When Married?
The Last Extra Part
They unravel each other's hold, loosening a bit of the distance the bodies are docked to each other.
Indeed, such is the journey of the housewife, the groove is not always straight and smooth. The occasional whirlwind and storm will surely strike, tossing the ark of marriage, testing the loyalty and strength of love between two people who bind the sacred promise before God.
Literature rolled the back of her hand on the cheek of Flowers, feeling the smoothness of the skin like a magnet that always managed to intercept and pull it until it was unable to escape from its attraction again.
His hand moved up to his chin and slightly pulled him down until the lips of the Flower opened his slit, he lowered his face and tucked his lips in the warmth of his wife's sweet and ripe lips.
He kissed her with a loving feeling that bubbled up her bone marrow. Flowers return her husband's kisses with the same taste, love that rises and blends beautifully like a twilight sky with a shade of air, so warm but soothing.
The taste inside the chest both melted into one. One sense, one goal, that is to love each other, to take care of each other, to complement each other, to the end of life and the last breath.
Literature encourages Flowers to lie on the sofa without letting go of their lips. He rests on it, Flowers wrap his hands around the wide and pleasing back of his beloved husband and they dissolve more and more in the sweet taste of the beautiful love whose strength has been forged in such a way.
In the midst of their activities that began to heat up, there was a knock on the door of his room. The two stopped each other's fondling, staring questioningly at each other, who knocked at midnight like this.
Literature initially does not care who is behind the door and intends to continue what was delayed, he returns to bring his face closer until his nose is in contact with Flowers, which is what he is trying to do, when his lips were about to land his gaze the knock was again heard along with the sound of crying.
Flowers held Literature's chest, they both sharpened their hearing, as she recognized the sound of crying that Flowers rounded her eyes. Spontaneously she pushed the body of her husband, unprepared Literature almost fell over because Flowers pushed her as hard as she could.
Flowers came down from the sofa, fixing his clothes that had almost sagged to half his chest, hurriedly he stepped towards the door and opened the door quickly.
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The door opened and Arion stood in front of the door, rubbing his eyes while hugging a tayo doll. Seeing his mother standing in the doorway, the handsome boy immediately burst into the arms of Flowers.
"Mommy. huhuhu...." Arion hugged the Flower and cried.
"Mami's lion why cry hmm?" Flowers immediately scooped up her son, closed the door of her room and carried Arion inside and sat on the edge of the bed. Literature approached and sat down next to the two most meaningful people in his life.
He looked at his parents alternately with his innocent gaze as if begging for his request to be granted.
Literature laughs showing a neat row of white teeth, it turns out this is how I like to be a parent, when he was mengesrai his wife he was even disturbed by his favorite little boy. But his sense of regret in the mini version of himself is more dominant so as to push back his already tempestuous desire.
"Of course you can be a whiz of Papi, let's go to sleep" said Literature.
Literature arranged the pillows and carried Arion from the lap of the flower and laid him in the middle of the bed. Flowers follow her body with a sloping position on the right side and Literature on her left side.
Literature pulled out a blanket and covered the three of them, then held his wife and child in his arms until they fell asleep together with a heart that was bursting happily.
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Dear my beloved readers, we have arrived at the end of the story When to Get Married
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