You took away my crown, I Stole Your Heart.
Chapters. 26 Morning Sweet

It was still early in the morning, Mitha wriggled and opened her eyes and found a hand tightly coiled around her waist. He only remembered that last night he shamelessly asked Fatan to hug him. So it is certain that someone who is hugging himself very possessively as if - afraid if he will disappear if the hug is released is the husband, Fatan.

" You're up...?" the owner of the hoarse voice made a momentary daydream, Mitha immediately collapsed. Mitha was embarrassed that Fatan had already seen her newly woken up at this close distance.

"Yes, Brother. Couldn't? Fatan took his hand! I'm going to the bathroom. Already peed, nih. "pinta Mitha while raising Fatan's hand tightly coiled around her waist.

Fatan raised his hand that wrapped around Mitha's waist and shifted his body slightly so that Mitha could go down to the bathroom.

Mitha's long hair had touched Fatan's face when the girl moved down through Fatan, spreading the aroma of shampoo that immediately teased Fatan's maleness in the morning.

****...! Maki Fatan in his heart when he felt his trunk down there began to harden and enlarge and now feels crowded into his underwear.

He's a normal guy. Moreover, sleeping in a room with a woman who legally and religiously has legally become his wife. Not to mention last night, the woman had already asked her to hug herself all night until the morning.

And throughout the night too, Fatan half-dead tried to resist his violent desires. Mitha was so seductive with all her innocence and fragility.

But Fatan soon became self-conscious. She did not want to, Mitha had the assumption that she was looking for an opportunity in narrowness when she hugged herself. Especially then to come back to hate him, thought Fatan again.

" Akhh........ Ouch....! " Fatan's daydreams fell away instantly when he heard a noise from the bathroom.

As fast as lightning he immediately ran to break down the bathroom door in panic.

" Sister....! " call Mitha lirih.

" Mitha, what happened...? " Fatan rushed to hug Mitha who looked trembling sitting in the corner of the bathroom leaning against the toilet.

Mitha's lips looked pale. There are some traces of vomit that have not been watered in the toilet.

" My stomach's nauseous. I was back to experiencing morning sickness. But when I vomited, my stomach was cramping and tense. That's why I call Brother Fatan." Mitha replied in a weak voice.

Fatan helped Mitha stand up and clean up. Then get the girl back in bed. Covering Mitha's body with a warm blanket and rushing down to ask Bi Surti to make breakfast as well as warm tea for the two of them. After that he went back upstairs, to his room.

Not long after that bi Surti had come to bring breakfast for the two of them just when Fatan had finished bathing and getting dressed.

" Mitha, wake up, first. Let's have breakfast. Bi Surti has made a warm sweet tea. Drink first, so that your nausea and dizziness can be reduced."

Mitha tried to get up and sit on the sofa with the help of Fatan. The nausea and cramping in his stomach had gone. Now just dizzy and limp.

" This, the tea is drunk first so you feel a little better.! " letter Fatan.

Mitha took a sip of some warm sweet tea made by Bi Surti. A warm feeling immediately spread throughout his body through the esophagus.

" Do you also want to try Bi Surti's chicken porridge? "Fatan asked while offering a bowl of chicken porridge is still warm complete with a sprinkling of chicken and emping melinjo.

Very complete, bye. Exactly the same as the appearance of chicken porridge made by Pakde Karso, a chicken porridge maker who used to singal in front of the campus.

Mitha immediately received and devoured the porridge that Fatan thrust until it was not left. His stomach is very hungry. Mitha's stomach was drained when she vomited earlier.

And now, the baby in Mitha's stomach is back to act. It seemed like this time he really wanted to get more attention from his father.

Nah, kan. Justright. He started acting again. Mitha's stomach was cramping and aching again after being filled. You naughty orok, bother the old man! maki Mitha in heart while grimacing. Unknowingly Mitha's hand immediately moved into her stomach and pressed down firmly on her stomach.

Feel it, I pites, lo. nusahin. Little - little, you act.where hurt me again, ...

This apparently did not escape the attention of Fatan who had been chewing food calmly.

He stopped eating her and looked closely at Mitha.

" Your stomach hurts, again? " tanyanya later.

Mitha tried to get up from the sofa and intended to return to bed. He thought the pain in his stomach that he felt would go away on his own if he brought it to sleep. After all, the dizziness was still not gone.

Fatan who saw Mitha rise from her seat with a face that was like a grimace withstanding the sudden pain she also stood up. In a hurry, he approached and helped to catch Mitha who was now walking limped up to the bed.

" Slowly - slowly." he said to Mitha while laying Mitha's body on the bed. He rubbed Mitha's stomach slowly.

" Dear, don't be naughty in there, Dad. So a good and sholeh child. Don't make your mom sick...!" whispers in Mitha's stomach. "Can....?" he momentarily looked up towards Mitha. Mitha just nodded slowly and let Fatan do whatever he wanted. He was too weak to be angry or rebellious about what Fatan was doing.

Inside her heart Mitha was actually grateful. If Fatan had not asked him to leave college, then it is certain he would not be strong to live his days on campus and in the hospital later.

Cup....

Mitha was shocked from feeling a soft touch on her stomach. Reflexes he looked down. What the hell's going on? Fatan was bowing in front of Mitha's stomach.

" sister..... "

Fatan turned his head towards Mitha who was now moving up and sitting on the bed. Mitha's face was slightly blushing. Seeing that Fatan became nervous. He looked misbehaved as Mitha looked at him with a strange look.

" I'm sorry. I'm just trying to calm our son down, so he's calm and doesn't bother his mother anymore."

Fatan looked at Mitha who was also staring at him. The two now look at each other.

And again, Mitha came back to curse herself. It is true that the saying goes, if there are two Adam's children who are different types of both - twos, then the third one is a demon. Either perverted demons from where they are today, which is clear now two chewy objects are linked and sucked. Mitha closed her eyes enjoying every touch of Fatan on her lips.

The two clashed and kissed each other. The longer the kiss goes deeper and more demanding. Fatan's tongue has now obscured Mitha's every oral cavity. Mitha. He was knocked down by Fatan's kiss which somehow felt so intoxicating to Mitha.

Completely out of his control. Mitha herself was also astonished, why was she so cheap. Though even though the hatred in his heart has begun to decrease against the self of Fatan, but still he should not be as easy as it was to surrender himself to the plural of Fatan.

Realized by all that, Mitha suddenly stopped her kiss. The woman lowered her face while pushing Fatan's body slowly.

" I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself seeing you. " whispered Fatan gently and then moved away from the bed.

Mitha. Fatan really wanted himself. Then what about him who for a moment seemed so eager to return every kiss Fatan. That's a sign he wants Fatan, too. Or it is just the birth of a baby in his stomach that is very wanted in the arms of the father.

" I'm going first. Call me if you need anything." said Fatan.

Mitha was silent. His brain was still busy digesting everything that had happened just now.

" Mitha, you are horrified not what I said..?" Fatan touched Mitha's shoulder to stop the girl daydreaming.

" Eh, yes, brother... " Mitha stuttered and turned towards Fatan.

"Yes, I'll go first." Fatan then grabbed the bag and keys of the car lying on the table.

" Sister." call Mitha. The girl then got out of bed and walked over to Fatan. He hesitantly grabbed Fatan's hand which was carrying the bag.

Fatan was astonished by Mitha's behavior. Did Mitha forbid him to go to college? But Mitha seemed to not care what was on Fatan's mind. He then kissed the back of the boy's hand, making Fatan instantly gawk.

"Be careful, yes brother." said Mitha then turned away leaving Fatan who still continues to gawk.

" Eh, Mitha wait...! " Fatan regained his senses and walked over to Mitha.

" You too, take care of yourself at home, well" he said, but stiff and awkward. Then...

Cup.....

Fatan kissed Mitha's forehead and after that hurriedly stepped out of the room. He felt very embarrassed because only this time his hands were kissed by people. And the one who kissed her was Mitha.