When Married?
The KM Part 129

Whether it had been how many times they had repeated it, the two continued wanting to touch again and again until they finally reached their threshold.

At four o'clock in the morning they just stopped and immediately fell asleep because of fatigue, they slept in a position to hug each other as if afraid to separate again.

*****

This morning Mr. Arya had his own breakfast at the dinner table without the company of his son and daughter-in-law.

"The same literature of Flowers where Bik?" Mr. Arya asked Bik Isah on the sidelines sipping his coffee.

"Since they haven't been seen coming down, sir, do I need to wake up?" sahut Bik Isah's.

Not usually Literature and Flowers have not woken up even though this is eight o'clock. Since the child was married, Mr. Arya often found Sastra out of his room at midnight or in the early hours of the morning and sat at the dinner table alone for hours just to drink a glass of wine.

Mr. Arya only noticed from afar, he knew that something had happened to them and Nadine had also once explained about the condition of the Flower to him. Mr. Arya was also young, he understood very well that Literature is in a productive age and has a high passion. However, he chose not to interfere too deeply about the affairs of his son, let them settle it alone.

Mr. Arya smiled meaningfully, only this time they were still asleep and skipped breakfast. It seems like from now on Literature will no longer sneak out the nights from her room.

"Not to be woken up, just let it go. Maybe they're tired, hopefully soon there'll be a baby crying that enliven this house." There was a happy look on his face that was no longer young.

"Hopefully sir, the house has been so quiet for years and ever since the Literary Den decided to come back this house feels alive again. May God bless this house with happiness." Bik Isah also smiled to see that his great master was not as grim anymore as before.

*****

It was almost noon now, Flowers and Literature were still at home wrapped in a blanket. Their bedroom curtains were still tightly closed, so the sunlight could only peer from the sidelines of the slightly open curtains.

The atmosphere of the room was tangled and disheveled, the clothes of Flowers and Literary towels scattered on the floor, even the scent of the remnants of romance was still thickly smelled in the room.

Eyelashes Flowers began to twitch before finally opening slowly, he woke up because his stomach rang and protested for contents.

Bunga tried to put her husband's arm away slowly so as not to wake her up, only that his movements kept Literature awake and the man blinked his eyes.

"Honey, where are you going?" Literature even pulls the flower back into its crib.

"Sas, it's noon, my stomach is hungry."

"What time is this?" Literature unraveled her embrace and sat herself in bed

"Sir...." The flowers point towards the wall clock. Literature looks at the clockwork leading to the number eleven.

Literature immediately got up and got out of bed trying to find his phone to contact Tommy, but he forgot that his body was not wearing a thread at the moment, so that when down and standing makes the Flower close its eyes with his hands and scream small.

"Aaaaaaaargh... Sastraaaa! You're not wearing pants!"

Literature lowered his gaze and he also just realized that his body was still plain without clothes. A moment later he laughed because his wife was still shy when she saw his naked body.

Literature did not linger tempting Bunga because as he remembered there was a very important meeting schedule this morning, he took the boxer from the closet and wore it and then contacted Tommy.

"Tom, regarding the meeting schedule this morning why didn't you call me?"

"Meeting just finished sir. Mr. Arya himself came to the office and chaired the meeting. He said that if you have a very urgent business so you can not come to the office, he also advised not to disturb you first," explained Tommy.

"Papa said that?"

"It's right sir."

"Yes already." Literature closed her cell phone call. Smile expands on the face of his face, he is very grateful to his papa who turned out to be very understanding of him.