Dimadu Tak Semanis Honey

Terrorist Sender

After Erlangga returned to the capital and went to Singapore. Lee still faithfully takes care of Siti.

He who is depressed should do some therapy. Siti, who had suffered a miscarriage, was unable to close her eyes for three days and three nights. Early symptoms of someone affected by mental disorders.

Siti has been undergoing psychological therapy for almost three months. Now he's getting better.

Starting to want to talk, eat and go through the routine even though slowly.

"Where's Erlangga? isn't he always beside me, accompanying me in all the pain I've suffered."

"May I ask you one thing?"

"What?"

"Erlanges. Is there a little taste you have for her?"

"Why ask like that? do you really want the answer?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I was once very fascinated by him. He built the road in our village. Very nice and friendly."

"Now?"

"Do you really not know how I feel? Lee's."

"I hope the old taste for her is still in your heart. Love him more worthy. He's more everything than me. Not a loser like me."

"That's it. I want a break."

Siti.

"He's dying."

"What?"

"Maybe, his life won't be long. She's dying. He even ignored his suffering for your sake. Medication abroad produces nothing."

"What are you talking about."

Lee standing. Holding both shoulders. Looked at him full of seriousness.

"Erlanges. He had stage four brain cancer. He loves you more than anything in the world. Siti .. her wish is only one. Can live with you."

"Cannot be. She must be ...."

"Erlangga is dying, Siti."

"No. .. It couldn't have happened. Please tell me this is just a joke."

"I'm serious!"

"Erlangga ...."

Siti knelt down, crying as hard as she could.

One by one the people who truly loved themselves left.

Life is just a journey. Traveling to find the home we live in. The house we will live in forever.

The phase where we are looking for supplies as a condition to unlock our own homes.

Everything must be back. We will go home in circumstances we do not know. We just need to get ready when the pick-up comes. Our bags must be filled with something that will save us when we are in a difficult situation.

Life is like a melinjo tree. It is not just old leaves that will fall on the ground. However, young leaves are often separated from the stalk.

Erlangga is not okay. His face, his body and everything in him changed drastically.

He who always looks tough and cool, now looks weak helpless.

Siti cried as she was next to him. He wanted to hug, only he knew, it wasn't the truth. Siti can only rub Erlangga. Staring at him.

"Marry me, Erlangga," said Siti.

"I can't even do anything after becoming your husband."

"I want to take care of you halal. Accompany yourself under any circumstances."

"Do you feel pity? I don't want to get married just because of your compassion."

Siti shook her head. "No. I want to marry the man who built the road in the village. Such a nice guy and fascinated me. I love you, Erlanngga. Come on, we're getting married. We'll live happily."

"Are you sure?"

"Very. I'm so sure."

"I'm grateful that I finally got you. But, are you going to forgive me for sending you threatening messages, first." The scales of Erlangga in the heart.

Utilizing the circumstances that supported him, even he was not really the cause of Lee's accident at that time. Everything by moment.

Let it be his and God's secret. Let the Lord punish and Erlangga will accept the punishment with sincerity.

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"Adrrgh!" Erlangga screamed in pain. He held firmly his head that felt like it was about to break. Then it will be after his convulsions, until he is unconscious.

This is what happened to Erlangga. Screaming in the lap of his wife, Siti. Not every day it happens. However, every time that happened, it felt very gripping for Siti.

She was so scared to see her husband like that.

"Are you tired of taking care of me every day?"

"Not at all. I'm happy with you right now."

"If we had been married long ago."

"Why don't you do it, Mum?"

"I doubt I'm just afraid I'm gonna hurt you when I get married without my mom's blessing."

"I understand."

Silent.

That night was very cold. No sound is heard. Silent and lonely.

"Sir."

"Hem."

"Can I ask for my rights now?"

"Do, Mas. From the tip of the hair to the tip of the nail, all yours. I'll do my duty if you ask for it."

Their eyes stared at each other. The longer it gets closer.

Erlangga kissed Siti's forehead. Then back away.

"Why Mas?"

"I ...." Erlangga.

Siti smiling. She knew her husband was hesitant. Afraid Siti felt compelled. Siti raised her body. Trying to grab Erlanngga's lips.

Erlangga was a little surprised when his wife suddenly kissed his lips. He did not reply, until Siti tried to arouse Erlangga's passion with *******.

They poked their lips together passionately. It's so tight. The love that has long been buried in the trough of the heart is now, welcoming and anchored to the intended heart.

The sigh of pleasure accompanied her sunyinya that night. Enjoying the beauty of love in bondage to his Ridho.

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"Dek, why? your face is very pale."

"Let's know, it doesn't feel like my stomach is out of whack. My head's dizzy."

"We're going to the doctor, yeah."

"No need, I'm fine. Don't go anywhere, I don't want to be tired."

"But, Deck."

"Don't ngeyel! I'm sentil, no."

"For instance, Master."

"Eat him do not be reckless. Get on the strap, will you?"

"Enggaaak." whining spoiled Erlangga.

Siti pinched her husband's nose. Erlangga replied with a kiss on Siti's face.

"Mas, stop."

"Mmcuah .. mmcuah!"

"Mas! oh, look at it!" Siti wriggled as Erlangga's hands crept on her waist and stomach.

They were chasing each other like children. Siti laughed loosely, even she climbed onto the sofa and went down again to avoid her husband's ignorant hands.

Love always brings unexpected strength. The panacea of all pain.

"Nrank ...." Siti screeched as she felt very tired. Lying his body on the bed.

"Nantangin this is it!"

"The fire ...."

Erlangga slept right on top of Siti's supine body.

"Mas ... weight!"

"Bringing your body that night, Deck."

"Nriv ...." Siti pinched Erlangga's cheeks that were getting sunken.

"I'm so skinny, look at your body. Just married me six months ago like a puffer fish."

Siti's face changed. She looked sad when she heard her husband's words.

"Why? what was? did I say the wrong thing," asked Erlangga worriedly.

"Did I really look like a pufferfish in your eyes, Mom?"

Siti's question made Erlangga's forehead wrinkle.

Siti pushed her husband's body to the side. He got up and sat in front of the bed.

"Dec, what's wrong? I'm sorry."

"Did I not look attractive anymore? am I really ugly and fat?"

"Sir, I'm just kidding. I'm sorry if you were offended."

"Are you going to look for another woman who is prettier, slimmer and sexier than me? am I gonna get dumped?"

"Astaghfirullah, Deck. Hear that! I was just kidding. Look here ...."

"No!"

"Darling, look here." Erlangga turned the body of Siti who turned her back.

"Look at me. Look at my eyes."

Siti.

"Darling ...." Erlangga pulled his wife's chin affectionately.

"Listen to me carefully. I don't care how you are, fat, ugly, ugly I don't care. I will love you now and then. Believe it."

Hix

"Really?" siti asked with a bend of her face.

"Yes dear. Really, I won't leave you just because you're fat."

Hix Hix

"Russia, dong. Don't cry anymore, yeah."

"Cun" Siti said as she pursed her lips.

Erlangga chuckled at his wife's recent behavior that was increasingly spoiled and sensitive.

The laughter halted for a moment as Siti's two eyes rounded perfectly. Soon she pulled Siti's nape. Landing a hot kiss on the lips of a beautiful woman who makes Erlangga's life more colorful.

The kiss continued on the bed. And ended up with their clothes strewn on the floor.

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