Love Me Like You Love Her
My Child
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" Uh.. Yang, where are you going !! Here aja Sih!!", said Zia panicked and Rahma stopped her steps.
" Yes to say with Mba Ira do not need to be heated Sate Padangnya. ", Rahma said by wrinkling her eyebrows because of confusion over her husband's ban.
" Here I go, baby. Temenin I first. later also when ready Mba Ira tell you", said Zia with gentleness to cover her panic.
Rahma, because she obeyed her husband's orders, approached her husband on their bed.
" Sister, I want to go to the Mall, ", Rahma said to Zia as she leaned her head against Zia's arm.
" Tomorrow yes I temenin. now it's like this hour Yang. ga ga ga easy ga relax be afraid so hurry I mean let you also relax so not so tired", yang ", clearly Zia hugged his wife who leaned her head right in Zia's arms and Rahma agreed to her husband's words.
" Had ten minutes Mas Anto got no yes it was the order of the First Lady on this one ?", zia said in her heart with anxiety that made her unable to calm down while hugging his wife might already feel hungry.
" Kok Mba Ira really long yes. I briefly look into the kitchen first Sister. ", Rahma grumbled to her husband when since the departure of Mas Anto has been 20 minutes.
" Eh Yang, already here first anyway, I again wanted to hug you, later also surely Mba Ira tell you ketok ketok door of this room ", zia said softly as she tried to cover up her panic and anxiety.
" Had Mas Anto where the hell!!", Zia grumbled in her heart.
" It's just a moment Yang, the time just heat the food so long, don't let Mba Ira forget. ", said Rahma was anxious because she was impatient waiting for the dinner she wanted.
" Yang..!!", call Zia sliced with a pounding heartbeat because she had not had time and was unable to block his wife from opening the door to the room.
" ...!! ", shouted Zia complaining of pain while holding her stomach which she felt sick and unpleasant since last afternoon because she forgot to eat lunch.
" Why Sis?!", asked Rahma frantically immediately turned towards her husband.
" Yang, please get the medicine in my bag, bring here everything Yang" Zia ordered while enduring the pain in her stomach.
" You why Yang ? ", Rahma asked frantically while handing over the bag containing medicine supplies.
" Since the trip home my stomach is a bit sore, it seems I was late to eat, please everyone yes The water I want to take medicine ", zia said with a voice that was weak because it was holding back the pain around her stomach.
" Have you not had lunch?", cried Rahma as she poured mineral water into a glass on a small bedside table.
" No time yet, the inn wants to quickly go home to your hugging home" replied Zia while reaching for a glass containing mineral water that was poured and given by his wife.
" I want to rest first Yang. ", said Zia with a soft voice.
" lady.. Sate Padangnya was ready ", the voice of Mba Ira behind the door of Zia's room with Rahma.
" Yes Mba", Rahma replied with a sense of relief Zia heard his wife's order had arrived and landed on their dining table.
" What does not matter Yang, we eat at the dinner table only" replied Zia rising from her seat slowly from the edge of the bed.
" What are you sure of?", asked Rahma to confirm the condition of her husband.
" Well, I'm just sick because I'm late to eat" Zia replied as she stepped towards the dinner table.
" From tomorrow you can't leave the house without me, I can't even spend a few hours with you, you've forgotten to eat gini, how a day or days without me ! ", Rahma grumbled as she began to sit in the dining table seat.
" Yes my beloved wife" replied Zia with a half-leak smile, in her mind she felt happy that her former best friend who could love her sincerely, the sincerity of Rahma's love she could feel.
" That sincerity could not be seen, but it could be felt ", Zia's words arrived when the pause chewed the food, making Rahma smile.
" You why did Yang Tumben talk like that?", asked Rahma in surprise because she did not understand the meaning of her husband's words to her or not.
" You mean I'm not sincere with you?", Rahma continued in a soft voice.
" In fact I feel the sincerity of your love so deep for me, until now I still do not think you can be my wife too, let alone have my child in your heart", zia said with gratitude.
" We have finished the food first Kak do not just menggegombal ", said Rahma blushed embarrassed.
" Later yes who ate us.", said Zia interrupted with a flirtatious smile and a blink of one eye to his wife.
" Yuk Yang went into Yuk's room!", Zia asked his wife to enter the room when the dinner was over.
" Sister has just eaten our times Sister, down to the stomach just yet this food" said Rahma with a head-scarf because of her husband's suspicious behavior if it had sulked like that.
" Well, what do I want to be friendly together with you just in bed" said Zia by holding his wife's hand to immediately go to the room.
It turns out that Rahma was right, when they were already in the room, and Zia immediately locked the door, then without Zia's aba aba vib ******* his wife's sensual lips while taking his wife to their bed.
" Sister, you rest first, it is not tired, you will have stomach pains again" said Rahma when momentarily releasing their kisses.
" Don't Yang, can't afford to compromise this under ", no ", lirih Zia while directing his wife's hand in a direction that is tense so that his wife can feel that the hardened object can not be held again with the position of the two of them who are already supportive.
" iih you tuh!!", said Rahma while hitting her husband's arm which made her shocked and embarrassed and they both laughed and continued their actions on the bed.
" Sir.awas remember, heart, there is our child in ", said Rahma reminded her husband, because she was worried because her husband had stirred.
Then in the silence of the night, they fill with loving feelings with a sweat of pleasure.
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