FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Ma's.. Moohhh

Tara finally got out of place, she grabbed the phone that was still ringing. There's Nantulang, calling. That's Mama Dewun.

"Relax." Said Tara slowly, Dew also finally moved from its place.

"Assalamualaikum Nantulang" Tara said politely and kindly. Glanced at the Dew that was sitting next to him by trying to cover his body with a blanket.

"Walaikumsalam Bere's. Is Dew with you Bere?" Mama Nur's voice sounded so friendly.

"No mobile Dew is off overnight." Mama Nur again. Heard her mother-in-law's words. Tara remembered that she had not bought a mobile phone for Dewun.

"Yes, this is Dew." Tara's speech is friendly.

"We're moving to VC, right? Kangen nantulang same you guys. It's been a long time since VC." His mother's words made Dew panic. He just wrapped the blanket like a kemben on his body. Tara is still innocent.

The call switches to VC. Tara panicked, ran to the bathroom. And finally Dewun was the one who spoke to his mother.

Dew feel ashamed of his mother, tapai already yes how. Finally he just showed his face when he woke up. And without Dew noticing the camera of his phone went down a bit. So Mama Nur can see her daughter's neck full of #angan cup. Where is the alluring cupa#ng not gone. And Tara added it again.

"Yes, you took a shower. Mama's gonna call again." Mama Nur blushed in embarrassment, seeing her daughter on the phone. She believes her daughter is getting along with Tara. Mama Mira believes her daughter and daughter-in-law are printing grandchildren for her.

"What Ma? not talking yet. Cook is done." Dew pouted, he's still missing. But her mother wouldn't talk to her.

"Yes, come quickly to the house." Mama Nur was still smiling happily. Eventually, her daughter was able to accept Tara as her husband.

"Where do you know we're in town?" ask Dew full search.

"Your mother told the story. So many things you want to ask." said the woman who gave birth to the Dew

"Yes Ma." Dew replied smiling warmly at his mother.

"Mom switch off yes. Take a shower there. Look at you guys already missed your prayer time." Dew immediately stared at the clock perched on the wall of the room. Sure enough it's six in ten minutes.

Not yet Dewun answered his mother's greetings. The video call was cut off.

With the heat of the Dew walk to the bathroom. His body hurts all. For a long time like this, he might not be able to walk.

"Does everyone feel pain all over his body, after having intercourse? or am I like this because of lack of sleep?" debun staggered. Ever since she and Tara did that, she felt her body crumble dimly. Plus less rest time. Much energy was drained to pursue the earthly paradise.

Dew into the bathroom. Turns out Tara had prepared warm water in the Bathtub for the two of them.

"Abang has a shower?' Dew noticed Tara with a towel already wrapped around her waist. The man was brushing his teeth.

"Yet, wait for Adek. Take a shower there." Tara turned to Bathup. Dew shook his head.

"Wouldn't, before we use contraception. We can't be that way anymore." Answer the Dew firmly. She's afraid of getting pregnant.

"There will be no contraception. The problem that Adek said earlier, will not happen to us. I've heard stories like that too. In fact, it was also ever discussed when Brother was in college. As long as Adek knows, brother once membut article discussing marriage with cousins. Whatever our child will be. We have to accept that reality. That is the sustenance that God has given us." Tara said at length, directly pulling the Dew into the Bathtub.

What the woman was worried about, finally happened as well. The event***-**** is inevitable. Dew went wrong. Want to be rejected but delicious, want to continue, she's afraid of getting pregnant.

Now the two are getting ready to go to his parents' house. The woman was made dizzy, what model clothes should be worn, so that the former cup"angan on her neck is not visible.

Tara just smiled with satisfaction, looking at her work. He thinks the neck of Dew is beautiful right now. There are abstract paintings that decorate it.

"Don't have to be covered with sall, yes it's like this, baby. People must have known." Tara hugged the Dew from behind, now the reflection of the two is clearly visible in the mirror.

"No, please, shame. Things like this in our place are taboo. Adek can be the gossip of people around the village later." Sorrow Dew. Then her eyes turned to Tara's unbanded hand.

"Babang's hand has not been bandaged. Soon Adek will be banking." The dew broke her husband's embrace. But Tara didn't want to take it off.

"Not bandaged anymore, baby. Let it dry quickly." The man now buried his face in the recess of the Dew's neck. Inhaling the fragrance of her body.

"Honey, the Son is the most beautiful gift as well as the trust and care that Allah SWT gives to his parents. The existence of children is highly anticipated by married couples, as a perfecter of happiness in the family. Not infrequently couples who have not been gifted children, will do various efforts to get children. Because a house without children will feel lonely and colorless." Tara begins to talk about the presence of a child in a family. They were still standing in front of the mirror hugging. Dew just fell silent to hear her husband's talk.

"The child is Allah's most precious SWT which must be cared for, cared for and educated. Children are like white papers that are ready to be written and painted according to the wishes of parents. If the parents can take care of, care for and educate him properly then the child will be a soul sedative and a conditioning that will scent the good name of the parents. So, whatever our baby will be. The key is on us.

"For example, our son is very handsome, more than my brother. But if we are misdirected. And he boomerang for us, society, country and religion for what?

"So we have an abnormal child, that's it, baby. But he has good manners, Sholeh and makes us proud. Does Adek still regret his existence?" The dew was moved, now his dewy eyes were melting already. Tara flipped over his wife's body. Hugged him tightly, rubbing his wife's back gently. Calm the crying Dew.

"Stay if you can, our children will be good looking and good attitude." Tara smiled at his wife's words. Everyone wants it that way too.

"Every child has his own specialness and uniqueness because it is a gift given by Allah SWT. We have no power and cannot order what the child looks like be it his face, his body or the character of the child. It is all the prerogatives of Allah SWT with the nature of his Qudrah and Iradah that will give the child trust to us. We can only ask and pray for the best grace and trust that is presented through our dear children." Summarizing the face of the Dew who looked up to hear his words. His wife was amazed by Tara, what a perfect man.

"Yes, but Adek is not ready to get pregnant. If you can inject Adek KB a month, baby." Showing a face to Tara. Her husband shook his head, with resolute eyes filled with rejection.

"Abang will set it later. We use KB nature, KB calendar also be." Tara smiled broadly. Talking about things like this makes the brain travel.

"There's nothing, brother asks every hour. Where can use KB nature. The nature code that's there later." The dew swung his lips. Tara is gemes.

"Yes ampyun, these lips are challenging. I want you to be." Tara grinned, her hands have crept everywhere.

"DON'T WANT TO....!" yelled Dew.Tara laughed widely, his wife was cute too.

Dew sat his body on the bedside. Tara's hand moved towards Dew's shoulder. The man also sat to the right of the Dew.

"Mah..!" persuade Tara, terseum pervert. Dew shrugged his shoulders. Annoyed by her husband's naughty hands.

"Mah..!"

"Moooh..!" he said laughing, they were just as imagining funny things. When the husband asks for rations, the wife refuses.

TB

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