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72. The Pain that Ends Pleasure

In Fajira's deep sleep, she felt something running and stuck to her skin. Half conscious he shook his hands to get back to sleep. But it did not stop moving, forcing Fajira to open her eyes and see what was disturbing her sleep tonight.

"Mas, your hand is, "Fajira was upset when she found out that Irfan was the culprit.

"mmm... I want to love, "his mischievous hands still care for that wacky body and stop at one of the chewy hills that are there.

"Mas, I'm sleepy, tired too. You should rest too, right?"

"just a little while, baby. Can ya?"

"There's Fajri here mas!"

"On the couch. Yuk." yuk."

Irfan got up and carried Fajira slowly. So that the little man does not wake up and does not interfere with his activities later.

"Mas, I'm tired of lo, sleepy too," whined Fajira with a blushing face

"But I miss. Did he touch you, baby?" Irfan asked after laying Fajira on the sofa

"hmm? There's a mas,"

deg...

"the-you?" asked Irfan with glaring eyes.

"He just put the ointment on my hand. Don't worry," Fajira rubbed the firm jaw gently with a smile.

"Ahh thank goodness. If you get to the touch of all sorts, I'll cut the knee until it runs out," insisted Irfan and make Fajira shudder in horror.

"You're such a brave one, Mas" Delik the beautiful woman.

"dare to dong, kill anyone hmphh.." said Irfan cut off because his mouth had been sealed with Fajira's hand.

"Don't talk like that, Mom. Can't"

"I'm sorry dear, muach... I will never let you be hurt by anyone. I'll make sure this is the last time you're in danger" Irfan said, staring at Fajira's bead.

"thank you. Thank you for coming at the right time. I can't imagine how it would be if you were late for a minute,"

"This is all because Fajri managed to find your position dear. I also feel guilty for uwak because I did not ask him permission directly to marry you," said Irfan hid his face in the recess of Fajira's neck.

"Yes, he's upset with you, Mom. Tomorrow we go to Uwak house. Do you want to?"

"Yes, baby, I want to. But wait a few more days. I need to rest at home first"

"Said Fajri earlier you went to the hospital. What pain?" Fajira stroked Irfan's head gently.

"I just can't be shocked, baby. My heart is also weak from small. Hm... Is Fajri's heart okay, baby?" ask Irfan.

Fajira was a little hesitant to listen to Irfan's words. Slowly his hand moved to touch Irfan's left chest and rubbed it slowly.

"Sorry.." said Fajira with teary eyes.

"sorry why, baby?"

"The color I once asked you to stay away from Fajri. You went to the hospital, right?"

"O dear papa, I understand how you feel at that time.we started everything from the beginning yes"

"yes Mas. Luckily Fajri had no history of congenital disease"

"Thank God. Hmm. What if we..." Irfan looked at Fajira as he lowered his base.

"you have to rest, Mas. anyways your trial period is not finished" said Fajira.

"we tried yesterday, baby. Come on yes" Rayu irfan kissed Fajira's neck until impregnated.

"No, Mom!" jakak Fajira when feeling Irfan's kiss.

"iihh. dear"

"no way" Fajira held Irfan's mouth when she wanted to kiss him again.

"hiks... Mother" Rengek Fajri awoke from his sleep.

"Mother here dear" said Fajira poking her head behind the sofa.

"Mother why is there?, here Aji wants to be hugged" he whined back.

"Yes dear. Look out first"

"honey!" call Irfan gawking at Fajira who prefers Fajri over playing with him.

"here, Mas. You want to sleep on the couch? can't be hehe" said Fajira chuckling.

"iii..." Irfan clucked in annoyance, but he still stepped towards the bed and hugged Fajira from behind.

The two possessive men will not let Fajira off for a moment, because the hugs and gentle strokes of Fajira make them feel comfortable and like opium for them. The little family fell asleep hugging each other. Showing warmth filled with love.

Until the morning, they were still asleep in their own sleep. Although the aunt had awakened several times, but the little family was still at home on the big bed.

"engh.." - Fajira woke up.

"Astoge is noon! Mas, Fajri woke up again, it's noon!" Pekik Fajira when he saw the time already showed at 11 noon.

"engh... soon Mother" said Fajri again hugged Fajira who was still in their support.

"wake up again baby, Mommy wants to go to the bathroom" said Fajira sliding to two hands that still hold him

"By!! wake ih... I'm going to the bathroom" whined Fajira who felt like throwing water.

"Hmm a minute"

"By!! Come on, I'm kebelet this"

"Yes already"

Fajira immediately ran towards the bathroom and threw away her wishes. But when he was about to get out, he found Irfan and Fajri who had already undressed and left behind only thugs.

Fajira's eyes puffed up when she saw Irfan leisurely walking in front of her while scratching her itchy, yawning head.

"Darling bathin yes" said Irfan put Fajri in the Bath tube and turn on the tap water.

"you bathein Fajri first mas"

"Aji wants to take a bath with mom" said Fajri still half-conscious.

"It's here to take a bath all dear. Open the Shirt" said Irfan with a smile typical smirk.

"Mother, Here Aji wants to take a bath with the same father Mother as well" said the little man enthusiastically.

Fajira who can not refuse to want Fajri, can only resign and take off his clothes and leave only daleman.

Irfan did not stop smiling happily because a myriad of pranks had appeared in his mind. Fajira, who was embarrassed, only focused on bathing Fajri while talking to his little son. While Irfan who felt ignored instead looked for a way so that Fajira could pay attention to him.

"Mother, I can't rub my feet. Not until, please mother" said Irfan smiling ignorantly.

"Prophey Dad, Mommy again bathe this handsome little prince Mother first" delik Fajira towards Irfan.

How long did they play water together and seasoned with all sorts of Irfan's behavior that made Fajira upset half to death.

"Aji has finished mother" said Fajri stood up and moved from the Bath tube.

But Irfan was suffocating because Fajri accidentally stepped on something that began to wave down there.

"Arrkkh.... Aji" Irfan's voice restrained, making the little man shocked.

"Why-dad?"

"eng no papa dear. Aji put on her own clothes, son, let me help you take a shower first. Keep looking for Oma down ya" said Irfan with a flushed face. While Fajira frowned looking at Irfan who was enduring the pain.

"Mas, Why?"

"My sister to the stamp of Fajri" said Irfan

"are you serious?" peekik Fajira's.

"how do you keep doing that?" plain continued.

"Help baby, but wait for Fajri to come out first"

"he? i-yes"

Fajri was still gawking there seeing Irfan in pain.

"Dad" lirih Fajri almost cried.

Fajira immediately helped her to take a bath and get the little man's shirt.

"later go find Oma, baby. If Oma asks, Mother again help father earlier. You're sick, son"

"yes Mother. But isn't dad papa?" fajri said sadly

"no papa baby. Don't be sad, muach muach... Mother wants help Daddy first baby"

"iya's mother" Fajri passed from the room and Fajira immediately walked back to the bathroom.

"Mas"

"Dear, here help me" said Irfan

"how help? does it still hurt?"

"still dear"

That afternoon Irfan bullied Fajira until he was satisfied and also a form of revenge because of Fajira's rejection last night.

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TO BE CONTINUE

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