's so annoying, that he used to like to unplug all the facilities he gave me when I was wayward at school. But I'm with you, Mr. Hardy, because you're my angel, too.
"Yes ma" replied Yasmin.
"This is Zie thirsty" my mother gave it to my wife, oh Yasmin my face my daughter is as beautiful as you.
"Well, boy" my Yasmin kissed my son and my eyes glared, my throat felt smooth and dry when she saw my son suck breast milk. I also suddenly thirsty, if there is no Mama I feel also want to suckle in the milk next to pity it is idle.
"Yasmin after you love ASI, Zie Mama wants to take a shower right" look at my mama it feels like my wife is just a bottle of milk, I'm sure, when Zie is thirsty, Yasmin can carry her if not Zie with my mom and my mom.
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