Marrying the Old Virgin
Emotion Design

The design blinked both eyes and felt his left arm that felt numb and achy because it was used as a pedestal for Nara who slept while hugging her body. Visible sunlight through the curtains are not tight.

They feel the nightstand grabbing his phone. How surprised to see a screen that shows the time has passed from nine in the morning. Looking towards Nara who was still asleep, with a somewhat messy mane.

The smiling design looked at the area of Nara's collarbone and shoulder that was not covered in blankets displaying traces of love scattered. Slowly move Nara's head on the pillow and fix the blanket to keep Nara warm and comfortable.

“Padahat last night out shower now shower again,” said Reka while walking towards the bathroom.

Not long after, Reka was already wearing shorts and a tee shirt. A uniform that is usually worn at home. Get down the stairs and rush towards the dining table. Meera who saw only Reka who came down, stared cynically at her son. “What the hell is Bun? Not kangen is the same as your handsome son,” said Reka.

“Mother miss Papih is not the same as you. Nara where?”

“Still sleeping,” replied Reka then took a bottle of mineral water in the refrigerator. Sit on one of the chairs and fill the plate with breakfast. “Surely he is tired because you work,” guess Meera.

“Yeah of Bun, kayaks are never young. A moment too Papih came, complacent deh there.”

“Why was not invited last night.”

“Fine if work does not take time. If I wait Papih where maybe I can go home last night,” said Reka. Meera accompanies Reka to breakfast while chatting, even though she is an adult, Reka is the only son of Meera and Kevin, of course, is very dear to Meera. But because Reka was married so Meera no longer treated Reka like a child.

“Awake up, here sit down,” take Design to Nara.

Nara sat down beside the plan. Meera noticed Nara's tired-looking face was a bit sleep deprived. “They, your wife is pregnant again do not be invited to stay up,”

"Rarely Bun, not every night. What breakfast do you want, baby?" ask Reka to Nara while rubbing Nara's head.

"That's it," pointed Nara at the menu on the table. There was a roar of the vehicle engine coming. "Bun, Papih is coming. There is already kangen-kenan, if necessary to the Two Season open room," ridiculed Reka. Mother also went out to meet Kevin.

Nara hits Reka's thigh, mocking her mother. "I made milk first." The design goes to the pantry and makes a special glass of milk for pregnant women and put it in front of Nara.

The plan was to feed Nara food patiently. Usually only able to spend a few mouthfuls at breakfast, but this time quite a lot. "Enough, I'm full" said Nara. "There are two more bribes left, Ra." Nara just shook her head.

"Where?"

"Where are the two important."

"Hm, but ride the bike yes," said Nara with a sparkling face.

"If you ride a motorcycle you can't get far from Ra."

"But I want to ride the bike."

"Okay, we copy first. There's no way you're riding a motorcycle wearing that shirt."

The designer was talking to Leo when Nara approached him. Wearing long leggings, sweatshirts and overlaid jackets. "Is he ready?" Nara nodded. The design wears Nara's helmet, although their purpose is not far but safety remains paramount.

It turns out that Reka asked Leo to follow them by car. Just in case Nara is tired they will change vehicles. "Tumben wants to ride a bike, usually chatty if I ride a bike."

Nara pressed her shoulders. "Again wish. If you ride the bike can hug you," whispered Nara. "Ish, it's so gemsin. So you want to lock your brackets in the room." As the motor drove, Nara hugged Reka tightly. Almost thirty minutes drive, Reka turns to a cafe that looks very cozy.

Nara hugged Reka's arm tightly. Smile can not be separated from the face of the two, especially Reka occasionally tease Nara makes his wife's face blush.

"Decare."

"Nara."

Hearing their names being called, Reka and Nara turned to the origin of the voice. Nara tightened her grip on Reka's arm knowing who had called her. Reka's jaw hardened and both hands clenched, as if they were ready to land on the face of the person who had made her emotional.

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Patience is Reka, this is a sentil author who makes emotions. Last night yes, if not overslept 🤣🤣