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"Three times have you warned me about meetings, you want to die?" Dariel seemed to exhale annoyed to hear his interlocutor on the phone.
"Sorry man. I did it on purpose. It's good to bother you." Jonathan's voice rang out at the end. Dariel disconnects the call and throws a flat object in his hand earlier basket. His eyes were rubbed with a silhouette behind the curtain connecting him to the balcony room. Dariel first examined the situation of his son who had fallen asleep and then came to what caught his attention just now.
"It's cold, your clothes are thin, you can get sick if you don't wear something warm." Andrea smiled gently as Dariel's voice echoed in the air, her big hand already swiftly swiping the skin of Andrea's exposed shoulder. A moment later, I moved to hug. Can't bear to let his petite body set a distance longer even a little.
"Why? Is there anything you're thinking? Tell me." Andrea's head leaning against Dariel's chest seemed to be shaking slowly.
"I'm just not sleepy yet. David's asleep and you're still working, so I decided to get some fresh air here. If I go for a walk in the night or anywhere, I'm afraid I won't hear if suddenly our son wakes up.."
"Is that so?" Dariel stuck his nose between the hair growing on his wife's head. Inhaling the fragrant aroma that poured out from there, it felt like a soothing aromatherapy for Dariel until the man closed his eyes to enjoy.
"Honey," Andrea's body suddenly turned around, forcing Dariel to open her eyes and exit her impromptu relaxation zone just now. "Honey," Andrea voiced the call with a thick spoiled tone, her two tiny arms without cues were already coiled around Dariel's waist.
"Hm?" darel's thumb rubbed softly on Andrea's smooth cheek side when they faced each other, he knew Andrea would say something this time, this woman very rarely struggled spoiled to him if not for some purpose. Ah woman!
"On your money we spend.., I'm sorry, we don't know ourselves because we spend too much, what, are you going to get angry? If you want to be angry, just mad at me, right? if you want to punish, punish me!"
Dariel turned the corners of his lips into a thin grin.
"30 million is nothing. I didn't even mention it, why were you scared? You're this shit.." Pinched Andrea's ear softly. "Learn not to feel sorry for me, what I have is your right to enjoy it too. As long as I can still give you, then use and fulfill everything you want, do not hold back because you feel bad for me. To be happy with a partner is one of the greatest desires of a person, especially a limited edition man like me, is unlikely to make my own wife feel like she has limits to me. So.., behave like a wife, Rea, I sacrifice a lot of things for you then do not embarrass me by discussing trivial things like this again.." at the end of his sentence Dariel gave a brief kiss of Andrea's lips. Andrea looked a little embarrassed.
"Hey... Don't look down, are you overwhelmed? My words just made you jump? Doesn't it? Oh, I'm sorry.." Andrea pursed her lips and was immediately greeted by a light wave of Dariel. Andrea then hugged Dariel tightly. Poked her cheek at the man and gave thanks in her heart. His heart was touched, of course. Any woman would not be able - even to think a little bit - to let go of this kind of man. Of course it would be painful to take it off, and Aletta would have to do that.
"You met Aletta at the Mall?" darel's voice blew open the door of the dream that was almost created in Andrea's consciousness. Andrea frowned and her head immediately raised looking at her husband's beautiful bead of eyes.
"How do you know?" asked Andrea astonished. "You hired people to spy on me and Livya?!" guess Andrea's already half upset. Men always do this, after floating women as high as the sky and then a split second slammed them to the ground. Andrea held a rumble in her chest seeing Dariel not immediately answer or just to refute, and somehow it felt like the roar in his chest was getting so formed that the prejudice was right to make Andrea break away and want to stay away from Dariel as soon as possible.
"It's not what you think, Rea..." Dariel blocks Andrea's wrist making her stride restrained. "I told some of my confidants to take care of you and Livya in secret, I know you wouldn't like it if I did it blatantly right? I just want to keep an eye on you and work quietly, they reported your unfortunate encounter with Aletta earlier. I wonder what you're talking about.. Are you really hugging?"
Andrea's tense shoulders waved. Signs of his emotions that had risen now began to decline. In the heart of regretting his bad thoughts just now, now with a cold head Andrea can draw a conclusion from the positive side, that how much Dariel cares about him until when not with him the man is still looking after him.
From the back he felt Dariel's body docked. Circling two sturdy hands that are even very long if to be laced around the slender waist of Andrea.
"I'm sorry." Dariel whispered softly. "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to discuss it, I can take my own answer that your existence by my side is proof that nothing happened between you and Aletta earlier, me, me, I'm just worried about you, go." Andrea closed her eyes which were starting to feel hot. Dariel's words were like slashing his heart, incising pain until it brought out the clear water from his eye bag. "Rea, I love you. very, completely, really."
Andrea wanted to return back to her husband's embrace but their son's whining voice interrupted the atmosphere. Andrea broke away and ran small towards the box where their baby was. Dariel followed after closing the balcony door tightly.
"You should have slept with Oma alone a little bully," Dariel pinched their son's plump cheek pinches.
"She's just thirsty, she'll be sleeping again soon. Isn't it baby?" Andrea. Sure enough, the pair of beautiful eyes that Dariel inherited shortly clenched again after Andrea cussed ******* milk bottle in her mouth. "Good son, don't make your father angry again for fighting over mom, huh?" Andrea chuckles to herself considering how David woke up last night and refused to be put to sleep when Dariel was eager to fondle her, leading to the annoyance of Dariel who had to succumb to a midnight soak.
"Don't mess up our night again, you understand? sleep well and wake up with new intelligence." Cheek David small before letting Andrea put the tiny body again into the box. Dariel slightly bent down to cover the tiny body, then before he re-enforced the body he placed whispering, "We'll make you a sister, let's cooperate and don't mess up.." Andrea chuckled in amusement as her ears managed to steal hearing what Dariel had said earlier. A spoiled pinch stamped down Dariel's abdominal skin still wrapped in clothes. Dariel embraces Andrea together staring at the sleeping peaceful face, a streak of satisfaction emanating on the face of the two even though they are fully aware until this point has not been anything, he said, their role as parents will continue to be very long in the future.
"Yeah!" Andrea shrieked in shock as she felt her body drift so Dariel suddenly scooped her into a sling. With a laugh that made him more handsome that Dariel brought the tiny body of Andrea into the sacred area there. Plunge gently, and without willing to give a pause for a second immediately following the downfall.