
Finally all know with anger Alwi. what else seems very clear change his attitude.alim know the concern of alwi when hearing the promise of the sister to his wife, but he knows their mental state.
mar ah who tends to be unstable in thinking is always easily influenced by the speech of others.easy sad can be said to be very crybaby in. addressing all problems . always cry if something makes you sad .
being very independent nafik with all the kedaan.even delay independent.from childhood stay away from parents. follow some relatives and live in the cottage all the sadness fear of worry has become a daily mikan.
what else now alwi that seems very possessive of the wife nafik can always serve with a relaxed feeling and with pleasure.
"al.... Are you guys fighting?" ask alim who is sitting in the alwi.
"oh. no brother" alwi tried to cover up.
"don't lie to al... Some days I see you always silent and indifferent to the nafik" alim who knows alwi tau gelagat his brother-in-law.
"now it's not sis.." honestly alwi.
"really?" alim confirmed the suspicion.
" yes.." alwi asserted.
"she is pregnant al sometimes her emotions are labile you have to be patient" said alim sage.
"it's not her who is labile. .. but me" thought alwi with a faint smile.
"do you know what.... We have no problem?" ask alwi.
"you can now hide but your guts cannot be covered" Juju alim knew as if she could read minds.
"already klir kak.." honest alwi with still want to cover.
"or is it because of the lustful words that my wife promised about your baby?" guess alim alwi jerks.
"is that really gus has?" mar ah who just came along.
there was a tinge of worry on his face.what he did had already hurt alwi. mar ah so feel guilty.
"don't talk about it anymore!" please alwi.
"but we have to explain so that there is no problem" said alim sage he finally knew.
"afwan. ya gus.." mar ah melas.
"it's okay for me to be too sensitive to react" replied alwi trying to calm down.
"i just want to be allowed to love him not to take your children" explained mar ah
"tu. hear al" pinta alim.
"manaf has said that" agreed alwi on the alim explanation
"sorry al.. Your mother's condition is so" alim took a breath. seeking relief in her.
"afwan ya mas.. troublesome you" mar ah crying. always so happy sad there are always tears.
there was a tinge of sadness on Mar's face all about his flaws.alim saw it attractively sat the wife by his side.
How alim went through everything so far. just think of it alwi could not. now he is very grateful there is a figure of an angel who is always a winner in his emotions. always mature in addressing his indulgence. alwi is very lucky.
"hey why are there crying?" the new arrival felt astonished.
"ah no" Mar ah remove the tears in the help of the husband.
"say, if you're naughty, let me be a jewel!" threatening nafik staring with a smiks look at his beloved sister.
" no deck... mbak mu.." alim tried to explain but cut off his wife's speech.
"don't. .. later mas in pain" said mar spoiled
"uh.. panjanya" naafik ledek.
"kalo nymphs want to be spoiled here!" bargaining alwi flirting with the wife alim just a smile to see the behavior of alwi.
"no.. the same habib will not be spoiled. .." nafik protest.
"come..here!" alwi's orders slurping the nafik's arm.
"habib.." nafik protests annoyed.
alwi pulled the horn to her head.it was quickly held warm in her breaststroke.and the nafik slightly thrashed because of the coercion of her husband.ida and kholil who had just come out of the room was gawking at the scene.
"habib was seen by people" nafik thrashed
"why?" ask alwi.
"shame. . bib" nafik closed his face.
"ngepain bashful.. if they pigin lacquers themselves same couple each. .. lowong they have their own "reason alwi does not care.
"strange base" whispered nafik
"do not whisper zaujah.. later habib can cool" nafik mendelik staring at her husband.it feels like nabok same sandal to be silent.
"oh. .. mesraanya passed the newly married" ledek alim ida and kholil looked at each other geje.
they chatted warmly until night. finally alwi took off the embrace when the nafik always thrashed. the movement and friction was thrashing his faith and alwi impatiently pounced on his angel.
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