Longsuffering

Mine

Your beauty's creeping into the jellyfish

Dancing on a thirsty soul

Tread to the heart that nailed

You're beautiful, just for me

- Vishnu

Bandung, Wita-Vishnu

The most secure threat of Vishnu that makes the face of Wita blush red tomatoes in fact does not apply to this day. The day Wita was in Bandung after he was declared recovered.

Vishnu's desire to immediately bring Wita to the house that he has prepared for the tether of the heart must be nullified. Although the love he has is enormous and worthless in numbers, but his respect and reverence for the mother of his beloved wife is enormous.

"Mother's marriage is too sudden for the mother.. The Wita is now entirely yours. You are entitled to Wita. Mother is no longer.. But, can't you ask for time to release Wita?"

The request of Vishnu's mother-in-law touched the corner of his deepest heart. He imagined his mother who was now gone, when the mother asked endless to leave her to a place that her mother could not reach. Vishnu, can no longer hurt a woman named mother in his life.

"Will not stay with us? I have to retire from the trade. Salim is also big. Salim can be alone in Bandung, or if you want.. Salim just moved to Jakarta?!" Vishnu tries to persuade mother to join him.

Mother who now poured various kinds of lunch dishes into the plate Vishnu smiled with a happy twinkle. He. had asked God to reduce the destiny of reciprocal love for his favorite daughter. Fulfill the child's days with happy words. He never thought God would be kind to him. Vishnu is like a gift sent by the Khaliq for the life of his beloved daughter. Not only that, the love of the daughter-in-law who perched on the taste of her beloved daughter is now penetrating the pulse of her life that has begun to flinch.

"The salim will soon be the thesis. He wants to sort it out. Pity to move. If the son of Vishnu does not allow mother is okay. Later next week Wita must visit mom to Bandung ya!" said mother.

"Hahaha. I don't have to worry, Vishnu allow me to. Let Wita with her mother first in Bandung, while preparing for the reception next month, pity that Wita had to go back and forth Jakarta. Maybe Queen Elizabeth will be angry". Vishnu said as he glanced at Teh Rumi who was busy looking for WO for the party of Wita and Vishnu next month which will actually be his brother's party.

The agility and fussiness of Rumi Tea is no match for Vishnu. But it wasn't about it that he let his brother enjoy his euphoria today. For Vishnu, Rumi tea is a woman who becomes a substitute mother. The chatty woman is a woman who is always in the vanguard in fighting all the wars experienced by Vishnu.

"So Wita from RS directly to Bandung, is it?" tanya Rumi tea reassuring.

"Yes, that's it, the doctor said Wita was healthy. His recovery won't be long".

"Eeuuh... hanas Teteh cook a lot".

"Biar oruh Mah. can be provided for later eating pas nyampe Bandung. We are also all the convoy back to Bandung, Wis?! Exciting as it is", said Kang Indra interrupted his last feed.

Their beautiful dialogue had delivered Wita and Vishnu in the tiny room of Wita today. A night with a new feel in love and longing.

"His sleep here is okay? Wita's room is small!" tanya Wita hesitated.

"It's okay Wit, you need a room as big as we both sleep.." Vishnu's answer stopped when his eyes were fixed on the figure of Adhis who was asleep in the bed.."three..".

Wita held back her smile, discovering how cute the man who used to be so presumptuous asked for her heart.

"Aphis also sleeps here, I promised her." said Wita.

"Ko... same father does not give a promise anything..?" vishnu Goda.

Vishnu slowly looked at his wife who seemed to start stiffening. The clattering of steps that carried that chunk of love and longing continued to sweep away the silence of the night. Do you not know the woman in front of Vishnu? if Vishnu's heart rhythm is irregular every time Vishnu is close to him.

Until Vishnu's steps stopped and his hands began to touch the wife's sweet lips. Geez, even though it is still complete with a home veil that never leaves her head, Wita looks so tempting.

Swiped her lips as thin as silk pink with fingers. Vishnu tilted his head to touch the lips that became a magnet for him that night.

The kiss became the first to spread hot blood on his body. Vishnu is no longer able to establish his awareness of love so hunt and knit desire without edge.

Wita was just stunned to find the lips of the saumi touch hers. Surprised by the treatment of the man he loved, he looked longing for himself and gently touched his heart.

For a moment Wita closed his eyes, silent fixated, unable to welcome anything from the guest of his heart because he actually never got this from anyone. He is only able to sculpt and tighten both hands on the tip of the pajamas that he uses to channel all the tension. Then. the voice of the Adhis is heard breaking the scene that is completely unfinished Wisnunya did for him..

"Mother... Adhis is peeing.."

"Here dear...deliver to ******".

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"I am sick again Wit!", Vishnu curled with a bare chest wrapped in a towel of ashes that he wrapped around his waist. A fresh aroma poured out in the tiny room space of the Wita this morning. How not, he must sulk because last night he had to let his heart find his wife asleep with a fairy tale book that is still in his grasp and the body of Adhis in his arms. What a beautiful look!

"Daddy. This is Wita again perhatiin!", the voice of Wita so soft accompanied by a subtle touch of her pretty fingers apply the medicine on the sewing wound on Vishnu's arm.

From this closest distance, with the position of Wita standing and Vishnu sitting while wrapping one hand on the waist of Wita, this scene is the most expensive scene for Vishnu.

"Therefore do not need to work!", said Wita next while buttoning all the buttons of the Vishnu shirt. Vishnu looked at him deeply and deeply. What a love it is this morning so. beautiful!

"Today's an important meeting, meeting clients I got again in Bandung as well. So if Andra said last night, golden opportunity said. Whom!!" vishnu's lament.

"Yes already.Every sweat that comes out of the mas to make a living Wita and Adhis is equivalent to fighting on the battlefield. So the path is filled with sins and the opening of the door of heaven" said Wita while patting the navy-colored suit that Vishnu wore today.

"Aduuuh... whose wife is this???. darling has not been why", Vishnu's god.

"What the hell mas!", replied Wita timidly.

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Vishnu is now driving his car with a happy twinkle mebawa. He put on his own smile while singing a song of happiness. Of course, because today, for the first time, his hand was kissed full of impiety by the woman he wanted.

For a moment he thought.. "Oh my god.aah.where to hurry again!!!", said Vishnu when he realized his phone was left in his room, owned by Wita and himself.

Vishnu turned his car towards Wita's house. He hastily opened the room door shortly after arriving at Wita's house.

But now his heart can no longer be set to be able to breathe regularly. He was stunned staring at the figure of the woman wrapped in a white towel looking at him in surprise. Women with long decomposed wet hair touch arms as white as milk. Curvature of his body membola rhythms of longing desire. Her lips ranum as red as pomegranate.

The woman who since she halted yesterday never took off her hijab, now seems to interpret herself if the woman is the validity of God that He gave to Vishnu.

Slowly Vishnu closed the door and locked it. Stepping firmly carries the details of desire in the chest. He brushed the woman's hair to the edge of the ear, tracing the end of the neckline and blushing. Touching the waist of a woman who has since looked tense. He touched the sweet lips with his fingers, and landed a kiss of infinite love.

He was long silent in the lips of the woman. Until it is more demanding and gentle. The sound of the sound of****** and a small reply from the wife with her eyes closed and tightly clasped hands on the suit covering her body.

Till..

DDRPRC..DDRR..

"Ah Andra shit!", her phone vibrated on the edge of her desk.

Vishnu grabbed his cell phone and led his beautiful woman to sit on the edge of the bed. He crouched down and raised his head towards his wife by gently rubbing the beautiful finger link.

"You... There's no show today?"

"We want to find a dress . said Mamah Adhis".

"Hmmmz.. don't be too tired" said Vishnu with a kiss on the back of the hand that brought Witanya floated bawang-awang.

"Wear the clothes!, don't forget the hood... Just make sure I'm the only one who can enjoy your beautiful hair". Vishnu kissed Wita's forehead and decided to step out.

At the door he stopped and turned his body.

"Wita... tonight.., it's my turn to watch out... hhhmmmzz?!"

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some may ask why this part is a little different. Othor just wanted to say that this novel is nuanced romantic realism. In the next part the author will tell about marriage and everything that seasoned it, he said, with the hope of being a pre-marital education for those of you who are still on zomblooo🤣🤣🤣✌ and motivation for those of you who are already ex-Zomblo aka already have a halal🤭 partner

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