You Forgot Me Your Queen
Help you drink milk

POV Calia

I hurriedly rose from the lap of Mas Rama. As soon as we both heard the knocking of the door, we followed up with a protest of the children waiting for us to have breakfast.

Oh Allah...

I got deg-degan. It felt like my heart was going to fall out, afraid to be found out I had finished doing something with their Papa.

I who was nervous, immediately wiped my lips that felt still wet. The rest of Mas Rama's kiss.

As I was about to step open the door, Mas Rama again held my arm. I saw him smiling, in stark contrast to my anxious and misbehaved attitude.

"Don't be nervous like that, Kal. The kids will be even more curious." He saw an anxious look on my face.

"here." He asked me to come closer one more time, I said, and I felt a kiss on my forehead, it felt so deep, it really made me calm down.

After that, Mas Rama ruined the top of my head fondly. He opens the door, and meets May and Reyhan.

Seen, my two children are still faithfully waiting.

While Mas Rama, directly crouched in front of them. "Sorry well, Mommy had helped Papa to get hair, so the mother did not go out for a long time." Mas Rama said to give understanding, Reyhan and May stared at each other, maybe confused to answer.

Eventually the two of them just nodded with pursed lips.

"Dimaafin not?" Mas Rama still spoke, seeing his two children who had not returned cheerful.

"Yes Papa. Same brother I'm sorry." The great Reyhan who represents his sister's answer.

"In that case, where is the evidence?" Mas Rama leaned face, custom for kiss, sign his two children stop sulking.

I saw Reyhan and May compactly giving kisses on the right and left cheeks of Mas Rama.

I returned to touch my lips.

Ah, I want to too.

*******

At 10 am.

The four of us had just arrived at a shopping mall in the middle of the city.

Unlike before, my little girl May, no longer asked to be carried by the Papa. The four of us just joined hands.

May and Reyhan in the middle.

As soon as we entered, as usual the children's goal was the playground. They immediately let go of our handrails. And run in the direction they are headed.

"Son, patience. Papa bought the ticket first." I say to those who are impatient.

While Mas Rama wavers towards the cashier, to buy tickets and coins.

Once he got it, he gave it to the guard. Reyhan and May can get in.

Though I did not take my husband to shop, after all, the basic ingredients in the house are still a lot.

With a fluffy smile, my two children compactly nodded.

I have not yet asked, my hand has been dragged by Mas Rama. And when we felt far away from the children, then he asked me to go.

"Fear of being rude." God with the rarity.

Not immediately fulfilling his request, I first pinched the burly arm. Pinches with tubered, squash marks.

And I was again made to melt, when Mas Rama stole a kiss on my cheek.

"Mas, someone's gonna see." I whined again, wrapping my arms, hugging her arms, crying fearing anyone would know.

"Don't keep teasing me." Bisik mas Ram on the sidelines of our steps. Pinched his nose, then chuckled.

Wh who? Who is flirting.

I can't guess where Mas Rama will take me. I just followed where my husband's feet were, until our steps stopped, right in front of the milkbox.

Promil milk?

I murmured, but it still seemed to be heard by Mas Rama's ears. He nodded while smiling at me.

Then without asking for approval, he took a shopping trolley, and put in several boxes, with different flavors.

God, he really wanted it. Even I didn't even think this far.

"Mas, buy it gradually. Don't go straight up a lot like that." Reminded me. When I looked, there were already 5 boxes and he wanted to add more.

"It's okay, honey. It's for supplies. So you drink it regularly."

"But Mas_"

"Darling, there is no but-but, this is the form of our efforts so that the fruit of our love quickly becomes."

And my cheeks couldn't help but blush, for some reason when I've discussed that direction, I always seemed to misbehave.

"Let me help you." Said Rama suddenly while ruining the top of my head.

"What help?" I asked with a folded forehead.

"Help you drink milk."

"Mas Rama wants to drink promil milk too?"

And he shook his head. "If I were that milk." Point it at my chest.

Plaque!