When My Bed Shakes Back
4. Fondest Time

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First Year Flashback

Our nights always passed with dripping sweat, no night without asking for rations, when I came home from work exhausted, he lashed me early in the morning until work time was almost here.

And I as a wife can only surrender to accept the husband's request with pleasure, besides I also enjoy it, because my husband is always able to make my body always hover in every sentvhannya.

Cooking is good to refuse, right?

That's why I choose not to work at home, to be able to serve and pamper him at all times, if we both go to work at the office, let alone take care of him, let alone care for him, to just massage his tired shoulders the hand is not strong, because it is exhausted itself, and mas William agreed, enough of him to work in the office and I'll work in the room when night falls.

Today William called me as if he had gone home from Magrib, because there was an impromptu meeting from an overseas client. And I also understand him, because the client is diverse, sometimes also often ask for meetings as he pleases, but my husband is always sportsmannya, no matter the important thing all goes smoothly as planned from the beginning.

Sure enough after Magrip heard the sound of my husband's car parked in front of it, I was in the Kitchen with my aunt and sister-in-law to prepare dinner dishes.

" Dear."

When he entered the house, must have immediately searched for me, still in the same clothes, he just took off his tie also rolled up his arms and immediately hugged my body from behind no matter who was around him, maybe because he's the only man in our house so there's no shame let alone shame.

" God, I'm helping you with this cooking aunt." Bumpku when his sturdy arm coiled around my stomach.

" Do we need to add a household assistant again, so you don't have to be tired of helping cook?" He still won't let me go.

" Don't work, I want to learn, so you can work." I am not at all good at cooking, although often see aunty cook also if the spice itself is often not right, sometimes salty, sometimes sweetness, can not be differentin which coriander where pepper, and also the, moreover, the difference in galangal is the same as ginger, a very difficult lesson in my opinion.

But I still try hard, despite the fact that I always ngrecokin in the kitchen, but mbak Farah always patiently face my behavior, unlike him who is a cook, but not like him, because he had been a chef before finally changing profession to be an advertising model now with the help of my corporate relations, because indeed the body is no less good as me.

" You people, think of dong whose husband didn't sail home." Farah's mother was even embarrassed and reluctant to look at us.

" I'm sorry mbak, mas emang kek gini the person, do not know the place of the person." I feel bad for myself.

" Dear kiss."

Somehow after returning home from the meeting my husband seemed to be warm-blooded, even from the moment he appeared, William was already raining keccvpan on my knees with a friendly.

" Patience mas, this dinner is not ready, we have not had dinner yet, mas also have not taken a bath, there shower first."

Even the aunt next to me could only smile at my husband's smile, whose face was already looking dimupeng.

" Just a minute."

The cup!

He just pulled my chin forcefully and grabbed it with tenderness.

" Woaah... move to the room just there! could it be raining this storm in the kitchen!"

Sister Farah seemed to no longer bear to see the madness of the two of us in the kitchen, because I was lulled with the softness of my husband's civman, so I also reciprocated at that time.

There was nothing wrong, because we were already legal and religious, so I just smiled without sin in response to their swearing.

" So in yuk's room?"

I who love him so much, always go crazy with my husband, even if he doesn't give me a day, I will hit him first.

" Okay, but a sling?"

Manja is my nature, once bang Lewis who always carried me, but when married husband who replaced all the duties of my brother.

With a single pull she directly carried me, her burly posture did not matter if she had to carry me at all times.

Even along the way to the top floor we clenched each other with a burning sensation.

" Make a shower, let's take a long time." Mas William said as he threw me into the bed after almost half an hour and we traveled with each other in a light-weight area.

" Want me to take a meal first mas, there must have been a mateng below."

" Okay, but take it upstairs, let's eat on the balcony." He said as he passed to the bathroom.

" Well ready mas."

While waiting for the bath, I went back down to grab our dinner, because the combat also needed extra power, so I took a lot of food, too, if William mas again on fire like this he likes to be determined overtime until midnight, so as a godly wife I have to serve him with all my heart.

When it comes to energy, I think that William is amazing, without any herbal medicine or medicine from any shaman he can make me mletre overnight, it is really a dream husband, right?

Because in the household, happiness is also not only about the material, but also the inner living and it is also important, although there are quarrels or debates in the household, can be resolved easily on a rocking bed.

" Dear."

If William's already at home, the call of love must be heard everywhere, want anything he always calls me, but I don't mind, because he's the more pure I'm more in love.

" I'm on the balcony, cooking food again."

" Hmm. my wife's beauty." He hugged me back from behind, the smell of soap and shampoo from him made me helpless, let alone see the chest of his field that was still slightly wet with water, really making my eyes become fresh and shiny.

When at home I often use shorts and T-shirts, even rarely make up, but my husband always praised me beautiful, because people say I am a natural beauty without artificial sweeteners, whatever it is, I am thankful for His gift.

" Hmm. I think it's good." The smile on my husband's face began to appear when he saw the dish, which meant that he was actually hungry from now on.

" Bribery mas." It's not that I bribe but I'm the one who asks to be bribed.

" Sit here, we're both eating." He patted both his thighs, telling me to sit on his lap.

Even though he works all day, but he does not mind if I always act spoiled with him.

" Where was the meeting?" I asked while enjoying bribes for bribes from my husband, because if eating bribed with his hands, want to eat the same sambel trasi doang also feels really good.

" In the Bar in the Mall deket office." My husband answered while continuing to finish our meal.

" At the Bar? pantesan mas directly mupeng, must have seen the seger-seger ya." I glared at him straight away.

" Yes, how else, cook I have to crumple during the meeting?" Answer lightly.

" Oh, I'm a nyebelin! look out. I'm full!"

I immediately got out of his lap, and chose to swallow the mineral water in the glass and passed inside.

" Wait a minute, wash your hands first."

He smiled instead when he saw me bend my face in this kind of annoyance. Am I jealous? naturally dong if I am so, which wife is not angry if the view of her husband moves to another woman, let alone the one in skimpy clothes, the heat feels this heart, my blood seems to boil when imagining it.

..."A true relationship is two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other."...

To be continue...