
Freya was still lying in bed after the departure of her doctor and in-laws. Freya could see her mother-in-law's changed face, perhaps disappointed that she wasn't pregnant. "Aren't you disappointed I wasn't pregnant?" Ask Arka who is now lying on her side.
"No. I don't think it's time to have a baby. We can still make it again anyway."
"Bikin what Bang?"
"Bikin baby is. Make yuk?" Arka tightens her body to Freya then hugs the girl.
"Ish Brother I still lemes gini even invited so."
"It's exactly that let the spit heal the Deck."
"Did you know Bang?"
"Betch the Deck. The proof is right after your brother came home sick you immediately reduced the stay lemes-lemesnya doang. Especially if we sport together, surely you are immediately healthy a thousand percent." Arka tries to convince Freya with a theory that benefits her. "What part is missing? We haven't had three weeks of sports on the deck." Arka's right hand started unbuttoning Freya's shirt.
Freya put away the hand of Arka. "Morning is still my brother."
"Certain why? You want us to play the mall? No way the Dek because late afternoon you have to go back to the post." His hands re-explored his wife's body, followed by his lips that began to examine the milk factory that he had not visited for three weeks.
"Abang ah..."
Just one sigh escaped Freya's lips and yet nothing there's been a knock from out there. Arka immediately stopped and re-buttoned the original Freya clothes.
"Why stop anyway?" Freya protested innocently because she had just started to enjoy the end just like that.
Arka did not answer, he wrapped the girl up to the chest. He learned from his previous experience when Mira's mother just walked in. "Later on Deck of the habit of drama to the door here. There's a door to heaven again, strange deh. Bentar Brother open the door first."
Arka got off the bed and came to the door. "Luckily just want to warm up, if I've been playing I won't open the door." His grunt.
"What's the matter Bun?" Ask Mira who is standing at the door with a tray of water, bread and bananas and two spoons there.
Surely according to the assumption of the Arch Mother Mira nyelonong enter just like that. "I'm lucky to have worn his shirt again." Mumbles Arka.
"Pakein what Ar?"
"No Bun."
Mira approached Freya and placed the tray she was carrying on the bedside nightstand. "Drink the medicine first, dear." Mira has issued a drug that must be taken Freya, only 2 grains only.
"No need for Mother. Freya is healed. It's all right." Refuse Freya who can not take medicine.
"But says this doctor should be spent dear. In drinking well. Want to use water, bread, banana or spoon?"
"Hm...Bang Ar?" Call Freya.
"You want the Ark?"
"Let Arka help Freya take Bun's medicine." Arka.
"Yes, Mother came out first. You're healthy, baby." Mira kissed Freya's forehead.
"Mother."
"Hm what?"
"I'm sorry I'm not pregnant. Mother must be disappointed." Lirih Freya while looking at her in-laws.
Mira stroked Freya's head. "No dear. Maybe it's not time for you to have kids. One mother who is too excited thinks you are pregnant. Just enjoy these times, you guys are young too. Take the medicine, baby."
"Yes Bun."
Arka again locked the room door when Mira was out. "Let's take the medicine!" Arka thrust two drops of medicine and a glass of water at Freya.
The girl nodded and pouted. "I don't want to." Resist.
"I'm healed Bang."
"But the latch should be in a drink. The doctor said that too. Let's drink this." Come on." Arka returned the drug to Freya.
"Whoever drinks!" Said Freya who had been hiding under her blanket.
"What's? You're the one who got sick, brother who was told to take medicine." Arka pulled out the blanket that covered Freya's face. "Let's take the medicine, baby." Persuade Ark.
"No need to Bang Ar ih kok maksa." Refused again.
"Let's get Dek drinking first. You're so good don't be like a kid. I was told to take hard medicine." Said Arka who was getting impatient. He wants Freya to take medication immediately so that she can continue the sports agenda together. Unexpectedly making Freya take the medicine would be this difficult.
"Yes, I'm just a kid. From the beginning I was just a boy in my eyes. So don't force this boy anymore. The boy wants to sleep." Freya flipped her body in the opposite direction, turning her back to Arka who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Arka put the medicine back in her hand onto the tray. Rubbing roughly his own face while looking at Freya who was behind him. There was a smile on his lips. "Take another boy." His inner. It has long not seen his wife sulking, there is a pleasure in itself, the girl is even more adorable when snacking like this. So want to rush to be given candy.
Arka lay facing Freya and pinched the girl's cheek. "Don't sulk. Sorry Brother yah?" Whatever the case and whoever is wrong, apologizing first is the most powerful way for Arka.
"I don't want to take Bang Ar's medicine."
"Why Deck? Let the spit heal."
"It's because I can't take Bang's medicine."
"Keep sick gini how?"
"Just rest the same as drinking dragon milk will also heal?"
"Dragon milk?"
"Yes whose ad there is a dragon is Bang. Cow's milk but its advertising dragon kept its name as milk panda time."
"Oh that. So you want milk."
"Dragon milk too?"
"nothave. I want this one." I don't know since when Arka's hand has gotten into Freya's shirt.
"Done the mulu mode."
"But you like it, right?" The question ended with a brief kiss on Freya's lips. "So you want to take no medicine?" Arka.
"No. I already have a brother, the most efficacious medicine is the doctor's medicine."
"Can you Deck. Yes, now let this elixir do its job so that you can recover again." His words were followed by a friendly kiss on Freya's lips. Plied that sweet face with an affectionate kiss. Tracing the curves of his wife's body gently, do not forget to leave a trace of ownership at each stop starting the sport with them this morning.
The sound of the sighing echoed in the room until finally both of them reached the ultimate pleasure.
"Love you's. Cepet healed the darling." Arka kissed the girl's forehead in her arms.
"Love you too my medicine."
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