LOVE THE RECEPTIONIST

96. Fear of Losing

Monaliza was stunned again, staring at the smile that re-expanded on her husband's face. Where did the stiff face of her husband go that she had seen all this time? he murmured in the heart.

After finishing feeding Monaliza, Dirga gave some vitamins and milk pregnant women to his wife as usual.

Monaliza was not going anywhere, she remained in her seat, accompanying Dirga who was eating her dinner.

"Sir Dirga, sorry for my behavior this morning, has spied on Mr. Dirga as I like," said Monaliza after seeing her husband had finished his dinner.

Dirga smiled again, when he saw the red hue on Monaliza's face that showed his embarrassment for what he had done that morning.

"No problem, I understand the behavior of pregnant women who are sometimes difficult to understand and difficult to control," said Dirga a little literate. A red hue on the face of his wife who returned to look made him feel the pounding in his heart, as if telling him if his wife had started and would open his heart to him.

"Do you know why I don't let you work, and ask you to just stay home?" He stared at the face of his wife who was sitting in front of him.

"I, I don't know" said Monaliza, not daring to guess.

Dirga rose from his seat, he stepped closer to the balcony railing, looking straight ahead, as if he wanted to penetrate the dark night sky without a single star because the cloudiness would soon rain.

"I, lost Megan, my fiancee, for good." Dirga stopped his words for a moment, his breathing suddenly felt tight, his memory of Megan was still very imprinted in the recesses of his heart.

"But at that time, I warned her to stay, and marry me. But he still went to reach his goal of becoming a violinist."

"In the end, tragedy happened. The sky above me seemed to collapse on me, when I saw his body lying stiff in the hospital," Dirga's voice sounded hoarse, hoarse, he had to repeatedly stop his sentence just to regulate his breathing which somehow seemed so claustrophobic.

"I'm afraid of losing for the second time. That's why I'm being possessive of you, I fired you unilaterally, and I locked you up at home, accompanied by aunt Nia and Mr. Rido alone,"

"I'm afraid, afraid of losing you Monaliza, also my son you're carrying," Dirga stopped her hoarse voice that sounded trembling. He held tightly to the balcony railing to stay strong standing on both feet.

Monaliza, who was carried away after hearing the reason expressed by Dirga, inched from her seat to approach her husband. She ventured to hug from behind, the man who had been her husband for several months. Hopefully, her embrace can relieve her husband's trauma that still remains.

The warm embrace he felt, made Dirga's feeling calm again. He gently rubbed a pair of Monaliza's hands coiled around her waist.

Not wanting to lose that rare moment, Dirga heartily turned her body slowly. He also hugged the body of Monaliza who was two-bodied, when it had succeeded in dealing perfectly with the wife.

With tenderness kissed the hair shoots of Monaliza, so long. A fragrant aroma emanated from his wife's hair and body, making him feel at home for a long time with his position.

Dirga slowly looked up Monaliza's face, towards her face with the help of her two fingers. The views of the two clashed with each other for a while, until finally focused on the lips ranum in front of him which was slightly open. As Monaliza's eyelids slowly closed, as if hinting that she could do what her heart was holding.

Dirga lowered his face. Down, down and down, until that distance is no more. Her lips were perfectly attached to the lips of Monaliza under her face.

The second touch of aunty* was cold, the absence of demanding each other until tens of seconds passed.

The gentle movements began to feel stronger, as the sips were intensely launched by Monaliza on her thicker lower bi*ir.

Dirga still let Monaliza act in her way, until finally the tongue is not boned, who had spied himself earlier this morning was sticking wild and penetrated the cavity of his mouth that somehow he opened it, he said, gave his wife access.

A pair of Monaliza's hands quickly moved and coiled around Dirga's neck, and pressed her nape to deepen her pagutan.

The pagutan was so intoxicating, that without realizing it, Dirga carried his wife's body away from the balcony and laid her on their soft sheets without releasing their link.

The hand of aunt Nia who had swung into the air, to knock on her master's door leaf, came to a standstill when she heard the sound of the village*an and era*an very suspicious from inside.

Aunt Nia had intended to take the dirty tableware from inside the room, but after understanding what was going on, the middle-aged woman hurriedly left the sacred place that should not be visited for a while.

He walked with very careful steps, so that the sound of his footwear was not heard by the occupants of the room he left.

Yes, one-hearted hand Dirga who has infiltrated and guerrilla in the pajamas of the wife to trigger the release of strange sounds heard by the aunt.

The hiss sounded stifled, as one of Dirga's hands went up and down alternately on the two thick chewy bumps that contained it. His fingers began to twist to form a vortex and slightly press until issuing an era*sexy*an.

While outside the house, the cloudy thickens. The sound of thunder and thunder occasionally sounded earthy, signifying a moment later, the cloud will concentrate rain water that cools and even able to cool the heat of the earth that was hit by the heat of the sunlight during the day.

The touches of the old man made Monaliza have to renounce her sanity for a while, leave her shame on the walls and ceiling of the room that heard all the screams of pleasure that came out of her lips due to the wild action of Dirga favored by Monaliza.

"Sir Dirga! I love you!" peekik Monaliza was restrained, as both of them spewed love lava that warmed up in the body of both.

They both regulate the breath that is in the middle of wheezing, by lying helplessly with no energy left, everything has been deployed as much as possible, and only tired, sweat alone is still wasted.

"After what we've done, why do you still call me Sir?" dirga protests while hugging Monaliza's body which is still tightly attached to her body.

"I, I don't know what to call you but sir?" monaliza gave an excuse.

"Just call Daddy," said Dirga gave an idea after thinking for a moment.

"Don't that sound weird?" monaliza Sela.

"No, the goal is to get used to our child who is still in your womb calling me his Daddy," said Dirga reasoned. Indeed, for a long time he wanted to replace his wife's call to himself that was too rigid so as to make their relationship both unwittingly become stiff.

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