Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life
Home Sweet Home
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The cold began to rain down on every point of my pores indicating we had entered Bandung. I changed my sitting position with my hands starting to fold to hold the body. I felt a warm garment covering my body, but my eyes were too heavy to hold the petals, and I finally brought them back into my mind.
ALLOHU AKBAR ALLBO AKBAR
And adzan zuhurpun reverberated, 3 hours already .. trip seasoned congestion we have passed. I began to open my petals now, and immediately caught by me the handsome face of my husband, with the love that continues to be twisted on the tape of the car, making my shakes to him deeper, as if the song that was playing was for me, indeed, my husband's heart.
Ohh khayalku ...
I don't want to
You cry out sad
Tear from you
Which I want
Meaning of present me
It erases your pain
Darling
For me
You're my honor
Listen in
Listen to me
Just one of my doors
For you and your life
Fine darling
There's me for you
Just one of my doors
In your day and night
Fine darling
Because I'm for you
All the wishes I will do
As hard as I can, my dear
Because to me you are my honor
Listen in
Listen to me
Just one of my doors
For you and your life
Fine darling
There's me for you
(Good Honey - Guardian Band )
"Hey, is the sleeping princess awake?? We stopped by the mosque first, yes," he said when he caught my eyeballs that had been perfectly rounded.
I also patted and instantly an indescribable smile complemented my husband's clear eyes that looked blushing.
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I move my legs now closer to the figure of a stunned looking man staring at me in the distance, looking at his wet hair so I remember the stories of the past ...
My story still looks as good as jeans, a long top dress in the hand with a hijab that I hang to the extent of covering my head and neck. Still lacking knowledge at that time, my pretext. But In shaa Alloh, I now better understand what hijab really is, why there are hijab rules and what parts I have to keep with my hijab. But this is my life process. And I am grateful, though I pass through the tightness I am able to stand at this moment with the determination of my faith.
And he's my husband, we're working together. Because I realize my soul is still often turned upside down, what I deserve to demand more than Allah set for me.
One thing for sure is this guy really keeps me in his heart. And the sincerity of his heart was able to knock my heart back to him.
Now that he was right in front of me, our eyes were still staring at each other as if we didn't care around. I saw him nod his head to grab my shoulder, and drive me in our car right now. And there my Mayra was still cool with her sleeping flower painting.
30 Minutes passed by the SENTRA gate AMBASSADOR RESIDENCE had been standing upright waiting for us. A few moments later a large minimalist style house with soft gray paint combined tosca and black was in front of us, instantaneous gratitude has given us salvation on the way to our return home.
Ohh, Home sweet home ...
It feels comfortable to lay back on our private bedroom mattress.
"Honey .. come here ...."
Mas Dimas suddenly called me who was still focused on opening the hijab then moved to replace my game with a short-sleeved home longdress at this time.
I also approached Dimas mas shortly after.
"What's up, Mom?"
"This ...,"
Mas Dimas clapped his hands on the bed next to him that looked empty.
"Mass ..," I said, who then responded to a nod of his head that made me unable to resist, I was laying down at this time.
"Mas' company took a nap, I was very tired," she said as she continued to caress my head as we faced her very close, she began to kiss my lips briefly, exploring the last time my face pulled my head to her chest. There was a very fast heartbeat there. Dimas' life cycle, which seemed to be the rhythm of sleep delivery, was recorded far to the deepest side of my brain, making me carried into the subconscious that was very disturbing to me.
🌻At 19:30
Our family sat down to give us the right to our stomachs. I deflected Mayra's rice dishes first which looked very hungry on her face. Only then did I move to my husband's Dimas mas plate, *Mas Dimas must also be very hungry*. I'll stick a large portion of rice right now onto my husband's plate. *So that my husband is full*, I thought.
Until suddenly, though,
*Lho, what's wrong? why do you limit what I do to Dimas* mas, my inner self.
"Hey why dumb, I mean maybe mas can't eat much by themselves. We ate together..!!! It must be because I'm worried about you Ly, especially after she finds out the weight of baby twins is smaller. All of you want to feed *baby twins* Mas, where's the side dish?"
And I also put the side dish at this time Dimas mas plate. *It could be like that mother meant, only bik Lasmi mispronounced it*.
"Now open Lyra's mouth, hayo A. .. The first feed for the smaller Diyara," I opened my mouth and instantly 1 spoonful of feedings came in full of my mouth.
"That was too much Mas" I said after I swallowed my first bribe.
"Sorry dear, okay this one ... to *Baby boy* Daddy hotshot, open your mouth again Dear A..," said Mas Dimas while continuing to caress my stomach. "Smart kid," he said after a bribe entered my mouth.
"Dad, Mayra also wants to be fed."
"Oh yes, my beautiful daughter should not be thin either. Wahhh, the airport is open, the plane is ready to enter. syuuuuu .., thank God the plane has arrived, smart child," said Mas Dimas continues to take care of us.
"Mas, I'm full but you haven't eaten 1 bribe yet" I said.
"Now let me feed Mas," I said spooning back the rice to an empty plate of Dimas mas.
"Oppp, enough. Later mas can not sleep if eating too much," I also according to.
I also began to feed Mas Dimas ...
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Until ...
"This is the last mouthful of Mas" Dimaspun immediately opened his mouth.
"Mas, why are your eyes watering, are you crying?"
"No,"
"Lied..!!! You're crying, I'm sorry that I said something to hurt you, Mas" I said as I wiped the tears that began to drip in the corner of my eyes.
And mas Dimas immediately caught and kissed my hand. "Thank you," he said.
"Mass ...," and I also cried looking at her spoon.
"Heiii, what is this ....??" Instantly the mas Dimas pulled me in his arms.
"Sorry to make Lyra cry, don't cry anymore..!!!"
"Dad, Mother why?" Mayra who was playing with her leg seemed to approach us, she wiped our tears and joined in hugging us.
🌻MAIN ROOM
"Mas, just tell me why are you crying?" askaku after the Dimas mas is finished with the activity of praying and wiping our baby twins. He sat beside me now, looking Mayra was cool drawing on the sofa 3 meters from our bed.
"We're just talking about something else, okay!!"
"Tell me first why are you crying??" insist me while I continue to look into my husband's clear eyes.
"Really want to know?"
I nodded too.
"Because Mas is so happy to have Lyra by Mas's side, having Mayra is also our second baby candidate, feels complete Mas's life. Thank you very much for being present in Mas's life" said Mas Dimas as he approached and kissed me on my forehead.
"Mass, don't kiss Mayra there," I said as I pushed Dimas' body slowly.
"Mayra is busy with her colored pencils" whispered Dimas back.
"Back off Mass, it's not good for Mayra to see us this close."
"Hahh, yasudah Mas will put Mayra to sleep first," Mas Dimaspun passed by while stealing a kiss on my head before moving away.
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"Hey prettykk, bobo yuk..!!!" instantly mas Dimas held Mayra while kissing Mayra's face towards his room.
"Yahh, seelan ... geli Ayahh," increasingly faint and slow cries are no longer heard ....
*family is like a tree, each branch grows differently. But all rest on the same root which is LOVE and CASE BABE* ...
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