Hold on or let go!

The Eps 230

My phone's alarm rang, indicating it was three in the morning. My hands were sore and almost motionless. Apparently.there is a comfortable cushioned my hand.

In the prone position, he backed up my right hand. His left hand was holding my finger. While the other hand casually without burden perched on the top of my Mount Everest 🙄

If in the dramas or novels I read, usually the wife who donated her husband's hand. It's even upside down. Mending if his body is small, is Febri????

If he's not awake, I might be able to take my hand again.

I looked at her face with firm eyes. Lips are pretty thick, kissable is the point. The eyebrows are neat and jet black. His nose is not too sharp but also not pugnacious. But anyone will admit that Febri is a handsome and dashing man in a sense.

I put away her comfortable hand on the top of Everest, but instead of stepping away, she clasped it tightly.

"Mas!", I cried.

"Heum!", only murmurs came out of her sexy aunt.

"Wake ih. It's my hands gone! The same, the condition of his hands!", I said as I continued to try to get rid of my twin assets.

He started to open his eyes, then raised his head until finally my almost numb right hand could change position.

He supported his head with one of his hands and kept looking at me.

"Why?", asked me, turning my head back.

"You again dong!", he said with a mischievous smile.

"Essum!", I pushed her face until she fell on her back because her hands were unable to hold her head.

But it didn't last long, knowing it was already above me. Ooopss....

"Mas! Beware iih...heavy! I want this dawn!"

"What's? Weight? The hell time?", the ledek.

"Sihhh???", repeated me while glaring.

"Don't glare so dear dong.!", he said in a voice made-up soft-ass. Amused! Not her very! But enough to make me mleyot!

"So, there's a blooming nose called dear!", Febri said. It just makes me want to push it even more.

"Saying watch out, heavy! Take a shower at dawn!"

"Over what?"

"The tree is heavy!"

"Relatedly? Last night someone said, aaah.mas..again mas....!", ledek Febri. I shut her mouth with my hand.

"No! There is no rich! How could I be so rich!", I said sniffly without opening my hand from his mouth. But Febri's base, my palm was licked by him.

"Die.jorok mas!", I wiped it onto my negligee.

"Stir!", whining again.

"What?"

"You again, just once!"

"Next time I can. Not tired all night? The ointment from my real mother is wearing! Ah, look out I'm going to take a shower!"

I can only take a long breath.

"Can you pray sunnat mas!"

"Once in a while tahajud prayer holiday does nothing nduk. I also want another sunnat!"

"Astaghfirullah!!!", I can't speak anymore.

This is how it is to fast for two years. How about singles, right???

Febri did not know aja ieu biwir tos jeding, upstream tos stiff, waist asa dislodged, let alone his Bermuda triangle already nyeuri kumaha euyyyy....Sakabehanana remek!

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Unlike the newlyweds, by dawn Alby was already preparing to leave for the station. Later after the new station he continued with a plane to the airport.

Her chat with a man at the mosque last night, slowly opens her heart to live her life to come. There was Nabil who he had to watch.

Slowly, Alby carried Nabil. Not forgetting he dragged his suitcase.

It turned out, Mak Titin, Teh Mila and Mang Sapto were already waiting for her at the door.

"Here, my mother brought her suitcase!", Mang Sapto took the suitcase beside Alby.

"Thank you mang!" said Alby. Then after that, he contacted the inn that now belongs to Bia. But because of Bia's kindness, Alby and his family are allowed to use all the facilities for free.

The four adults and one baby entered a car that would take them to the station. Within an hour, the car arrived at the station.

Arriving there, it turns out 'friends' were both waiting for departure to Surabaya.

"By!!", call Sakti.

"Hey, can you be together?", said Alby. The others were just greeting. Especially with Mak Titin. If yesterday full personnel, this time minus Dimas who has returned to Tuban where he served.

"Lo's already saying goodbye to Bia?", asked Sakti.

"Simplays it's noon. Now, I'm afraid to bother him!"

Sakti nods.

Alby understands the daily life of his ex-wife who must have woken up before dawn. But. Goods times, she's being 'busy' with her current husband.

Soon, the train we were waiting for arrived. We rode in the same carriage only the car was quite far apart.

Alby sat with Nabil, who was still asleep. The man had been dipping Nabil's crown for so long.

"Sorry papa! From now on, papa will only focus on Nabil and papa's work which will only be your right!", whispered Alby to Nabil. The man looked at the window that presented a view of rice fields along the road leading to Surabaya.

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