FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Yes, this is how it used to be

A sense of peace and comfort will be felt, when a husband and wife expressed grief in his heart. And both look for solutions to problems that come.

Last night for Tara and Dew just telling stories while fitting. They don't do pen"etration. They only touch each other and rub gently, channeling a deep love and penu sincerity.

Tara understood his wife's concerns. So, for a while the man will follow Dew's wishes. Delay the baby until he feels ready, with a note, should not use contraceptives. But, they would only use the natural calendar method or outside firing. Like a pregnant Dew, the Dew must be able to accept that reality. Yes, that is the conclusion obtained after discussing until the early hours.

After the dawn prayer. Tara chose to sleep again. The man was very sleepy, because they were late at night just sleeping. While Dewun, with a slow movement trying to get rid of the hand Tara who hugged him tightly. She wanted to prepare breakfast for her husband. Tara's really sleepy. Not realizing it again, that his wife had moved out of their bed.

"Darling, why did you come to the kitchen so early in the morning." Mama Mira, her father-in-law Dewun. Warmly welcome his arrival.

Cipika-cipiki and directly embrace it. Lead the woman, to sit on the dining table chair. Mama Mira was very happy, finally the child and her parumaen got along.

"Yes bou, I want to make breakfast for Brother." Dew replied smiling widely. Tara who understood him so much, made her confidence multiply many times.

"Don't bother baby. There's in again. You guys are in the room. Consider you guys on your honeymoon." Mama Mira who already knew the intention of the arrival of Dewun, drove her daughter-in-law from the kitchen. Dew was astonished by her mother-in-law.

"There's a maid who'll get everything ready. Let's go to the room." The Dew did not obey Mama Mira's orders. She only wanted to make breakfast for Tara because she had only cooked for her husband once.

"Bou, Dew wants to try to be a good wife. Serving the husband." The dust even walked into the dirty kitchen. Start preparing the ingredients he wants to cook. Of course the aides mama Mira so feel disinclined.

"I'm sorry if my presence is disturbing. I just want to cook fried rice." Dew said with a big smile. He knew his arrival to that place, making the others so distraught. Because, the new Dew this time is in that house.

"Yes Miss, we'll help Miss." Two ArTs started helping Dew, one took over the knife from his hand Dewun.

"No, I just want to prepare everything myself. Aunty, aunt, just do your job. I borrowed one stove." Dew grimaces. The others feel sad.

While Mama Mira is now busy photographing Dewun who is cooking.

"Darling, put on an apron first." Mama Mira wears an apron for Dew.

"Let's take a picture." Dew was surprised by her mother-in-law's request

Finally according to. I don't know how many times Rose has, Dew doesn't know anymore.

"Oh baby, Mama's staying?" Her mother-in-law also left the kitchen. Bringing breakfast to her husband in the room. He didn't linger in the kitchen. He wanted to give Dew comfort when expressing his gastronomy.

"The lady is very kind to her daughter-in-law. Cook her daughter-in-law told to lock up in the kitchen. And forbidden to cook. Lah we used to, at five in the morning has not left the room. The door to the room has been knocked down by the mother-in-law." Complain one of the ART with his friend.

Haha...

"That's a pain loe, got a chatty son-in-law fierce." Answer the other ArT.

"Non, it's lucky to be the daughter-in-law in this house." Say an ArT, who likes to poke and meddle. Dew just smiled in response to Art's remark.

"You don't know what? This Non Dew is the parumaennya Madam. So, like Non Dew is not married to Mr. Tara. Yes Non Dew is still said to be lucky. Because it has a bou, as good as Madame Mira.

"Oohh Yes, Mr. Tara married his parish, right?"

"Yes, you're missing information."

Dew just smiled in response to the chatter of his ArT Mama Mira.

After cooking the fried rice, Dew arrange it on a plate. Of course the fried rice is formed love.

Dew pump on the ART, by carrying a tray containing two dishes of fried rice, one glass of warm milk and hot orange juice.

With a burning feeling, Dew opened the door of the room. She hopes Tara likes her surprise.

"Yes Ampyun sleeps really well?" Dew said smiling happily. Smells all over Tara's handsome face. However, her behavior still did not make her husband awake. Only Tara's closed eyeballs seemed to move.

"You're a very handsome koq Pariban." Dew back touching Tara's handsome face. Tracing its surface with its soft fingers. This morning Tara's good looks in her eyes Dew multiplied a thousandfold. Of course the woman judged her husband that way. Because, her husband turned out to be a man who was so understanding and unselfish. What matters is that everything has to be discussed.

Happp...

Tara immediately bit the index finger of the Dew that was busy rubbing soft, chewy lips of the man. Dew jumped in shock, reflexively pulling his finger. But, Tara's mouth was held.

"Dare to flirt now!" Now Tara has opened both eyes of sleepiness. Holding the hand of the Dew whose index finger was still trapped in his mouth. Then the man clasped his hand Dew, after the index finger Dew came out of his mouth. Tara also kissed the fingers of his wife's fingers with gales and full of love. Of course Tara's treatment, made Dew blush in shame.

"Adek made breakfast. Wake up baby!" Tara sat her body and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Pulling the Dew of his hug, giving a warm kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"What's wrong with brother?" Still gently rubbing the top of the head of the Dew which is now the hijab has been released. While the Dew toying with feathers teased Tara who adorned the chest of the man's field.

"Price fried love cooking." The answer smiled widely. Funny with the name he gave.

"Waahh. from the name alone has made a taste. Pantesan, this room smells like fried rice." Yes dong, especially those who cook are also full of love.

Dew rising from bed. Tara goes into the bathroom as well. When Tara came out of the bathroom. His wife had moved to the balcony. Tara followed him.

"Waahh. It turns out the shape also love." The display of fried rice Dewun is really appetizing. There is a decoration of carrots and tomatoes that further beautify the look of fried rice.

"Yes, try it. The dew feeds Tara. Instantly Tara's facial expression turned tense. Both eyeballs are bulging. When one mouthful of fried rice escaped to Tara's mouth. Dew was astonished, with the expression on her husband's face. The fried rice is not good.

"Nice?" asked Dew doubtfully, Tara turned to Dewun. Still with a tense face.

"Enak, yummy, delicious..!" Tara instantly changed her facial expression with a sumringah. His mouth is chewing.

"If it's good, why did her facial expression suck?" ask Dew pout. Don't feel funny about Tara's guy.

"InfFECT? cooking anyway? that was Brother in shock. Koq has this delicious fried rice. It's savory, the spicy is fitting. Brother likes, then every day his breakfast brother uses fried rice made adek deh." Receiving a second bribe from Dewun.

"Eeeumm. Pity his grandfather. Yeah, well, no need to cook for brother. Later tired, continue to ask for it, adeknya do not want love, because soy sauce." Tara cengengesan. Dew brushed off Tara's hand pointing at the woman's core.

"Basic flirtatious." Dew Cybic.

"Sama koq's own wife. No problem, though." Now Tara's feeding the Dew. Eating food while exchanging stories and feeding each other, what an atmosphere that reconciles the heart.

Sometimes changing the atmosphere at breakfast will make breakfast a different moment. While eating and enjoying the morning peace, the cool air, and the warm sunshine.

"After this, we make children." Tara said quickly.

"What?" Dew was surprised, he was lazy to shampoo again.

"Hoooh..!" Tara laughs.

"No...no!"

"Yes yes..!" tara laughed a lot. The dew finally laughed. Not funny according to him.

TBC.

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