Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Episode 294's. It's Over

Mardo returned to Jakarta just as he left. Wearing the same clothes and bag. A notification came into his phone that his car was waiting in front of the airport. The woman scrunched her forehead. He could not remember the car and his possessions in the car. She only remembers her husband Raka, her children and her home.

Fortunately the woman was willing to explain why they brought Mardo, and she and her son apologized for causing the family to panic and confusion. Later after Mardo arrived at the house he will turn on the recording.

While in the large and spacious house, moody and inaudible voices of quarrel, the sound of screams of anxiety and the sound of laughter. Several police officers had just left the place to ask about the development of the disappearance of one of the family members. There's no good news yet. Mardo disappeared like an earth swallow. Not tracked at all.

"Dad, mother where? why haven't you come home?"

Rama the youngest who kept asking Mardo, he got used to being with Mardo. So lost that he had a fever last night and that day he didn't go to school. Raka actually misses Mardo a lot too. But he tried hard and patient. He should encourage his children, he invites to pray and hope for the best. Mother is a good woman, loving, surely her Lord will also protect. A very strong belief in his heart.

Tin! Tin! Tin!

The security guard who was on guard choked, he did not look wrong. He was about to go inside telling but the horn sounded again. Immediately he opened the door and tensed, whether the one who came home was the hostess.

"Mother Mardo! yes Alloh!"

The man rubbed his eyes, afraid he was dreaming. When Mardo got into the garage, the security guard ran into the house and shouted.

"Sir Raka, Mardo's mother is home!"

The man was stuck, and so was the little boy who was with him.

"Really sir?"

While rushing forward. His heart seemed to be dislodged when his eyes saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

"Mother!"

Rama hesteris and ran to meet the woman in the doorway.

"Unfortunately Mother."

The two hugged tightly, Mardo clasped his son tightly, kissing longingly. Raka was stunned she saw the woman was nothing less. He was just like himself when he was lost. The two looked up and Raka hugged the woman she was so worried about.

Not much to say, they went inside. Raka yelled for warm tea. Mba wiwik to tears because touched to see his mistress has returned home.

"Welcome Mrs Mardo, I'm so glad the lady is back. Poor kids cry constantly since the madam's gone."

"Where's the mama going? why didn't you say Rama?"

The little boy was twitching around Mardo's neck. Raka pulled him and brought the little boy into her arms.

"Let your mother rest first, later if you have calmed down Rama and new father nanya mother ok."

The little boy flicked his tiny lips, his forehead wrinkled as well.

"Ok, you drink first."

Rama's voice slowly from Raka's embrace in the chest.

"It's over Pi, deck Rama. Mother has returned to your midst. What about Cindy, Tria, Dode Pi? are they okay?"

"Oh yes Mi, they are fine, do not break up praying for mimi to return. Pipi wants to call Cindy and Tria if their mother has gone home."

"Mother is home Dad? thank God, Lord, you have returned your mother to our family."

Cindy made a prostration of gratitude, her tears sagged and filled her eyelids. He immediately postponed the meeting and hurried home.

In the evening, in the midst of her husband and children Mardo told her the chronology she experienced. Someone who took revenge on him had planned the kidnapping carefully. He was forced and met with a woman.

"O Rabb, thankfully it's over."

Despite the dissatisfaction of not knowing the mastermind of the kidnapping, they are glad that Mardo has been among them again.  After a late night Raka told her children to sleep. He had not slept with his wife for four nights. He is very long and wants to be happy.

"Let's sleep Mi, it's night."

Suddenly Rama hugged Mardo and half sulked if he wanted to sleep with his mother.  Raka could not resist, the three of them finally entered the room. Rama is already in the third grade of elementary school, his body is also big and tall. But felt as the youngest child he was spoiled and always wanted to be obeyed his will.

"You've been a bachelor's son while sleeping with mom anyway?"

The real Raka that night wanted to have sex with his wife reprimanding the child.

"Ah, I'm still sleeping with Mommy too, afraid you're sleeping alone?"

Raka just fell silent and shook her head. Recalling the times when Rama was a child he and Mardo had to wait until the boy fell asleep. Sometimes it does not end up making love because he and Mardo finally both fall asleep and just wake up in the morning.

Beautiful and funny and colorful relationship with Mardo, every child has their own memories for them. Now the real Rama had slept alone in his room above, wanting to reminisce. The child was like a baby hugging Mardo tightly.  Rama relented by sleeping on the bedside waiting for Raka to fall asleep.

Mardo stroked the youngest's hair and hummed. Slowly Rama closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. The man raised his head over Mardo's shoulder. Seeing his grown son closed with his mouth open.

"Then he was, his father was not like that."

Mardo just smiled, the husband and son cheered each other.

"Mi, make another brother yuk for Rama, let's not spoiled like that."

Mardo Kontan pinched Raka's stomach, muttering that she was no longer young. It has been fifty years, also has menupause, it is impossible to have children again. Raka just fell silent. He closed his eyes while playing his favorite thing. The woman turned back slowly to Rama. Both are very missed.

"I was very worried at the time. Can't sleep thinking where are you? whether you eat, you can sleep."

Raka kissed Mardo's neck while telling him how she felt when she wasn't around. The two of them were looking at each other under the dim lights of the room. The handsome man dropped kisses on his forehead, nose, cheeks and finally the corners of his lips to the whole. Mardo also welcomes longing and guirat. She replied to her husband's tongue play until the breath of the two competed with each other.

　

　

　

　

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