At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 70 Couldn't Get Me Away From You

"my nerd misses you so much."

Whisper Anajib while continuing to look at Dhea who was still asleep lost in his sleepiness.

I don't know how many minutes Anajib just sat on the edge of the bed staring at that face.

Now his hand caresses the face of the man who has tormented him in longing and desire to claim his right.

"Dhe come on, open your eyes, don't you miss what?"It's coming, Dhe...

Those eyes are still closed.

WHAT A GEMASSSS I.!!"

Anajib complained in his heart.

Really can no longer afford Anajib to withstand the turmoil that there wants me to punish you immediately.

His turmoil was no longer able to hold him.

Now his hand was stroking Dhea's face.

his handsome face approached so close that his breath made a warm air on Dhea's face.

And finally the eyes were opened.

the face looks shocked.

"Mas what are you doing.?"

Ask Dhea to her husband who is busy walking

his face with his lips.

"You think...?"

Ask the husband to look naughty.

Then there was no conversation because the lips were already

lightning fast took Dhea's lips.

Out of nowhere Dhea's courage now retaliates

husband's movements.

now the lips move down continuously down every curve and valley of the hills.

The heartbeat of the owner of the handsome face was increasingly racing. Dhea felt the hands start to work one by one that stuck to Dhea's body was removed and the hands took off their own clothes.

And now that hand is getting naughty. And Dhea just resigned the form of fulfilling her obligations.

Both were bathed in sweat until they finally reached their peak.

Thank you, Dhe. Anajib said as he lay beside his wife.

Now he kisses Dhea's forehead.

For a moment they stared at each other.

"What reason did you give your father so that he gave you permission to go out to meet me.?"

Anajib just smiled.

And shuffle his wife's hair.

I didn't ask my permission, but I asked my mother for permission.

Now those eyes are staring inside. "You don't have much thought." I told you we'd face it together. Anyway, please take care of our baby. As long as I continue my study out. "What if I miss you..?"

DEG.

That question is what Anajib fears.

Because actually his own soul can be fragile because of the tormented longing.

"You leave your longings in prayer and twilight."

Like you were waiting for me to come home from the cottage. And as it is now.

You can get through it, whispered Anajib with great difficulty suppressing his sense of harrowing.

"We have taken a bath" said Anajib, pulling Dhea's hand.

"Before first." said Dhea turning her eyes away. Seeing her husband's behavior.

"Heyy why are you.?"

Anajib said as he splashed water at Dhea

hiding behind his blanket.

"Dhee."

"Which clothes.?"

The voice asked for a copy of the shirt.

Dhea got up and wrapped the blanket to cover her body.

The owner of the big laugh was laughing mischievously.

"I've seen everything Dhe."

"Why is it still shy.?"

The hand mischievously pulled the blanket wrapped around Dhea's body.

"Oh my goodness, you're a bad boy.!"

"As a punishment find your own clothes.!"

Shouted Dhea who hurriedly stepped into the bathroom. And BRUK the sound of that bathroom door Dhea closed.

Anajib was also skeptical to see his wife's behavior

who is always shy.

Czechoslovak..

The bathroom door was open.

The body looks beautiful to miss from the view. Anajib stared at the body which is now increasingly changing in all aspects of size.naturally Dheakan in the condition of containing their baby.

Feeling always in the mischievous view of her husband

Dhea asked Anajib to face the wall first.

"Mas please look at him don't come here mulu.!"

"Please face the wall for a minute.!"

Dhea said hope while continuing to hold her protective towel.

"No way.!"

"Walls are not beautiful to look at.!"

I came all the way here to look at you.

"BASIC NAKALLLL..!"

Shouted Dhea annoyed.

And with lightning-fast movements Dhea put on her clothes.

"Would you like to eat now or later.?"

Sorry there is no rice.

Later on, mas.!

"Sorry to come home from congregational prayers and buy rice mas.!"

"READY MADAM."

Anajib said with a laugh.

Basic BUMIL nawarin eat but do not have rice. Anajib was amused by his wife's behavior.

Suddenly, Drett drett drett Anajib's cell phone rang.

Dhea prepared prayer mats and mucenas.

From father.!

Anajib looked at Dhea.

Lift mas..

"Assalamualaik." Sir.

Greetings Anajib greeting the father who called him.

"Getishalam."

Father's voice sounded cash with his wife.

"Where were you staying overnight?"

The voice started with a high tone.

"At my friend, Najib has asked permission from my mother."

"Father want you to go home now.!!"

Tuttt. And call was cut off.

Dhea had heard the conversation between the boy and the father.

Now the two are staring at each other.

"I'll do what you want."

Anajib told his wife.

Now Dhea took her husband's jacket.

"Go home, follow my father's request."

Dhea said as she gave the jacket.

"But Dhe if you want me to spend the night, I'll do what you want."Anajib.

"No mas. Go home!"

Says Dhea who should be holding back her longing.

To her husband.

Anajib pulled out the envelope as usual.

Her husband would give her his daily allowance

make Dhea. "Receive Dhe..!" then the envelope was given in Dhea's fingers.

"Mas.be careful.!"

Said Dhea with a raucous voice painstakingly holding back her cries.

"Definitely love, mas will be careful."

Always take care of our children.

Before exiting the high-body room it kissed Dhea on the forehead and kissed Dhea on the stomach.

"Assalamualaik."

Then she kissed her husband's hand.

"Getishalam."

Answer Dhea .

A shadow of the one he loved disappeared .

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Dusk in a small town her panorama amazed anyone who looked at her.

Seen pak ustad pacing on the terrace of his house is very spacious joglo style.

"Father has forbidden why did you give permission?"

So that kid is undisciplined.

The voice of the father began to sound fierce.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir.!"

The two old men kept waiting.

And until the Maghrib prayer arrives.

The one waiting has not come.

Finally, he chose to go to the mosque.

The mother seemed to be getting more anxious and closed the door and entered the house.

The motor kept going.

Never afraid of what will happen.

Now the bike is pulled over, because Anajib will perform prayer first.

Dhea is not much different.

He stepped up to take the water.

Let this love story be handed over to the power of God. The whisper of Dhea's heart tried hard to face

reality life.

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