Will Never Let You Go
Ashila Wants Baby 2's

"Babe, grab a tie, dong."

"Start, Om."

"Just like socks."

"Yes, Om."

"I have breakfast in my room."

"Ok—eh, what, that?" Ara who had just returned from walking in closet kept raising her eyebrows.

Darma put on a haughty face. His waist-rigged hands made the man look even more arrogant. "Safety!"

"Why?" Ara put a tie and socks in her hands on the nightstand, then sat down next to her husband.

"Call om once again out of you," he said. From yesterday, Ara continued to tease him, even though he immediately shaved home.

"For instance, Om, uh!" Ara closed her insolent mouth. His eyes were timidly staring at Darma.

The man looked at her intensely, before then pulling Ara's hand that covered her mouth and replacing it with her lips that were now gently sipping on her wife's bright lips.

Darma stopped her kiss for a moment to look at the face of ayu that was not far from her face. "I love you, My Naughty Wife," he said again.

He laid his wife's body. A smile of satisfaction looks faint when Ara hit it back with no less heat.

However, the passion in him had to stop because his wife interrupted, "I want Shila's anterin school."

At that time Darma straightened his body with disappointed murat that could still be captured by Ara.

Ara could do anything but look at the pity of her husband. For now, his daughter was much more important.

"Later tonight, yeah." It is not an offer, but a necessity.

Ara's face was embarrassed, even though she had done it often.

"But, I'm asking for the appetizer right now."

"Huh?"

Darma smiled briefly before finally taking a sip inside his wife's neck.

"Mas!" Ara squealed so detached from her husband and she saw a reddish mark through the reflection of the glass.

"Close down the foundation. Usually you do, " replied Darma who had been standing behind his wife. His naughty hands were now playing around with Ara's hair.

"Not hold my hair!" ketus Ara fierce.

"The back has no kissmark yet."

"MAS! You're reckless I'm sleeping with Shila tonight, you know, yeah."

If it is threatened so, Darma immediately shrieked. "Yeah." Yeah."

Ara breathing a sigh of relief. After putting the foundation around her neck, she went out of the room to check on Ashila who was leaving for school.

"Ashila, are you ready, honey?" he asked as soon as he entered his daughter's room.

"Already, Mommy. Look, Shila's been given butterfly flops as Sister Sus."

"Shila said thanks not yet?"

The boy in sailor moon uniform was grinning, then turned to his nanny. "Thank you, Sister Sus."

"Together, Non."

"Yes, already. Yuk, breakfast. Papi must be waiting."

With her mother in tow, Ashila went down the stairs. Sure enough, there was his father who first drank tea. And just like before, Ashila also showed off her new butterfly flops.

This morning, Ara looked relieved that there was no need for drama. His son had breakfast too, quickly. Maybe because his mood is good.

"You're careful too, Mommy."

Darma kissed Ara on the forehead, then crouched down to talk to her daughter. "Printer school, yes, dear."

"Yes, Papi."

With a smile, Darma ruffled his daughter's bangs. "But, get to work, yeah."

"Be careful, yes, Papi. I love you."

"Where's kiss?" Darma pointed at his cheek.

And a kiss from Ashila landed. Darma stood up again to kiss his wife on the forehead. Then he got into the car.

Ara and Ashila waved their hands. As soon as Darma's car came out of the gate, Ara invited his daughter to get into the car that Mr. Surip was driving.

"Mommy," Ashila called her head towards her mother.

"Yes, Honey?"

"In Mami's pelut there's no baby yet?"

For a moment Ara was stunned. He took a deep breath, then said, "Why does Ashila want a sister?"

"What is that sister?"

Ara smiled with her son's innocence. "If later Mami's big belly continues to have a baby, then the baby will be her sister Shila and Shila will be her sister."

"If so Shila wants a sister!"

"Why? Why would Shila want a sister?" Ara repeated her question.

Ashila looked confused. "Just Shila wants to! Brother is funny. His clothes were small, his shoes were small, his head was bald. Ahhaha ...." The boy laughed.

I don't want Ara to smile at him. "But, if Shila doesn't have a sister, what?"

The boy's laughter stopped. His face turned grim. "Why did Mami say no? You don't want a sister, do you?"

Ara was agitated. Moreover, now his son's eyes are red and slowly tears fall dripping down Ashila's puffed cheeks. Because all the closest people always reproduce whatever Ashila desires. So, this is how the boy is now. Can't accept the word "no".

"Remiss ... Shila wants a sister. Papi says yes, why doesn't Mami?" Ashila's cheeks were getting wet with tears.

"Shila don't cry, son. I'm going to school, you know."

"Biad! Mommy said yes first!"

"Shila can't do that, honey."

"Mommy! Say yes first. Shila doesn't want to go to school!"

Finding her mother has not been breeding, Ashila's crying becomes more and more so. "Remiss ... Shila wants a sister. Shila wants to, Mommy. Which I have Kalan." The boy stammered.

Seeing her daughter as he pleased until her chest rose and fell, Ara knew how tight it was that she could not bear to say, "Yes, Shila will have a sister."

"Sneak?" Ashila's cries stopped. The little girl also wiped her own tears.

Ara nodded with a smile of doubt that of course her daughter did not know. "Yes." Yeah."

"Yeeeeeeee ...!" ashila cheer is girly.

They've arrived at school. The car door is open. Ara did not come down. His daughter had already dared to enter the classroom herself. He waved his hand as Ashila did the same before the boy turned towards his class.

"Road, sir," pinta Ara. On the way home, his mind was raging. Could it be time to fight that fear? Ah, why be afraid? Three years ago, he got through it. As long as there's Darma next to him, everything will be fine, right?

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