You Forgot Me Your Queen
My favorite

Unable to smell the rice, which made him nauseous, Rama ate only Kalisa's peanut butter toast that morning.

Even for some reason, the plates, spoons and all the cutlery that Rama uses, should not be touched by anyone, except his wife.

He also sprayed Kalisa's fragrance oil all over his limbs, for Rama everything related to the woman made him feel calmer.

The feeling of nausea also decreases.

"Don't force it, Mum. Let Reyhan and May leave with Mr. Amir?" talk Kalisa to Rama who is still strong enough to take Reyhan and May to school.

"But, Honey. I can still." for the umpteenth time, Rama said that phrase, and Kalisa's answer still remains the same.

The pregnant woman shook her head, holding Rama's hand. "Yes..."

Seeing Kalisa's great concern, Rama finally relented, he exhaled slowly and nodded his head.

"Hem, okay. I'm sorry, son. After this, Papa must be among you again." said Rama while staring at Reyhan and May guiltily.

Reyhan and May nodded with a fluffy smile. Both did not mind. Because Kalisa has already explained the state of their papa.

The two boys crucified Rama and Kalisa's hands, then said their greetings as they stepped out of the house, with Mbak Darmi trailing behind their tiny bodies.

After the departure of her two children. Kalisa looked back at Rama.

Kalisa rubbed Rama's cheek with affection. "I've said it a lot, Mom. Whatever, if you feel like you can't talk to me, don't be forced."

Rama catches Kalisa's hand, then kisses him at a glance. Once again he obeyed, he nodded slowly. "Yes, Honey. I'm sorry, I just feel guilty if I don't do something like I used to, I'm afraid Reyhan and May feel like I'm changing."

Kalisa shook his head, he got up and sat himself in Rama's lap, because now there are only two of them in the kitchen. Within this close range, Kalisa could clearly see the man's worries.

Kalisa draped his hand perfectly around Rama's neck.

For some reason since pregnancy, Kalisa so feel there is something different with him, he is more courageous, often even start first.

As of this moment, Kalisa was eroding the distance that stretched not much, he intended to kiss Rama's lips at a glance, but the man did not want just a kiss, he wanted to kiss, he held Kalisa's nape until the lips met again.

Rama began to melt away Kalisa's ruum lips, sip strongly until Kalisa sounded moaning, and his hands changed to squeeze Rama's chest.

The supply of oxygen in the body both began to thin, Kalisa withdrew, until Rama's body leaned slightly following Kalisa's motion.

Rama and Kalisa looked at each other with smiles. Once again Rama kissed Kalisa's lips at a glance.

"Don't ever think like that again. Reyhan and May must understand, let alone that they really want this baby, our twins and they're gonna get a one-on-one sister." Kalisa said while stroking Rama's cheek.

Making the man's sad gaze, gradually sparkling, with an always calming bias.

"I'm sorry, Kal. I'll try not to repeat it again. And now, I'm making milk for you, yeah."

Kalisa smiled then nodded. He got up and let Rama make milk for him. Habits that never change.

Not until waiting for a long time, Rama had returned with a glass of chocolate flavored milk in his hand, he handed it to Kalisa, then sat down next to the woman, he was not going to work, he was not going to go to work, before making sure Kalisa spent the milk.

Kalisa looked at Rama at a glance, the man also looked at him with an intense gaze. It makes Kalisa want to smile.

"Why Mas? How do you see me like that?"

Asked like that, Rama regained his senses at a glance and swallowed his saliva that felt out more, while continuing to stare at the glass of milk in Kalisa's hand.

"Mass?" call Kalisa, following the eyes of Rama who did not stop staring at the milk in his hand.

"Mas." call Kalisa once more, and Rama immediately gasped in shock.

"Eh, yes, dear." she replied.

"Why? Would you like to try my pregnant milk?" kalisa asked a guess, and Rama immediately tasted her mouth, and she involuntarily nodded.

Kalisa chuckled, then stretched out the remaining half-glass milk towards Rama. In the spirit of the man received Kalisa's words, and immediately drank the milk up to the toilet.

Kalisa was flabbergasted as well as feeling funny. "How does it feel, honey? Does it taste good?"

Rama scrunched his forehead, seemingly thinking. "Eum, better my favorite milk." she replied ambiguously.