Love of a Poor Girl
The Part 100
“Oek... oek... oek.
The sound of crying out from the mouth of the little Azizah, Dimas was busy calming his baby already various ways he muster to calm his baby ranging from cradling, swinging, swinging, giving formula milk to pat the baby's buttocks.
“Azizah darling, papa please stop crying it's already night boy!” pinta Dimas's.
“Oek... oek... oek.
Sutomo and Ida ayu came to Dimas and his grandson who was in the room.
“Azizah why cry Dimas?” ask Ida who is none other than Dimas' mother.
“Dimas also did not know mother, suddenly Azizah woke up from her sleep and cried.”
“Sini let mom just carry Azizah!”
Ida carried her granddaughter, she swung Azizah in her arms. It didn't take long for little Azizah to go silent and start drinking formula.
“See your son is Dimas, he is crying because he needs a mother. Why don't you get married again? pity Azizah is still a baby she also needs affection from a woman,” Ida explained.
“Which your mother said was right son, marry as soon as possible!”
“How many times Dimas asserted to father and mother, Dimas will not marry except with...”.
“You mean Azizah? stop chasing Azizah, she is married let alone her husband is not just anyone you can face,” Cut Sutomo.
“Indeed why if Azizah is married, Dimas will wait for Azizah even though she is a widow even until old Dimas will still wait for Azizah,” said Dimas.
“Stop Stamped! you realize not what you're talking about? you've crossed the limit of Dimas!” said Ida.
“Listen to your good words, even if Azizah has become a widow and you decide to marry her, you will not accept her as a daughter-in-law.”
“Why did dad say that?" tanya Dimas was upset.
“Because I'm sure Azizah will forever not be your wife!” Sutomo.
“Oek... oek... oek.
“It's late, it's not good if you guys fight. Let's go to the room! let Azizah sleep with us!” bring Ida.
Dimas looked irritatedly at his father, he then leaned his body on the bed.
At least I can not let go of you Azizah, until this moment I still love you and forever love you.
💕💕💕
The brown-eyed blaster walked into the room, he saw his wife was asleep in very sexy clothes making her blood go up and down. The man did not lie down on the bed, but he cleaned himself and changed his clothes in his pajamas.
Steven slowly approached his wife very gently he kissed the wife's white neck, Azizah who was asleep moved with a little sigh due to treatment from her husband.
“Ah...ehmmm..” the sound was so soft but it made Steven more passionate.
“Honey!” call Steven in Azizah's ear.
Azizah who closed her eyes immediately opened her eyes and looked towards her husband.
“Ka..you've come home Darling?”
Steven stopped the activity and smiled faintly at his wife and then returned to fondle her.
“Ah... dear.... stop!”
“What's up?” ask Steven.
“I love you my husband,” said Azizah while smiling shyly.
“I love you too my wife,” reply Steven.
They also do husband and wife activities, each doing Steven never remove the liquid into the womb Azizah, he did so that for a while his wife was not pregnant he wanted to make a baby while in Paris when they were honeymooning.
Long enough to hook Azizah Steven also ended it was clearly visible sweat that came out of their bodies even though they had blamed AC.
“Thank you my wife muaccchh!” steven then kissed Azizah.
“Together my husband!” reply Azizah.
They decided to rest their bodies. Azizah actually wanted to take a bath but it would all be in vain because Steven would get up and ask for it again.
I love you so much my husband, thank God for sending Steven Walker to be my lover.
🍃🍃🍃
The bright morning and the noisy sound of birds waking Azizah, she opened her eyes to slowly adjust her vision to the rays of the Sun in the morning.
Azizah frowned when she saw that her husband was well dressed.
“Where are you going so early?” ask Azizah curiously.
“I have business in the office baby, quickly get up and accompany me to breakfast!” pinta Stevens.
“Ba..well, I'll get ready soon!” azizah exclaimed and rushed to the bathroom wearing only clothes and underwear.
“Darling did you forget something?” steven asked a little scream.
“No!” yell Azizah who was in the bathroom.
“Are you sure?” ask Steven.
In the bathroom, there is only the sound of the shower.
A few minutes later.
Where's my towel? oh my God, I forgot to bring a towel.
“Honey!” call Azizah behind the bathroom door.
Where's husband? there's no way she'd leave without waiting for me to finish my bath.
“Honey!” call Azizah again.
“Out!!!” steven's screams surprised his wife.
“Do you want to be a widower?” asked Azizah a little threateningly.
Laughing Steven stopped his laughter he pushed the door and into the bathroom, Azizah who was not dressed quickly closed the top and bottom as she could with her hands.
“For my wife to cover? didn't I see your whole body from top to bottom and nothing was missed,” whispered Steven in Azizah's ear.
“Basic pervert, quickly grab a towel now!” azizah's orders.
“Alright, but kiss this first!” pinta Steven while pointing at her lips.
“Muacchhh!” Azizah kissed her husband's lips briefly.
“Thank you!” steven said and went out of the bathroom to get his wife's towel.
Steven went back into the bathroom and put the towel on his wife's body, Azizah could not prevent him from just being silent while looking at what her husband was doing.
“It is finished now just wear clothes,” said Steven and led his wife outside the bathroom and sat Azizah to the lip of the bed.
“You stay here I will choose clothes that are suitable for my beloved wife!” steven's orders.
Steven opened his wife's wardrobe and began to choose which clothes would be suitable for his wife.
“It looks like this one fits,” said Steven dropped a selection of clothes that felt suitable for Azizah.
The crossbreed man began to wear clothes in the body of Azizah, before Azizah had worn the interior first.
Azizah was flattered by what her husband did, though modest but it made her proud of her husband's treatment.
“Now I dry your hair yes my wife!”
Steven turned on the hairdryer and started drying Azizah's hair after it dried he combed his wife's long hair.
“Thank you my husband!” Azizah.
“You're happy my wife?”
“Yes very happy, it turns out this is what it feels like to live after marriage. When you want to sleep the last person you see is your partner and the first person you see is also your partner,” Azizah explained.
“Muaachhhh, thank you for being my wife!” Steven peeping his wife's.
“Kruk... crutches..”.
“Ha...ha... wow it turns out you are so hungry baby!” steven said in his laughter.
Azizah looked down embarrassed her white face now looked very flushed like a boiled crab.
“Stop, I'm so shy!” azizah pinta.
“Alright now I stop laughing, let's have breakfast!” take Steven.
Shameful, geez, this kind of atmosphere reminds me of Bu Darmi.
