ANINDITA, A Tale of the Past

Assalamualaikum, dear!

Anindita came out of the bathroom after cleaning herself. After the morning prayer, Arya returned to repeat the activity last night. And after they both felt tired, they immediately rested. Around eight in the morning Anindita woke up and immediately cleaned herself up.

Anindita then sat on the makeup chair and wore skin care suggested by the salon mother.

" Anin's mother is originally beautiful, but if the woman is married, the treatment is mandatory, you know! Let our husbands get sticky and love us more. Moreover, Mr. Arya is handsome, lest there are actors who are ready to ensnare our husbands. Later I recommend a good skincare and light to wear for Mbak Anin."

The words of the salon mother slightly affected her, until now she began to use the skincare suggested by the salon's mother. After the treatment, Anindita then walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.

" Mad, it's noon. Let's get up ...! I'm hungry, Mom." Anindita patted her husband's arm.

" Hmmm ..." Arya squirms her muscles.

" Mommy, let's get up." Anindita woke up her husband.

" What time is it, baby?" Arya woke up and sat on the bed to show the chest field and muscular Arya. makes Anindita immediately met because she can still feel the touch of her husband's skin on his body.

" Smatch a bath, Mas. We're gonna eat outside." Anindita turned her face as she got out of bed. It feels like he is again attacked by embarrassment if he has to remember the romance that can make him feel the pleasure of heaven.

" I ordered this hotel room has included breakfast, ask to be delivered here just breakfast." Arya then got out of bed.

" We're just gonna eat outside, Mom. I want to eat chicken soup porridge." Anindita refused Arya's offer to eat the menu served by the hotel and choose the breakfast menu she wanted.

" Porridge time, anyway? We're newlyweds, we need extra stamina. Breakfast time porridge? It's worth it you're quick to limp if invited to compete." Arya chuckled as she hugged her body. Then began to kiss the neckline of the white-skinned Anindita.

" Mum, it's ah .. shower quarry." Anindita tried to break her husband's embrace. Because if she didn't turn him down, her husband would start again and he would be overwhelmed.

" I took a shower, yeah!" Arya then walked to the bathroom.

Anindita then tidied up the bed that looked messy due to their love last night continued after the shubuh earlier after they performed two rakaat congregation worship.

After making the bed, Anindita then grabbed her phone and opened the photo album on her phone. He noticed the pictures he had captured before the wedding yesterday morning and at the reception last night. A smile spread on his lips. There is no denying the aura of happiness on his face in the photo. A smile rose again at the corner of her lips as she stared at the photo of the four of her with her husband, Princess and also Ramandhan.

Remembering Ramadan, he suddenly remembered and felt sorry for his son. Anindita then looked for the Ramadan contact number she named "Dear Mama's Son" Ricky who bought a cell phone for Ramadan, because the man needed to make a video call with Ramadan almost every day.

Anindita waited for a while because her video call had not yet been picked up by her son.

" Assalamualaikum, dear .." Anindita said as the video call to Ramadan was connected. But his eyes immediately rounded when he found not Ramadan on the screen of his cellphone, but Ricky who was seen just waking up from sleep and bare-chested to reveal the athletic body of the father of Ramadan. The same thing she found with her husband.

Not much different from Anindita, Ricky also gasped when he found the beautiful face of Anindita who looked fresh because he had just taken a shower. Plus the greeting the woman said, even though she knew the woman's purpose was not her.

" Hmmm .. m-sorry, Sir. I-I want to talk to Rama." Anindita looked nervous and immediately turned her face away from Ricky.

" Oh, yes, but Rama is still asleep." Ricky then pointed his cell phone camera at Ramadhan who was still asleep with his mouth open.

" Athaghfirullahal! Rama's clock isn't awake yet?" Anindita gasps.

" No, Madam. He slept almost midnight." Ricky gives a reason why Ramadan is still not awake.

" Rama sleeps at midnight?" Anindita was back wide, because all this time she never let her son sleep above nine pm and get used to her son was awake before six in the morning.

Anindita snorted annoyedly at Ricky's reply.

" Mister, I have never taught my son to get up late and sleep late. Please sir don't teach my son anything bad!" ketus Anindita Emotion.

" Oh, sorry, Mrs Arya. Next time I won't let Rama sleep too late." Ricky expressed regret.

" Please if she wakes up, tell me to call!"

" Well, later after Rama wakes up I will send a message to get Rama to call Mama.

" Occar ...."

" Neurobeach ...."

Anindita. Somehow he felt what Ricky did to Ramadan was always against what he had instilled all this time and that always made him feel good.

" Who were you talking to, honey?" Arya who had finished cleaning herself immediately asked Anindita.

" The man .. he let Rama sleep in the middle of the night and at this hour he had not yet woken up.. So far Ramadan has never done anything like that, why is this now? This must be because of the influence of the Master who did not teach discipline to Rama, Mas." Anindita complained to Arya.

" But Rama's not every day like that, is it? Once upon a time it didn't matter to do that especially on the weekend." Arya conveyed her views.

" But if Rama's like that, how will he be?"

" Rama will stay with you more, and will stay with us later. So you don't have to worry like that, yeah!" Arya rubbed Anindita's head gently while immersing a kiss on Anindita's forehead.

Meanwhile in Ricky's apartment ...

Ricky laid his body on top of his soft spring bed. He folded his hands under his head. Still pictured in her eyes beautiful face Anindita with damp hair because of shampooing. Not to mention the smooth white body that was just wearing a tank top so that it showed the neckline.

Ricky smiled as he shook his head. He did not understand why lately he often felt amazed by the woman. The woman who almost rarely said gently to him.

" Assalamualaikum, dear ..."

And the greeting he heard was so gentle this morning that he made him again put on his smile.

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