I'm Not Taking It Again

Hard-hearted

Nindy's heart began to warm when she heard the heartfelt words from her sister-in-law. She felt she had an older sister whom she had longed for. Sister-in-law, that's how I feel. His brother was able to understand him. Giving attention like a mother to her child.

Nindy herself is not a person who is easily open to others, including her brother. He would rather hold everything by himself than to see others sad by it. Moreover, he clearly saw two men who he loved very much hurt by the same woman. Nindy did not want the two men that she was instead sad because of her feelings . He was getting used to it like this. He was sure everything would be fine.

As of today Kenan brought Nindy to a cool place on the Peak. Kenan wanted his wife to calm down for a moment. Not thinking about her brother's wishes. In fact Kenan himself was very itching to talk, but he could not do. Not without reason, he did not want to make his wife more depressed.

"Honey," call Kenan to Nindy who is enjoying the cool night breeze.

Kenan's hands were coiled around Nindy's waist. Kenan placed his chin on the wife's shoulder.

"After coming home from here, we meet Mamah, yes."

Kenan could no longer stop his words. Kenan was trying to persuade Nindy. His wife was still flinching. She just listened to the words of her husband.

"Your mother misses you very much" said Kenan.

Without Kenan talking, Nindy knows that her mother misses her. Same with Dnegan himself. However, he reluctantly admits that he misses his mother. His ego is still very big

"Honey," call Kenan again.

"Mas, please don't force me" replied Nindy slowly.

The thing he disliked the most was being forced like this. The more he was forced, the harder his heart became.

"Darling, it's not good that you hold that longing alone. Try to express. A mother's heart will hurt more when she sees her child is hardened" said Kenan.

Nindy was silent, her husband's words were true. However, his heart is still stuck and has not been willing to let go of that longing. Actually he was also tired of harboring his longing.

"Until when are you going to hold all this? Don't you feel sorry for your mom?" kenan.

"Until I'm ready and willing to meet Mamah with my own will without coercion" Nindy said. "I could have followed your will, but my heart has not forgiven you. That would make me more sinful" he said.

This time Kenan fell silent, he could not dwell on what Nindy said. Everything Nindy said was nothing wrong.

"Never force me again. I'm tired." Nindy just left Kenan we. He chose to lay his body on a soft and comfortable mattress. Kenan was silent.

He looked towards Nindy who was already in a cowering state. His heart ached when he saw his wife like that.This was all because his wife's heart was very hard. He was also confused as to what to do.

He called Dirga and asked her what she should do.

Let it go first. There may have been an invisible wound that my sister suffered. Never force it. Let him walk to his mother with a forgiving heart.

This is the privilege that Dirga has. He is able to think mature in addressing everything. It's either a job or a personal matter. She is also very happy because she has a sister-in-law who loves her sister, Nindy. Anything Dirga would do to make Nindy happy. He's like a second father to Nindy.

Forgive Ndy, Brother. Ndy's not ready to see Mamah. Nindy's heart still hurts when she sees Mamah's face directly, as all the disgrace of betrayal has been exposed.

Ndy didn't want to make you cry either. Ndy must be a strong woman so as not to trouble Brother and Papah.

An older brother without both parents can be strong and successful. Ndybingi. like Sister. Ndy doesn't bother Brother and Papah. Enough Ndy to feel this sadness. You don't need to know, enough Ndy knows for himself.

Don't ask Ndy's affection for Mamah all the way. It must be huge because Mamah is a woman who has been pregnant with Ndy for nine months and has been willing to fight between life and death. It's just ... Ndy wasn't ready to see Mamah's face. Ndy, fear ...

Nindy could only speak inwardly. There was too much that he kept alone. His heart wants to express everything. However, Nindy still clung to her stance.

Where to approach his wife. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands touching Nindy's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, honey."

Nindy dropped tears at the husband's heartfelt words. However, he old turned his body. He remained in his original position. The swab of lbut on his head made Nindy's heart warm up.

Kenan put a warm kiss on the wife's head. "Mas knows, you're not sleeping" said Kenan. He turned Nindy's body slowly. There were tears at the end of her eyes.

Kenan clasped Nindy's hand very tightly. Then, he kissed with affection.

"Mas, won't force you anymore" he said.

Slowly Nindy's eyes opened and she saw her husband's face full of slurping.

"Give me time, Mommy." Nindy paused her words. "If, I'm ready, I promise I will directly talk to Mas or Kak Dirga," he said.

Kenan nodded slowly and did not waste the opportunity to work on land that had not been seen for a long time. It must have been very dry.

Kenan's constantly exploring hands made Nindy completely helpless. It's been a week she hasn't been touched by Kenan. However, one touch alone was able to make his passion rise unstoppable.

"Mas longs, dear," whispered Kenan in a very erotic voice.

"M-mas ... don't torture me. I'm not strong ...."

Kenan also smiled happy because his wife really enjoyed the touch of his naughty hands. Instead of quickly getting into the wet fields, Kenan even likes to play in the minimalist sleep police owned by his wife. His non-recurring tongue playing there made Nindy scream again and again.

"M-mas .. I ...."

"Take everything out, honey. I know you've wanted this for a long time." The boneless tongue continues down the field that is not wet anymore, but has flooded. His mouth was already flooded with intoxicating liquid.

"You, nasty!" exclamation Nindy.

Nindy's hand had taken off everything on her husband's body. He also crawled up. His hand that has been moving makes Kenan hold back his pleasure. The other hand gently rubbed the spoiled sister of the husband until tense veins felt in his hands.

This time, it was Nindy who tortured her husband. Kenan continues to fumble because of a different sensation that Nindy creates.

"Darling, I can't stand it." Kenan is talking like that. Instead of going out in vain, he finally decided to tear down the body of Nindy who was engrossed in licking a jumbo lollipop.

Now, Kenan's body can not stand and without warning he immediately hit the dry land that has begun to wet. What a delight that came out of the mouths of the two of them. For a moment they forgot about the problem that was happening to them. The small, earthy screams did not make them precede each other. Rhythmically and equally enjoy making their defense very strong. The various positions they do not make Kenan and Nindy long.

"Mas misses this so much, dear," whispered Kenan.

"Me too, Mom. I want to do this until morning," replied Nindy.

Only in this way could he forget for a moment about the will of his brother. They were already yelling favors simultaneously because they had reached a very tiring peak. But they don't want to stop doing it. As if in revenge.

Soft to rough game Kenan do. However, Nindy did not feel disturbed she actually enjoyed it very much. At four o'clock in the morning they finished their game. Countless number of seeds that Keban planted in the wet field of his wife. Moreover, he saw red patches that were on almost the entire body of his wife.

"Thank you, baby. We're really wild tonight." A warm kiss Kenan gave on the forehead of the wife who had slept so peacefully.

In other places, the wife had wanted to break her long fast, but the husband refused on the grounds that it was still unbearable. Two months have passed.

"Flum, Mamih wants," has Niar.

There was another thing that Niar was afraid of was her husband outside. Two months of resisting any desire possible for a husband.

"Wait three months, Mih," said Dirga.

Tired of hearing the husband's words, Niar finally forced Dirga. She was the one who gave stimulation to her husband so that his husband gave up.

"Nurus ...."

"Come, Pih. Mamih could not stand it, " whispered Niar in Dirga's ear.

Without waiting long Dirga began to give an intoxicating touch to make it easier to work on wetlands. However, Dirga found it hard to break through it like a virgin, narrow. A little blow Dirga did so he could get into the wet hole. Warm and delicious, as well as Niar feel. She was even more aggressive because really Niar was a woman who was happy with something like this.

They continue to work with various positions, especially Dirga who replaced Arshen mimi with pleasure. Mount stamp mistress Dirga Anggara was increasingly size makes Dirga can not let it just like that.

An hour had passed, the two of them were still diving into worldly pleasures. The two of them were not monotonous husband and wife types. They will practice a wide variety of styles and satisfy each other.

Two hours passed and they reached the top together. Very long duration. They both hugged each other. Arshen, who usually wakes up in the middle of the night, seems to understand his parents. He gave his time to Mamih and his papih.

"Thank you, Honey. Very delicious," said Dirga.

Niar smiled and kissed her husband's lips gently. "Never snack outside. Whenever and wherever, Mamih will satisfy Papih," he said.

Dirga smiled and hugged his wife's body tightly. Things that he had not felt for a long time, now he could feel again. Not Dirga if it is only once enough. After an hour he was like Arshen looking for a source of breast milk. Niar just let it go and really make Dirga more. Even the closed niar does not feel good.

"Yes, dear." Niar nodded.

Activities that really don't make them tired. Even though their sweat has poured they remain excited. Race in unrivalled enjoyment like a newlywed. Small screams, scrumptious ringing together. His son also seemed to give time to his parents to let go of each other. Tilling dry land becomes wet again and start planting high-quality seeds in already very wet land.

Their activities are very long. Do not ask how Niar is. The red marks were everywhere. Dirga didn't miss every inch of his wife's body of stuff. So also Dnegan Dirga's body full of scratches of the wife. There were also some red marks on his neck given by Niar.

Just after they finished racing to reach the Finish line, Arshen was already crying like he wanted to take turns with his mother. It was he who took Arshen and brought him to Niar. He knew his wife was exhausted.

"You Mimi used to be Papih, yes," whispered Dirga. Niar stared intently at the husband and was laughed at by Dirga. Then, he gently kissed the wife's forehead.

"I'm sorry, it's made Mamih tired." Niar looked at the husband. He smiled slightly with a faint tiredness that was plastered for real.

Dirga rubs soft hair snag wife. He did not fall asleep and shot his wife who looked very sleepy. Niar gives Asi to Arshen with his eyes closed. Dirga smiled and kissed the baby and his wife who had closed their eyes.

"You are the most precious treasure Papih has."

Dirga was still watching Arshen. After her mouth removed the natural pacifier on her body, Dirga took over Arshen and placed it between the two of them. He also corrected the position of Niar who had fallen asleep while sitting down.

"The seed will make you both happy. No matter your head is your feet or your sister is your most important head is happy."

The Niar and Dirga households are examples of households that are shrouded in happiness. It was not that they had never fought, it was just that the two of them were able to package the quarrel beautifully. If they are fighting, keep quiet what they will do. They do not want their quarrel to be known by many people. Simply their household problems are only those who know and only they can solve them.

In the morning, Niar's body felt very sick. His body was not boned, to stand even he was very limp.

"How is this?" lamented Niar.

When Dirga opened his eyes, he saw his wife still struggling under the covers. And so does his son.

"Mamih, is Mamih okay?" ask Dirga who is now beside his wife.

"Mamih's body is very limp, Pih."