Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

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It turns out that when coming down from the tree, the sarong Rangga caught a branch. With great difficulty he tried to remove the scabbard that was stuck. But unfortunately, the ant colony attacked his hand. Until he fell too.

"Oh Allah, Mas Rangga." Khanza and Inah screech. Their gasps approached Rangga who was complaining while rubbing his back that felt pleasant pain.

"Duh Dek, for your sake .. I willingly fell from the mango tree. In fact, I had to give up my beloved scabbard to tear ...," he murmured inwardly.

"Mas, surely your back hurts so much huh? Sorry about me, Mom. Because of me, you've fallen and been in pain like this, Mom." Khanza sobbed with the look of his face that now turned sad. She was very worried about her husband. He was also very sorry, Rangga fell from the tree because he obeyed his request. Luckily, the tree climbed by Rangga is not too high. In fact, the mango desired by Khanza can be picked without having to climb.

Rangga could not bear to see Khanza's face framed by tears. He also could not bear to see the wife who loved so much was dissolved in regret.

"Dear, don't cry anymore! It's okay kog. After all, mas fell because of his own carelessness. Not at all because of you Yang," said Rangga with a smile. He grabbed the body of the wife and took her into a trap.

"But Mas - -"

"Ssttt, no word buts. Most importantly, the wishes of the darling can be realized and our baby candidate will not drool," he said interrupting while rubbing Khanza's back to transfer positive energy so that his girlfriend was calm.

After Khanza's cries subsided, Rangga broke into a hug. Then he traces of tears that frame the beautiful face of the angel of the heart.

"It was crying! We go into yuk Yang!" rangga said while inviting Khanza to enter the house.

Khanza nodded slowly, as a sign that she had agreed to her husband's invitation.

Slowly both of them move then bring their bodies into the house followed by Inah.

"Mas, I treated your wounds first" Khanza said after he and Rangga landed their weights on the sofa.

"It looks like nobody got hurt, Yang. Just had a good time of pain. Anyway, the tree's not tall."

"Try dech open your shirt, Mas! Hopefully, there really are no injuries," he said again, chiming in on the words of the husband.

Rangga complied with his wife's request. He opened a white T-shirt that covered his torn bread.

Inah swallowed the saliva when she saw his master's torn bread attract attention. Even though he was fifty years old, but every time he saw the six pack stomach .. he could not keep his eyes.

Khanza was aware of Inah's unusual netra view. Instantly, he raised a sharp gaze towards the middle-aged woman and said with a tone of sarcasm. "Ehemm, keep your eyes on Bi! Better to peel the mango for me than Netra Auntie sinned."

He grinned the horse and scratched his head which was not at all itchy when he heard the command sentence thrown by his master.

"Eh, I-iya Ma'am Khanza. Forgive my error. These eyes of mine can't be controlled when I see Young Master's torn bread. I mean, Mas Rangga. Please understand me, Ma'am. Although I am fifty years old, I have not been given a mate. So, I've never seen a man's stomach that looks like torn bread, like Mas Rangga's six-pack stomach," said Inah bluntly.

Khanza was breathing a little rough. Without replying to Inah's words, the young pregnant woman again covered Rangga's body with a T-shirt that had just been removed. Then she took her husband into the room.

"Yuk Mas, let's go to the room! I don't want your torn bread to be enjoyed by other women" Khanza said.

Rangga chuckled softly. He was very amused by the attitude of his wife who was getting more and more possessive. "Alright Which. Let's go to the room!"

The two of them got off the couch and then left, leaving Inah, who was plagued with guilt and fear. Inah was afraid that Khanza would fire him.

"Mas, reopen your shirt!" tell Khanza when they're in the room.

"Hmmm, okay. It seems that honey can not wait to see the belly of the mas that looks like torn bread?" goda Rangga, twisting the netra.

"Isshhhh, what the hell Mas. Want to treat the wound, or not nick?"

"Treated donk."

After Rangga opened the shirt, Khanza observed her husband's back.

"Where's Yang? There's no wound?"

Khanza's lips curled. He breathed a sigh of relief because he did not find any cuts or bruises on Rangga's back.

"Alhamdulillah, there is no Mas."

"But, it's treated!"

"Cured?"

"Heem, treated with ... itutu," said Rangga while raising his eyebrows.

BLUSSS

The red hue was clearly printed on Khanza's face when he heard Rangga's words. As big as the sweet scene they did last night, back dancing in the eye.

"Father sich, Mas. Last night, 'none, '" replied Khanza timidly.

Rangga rotates his body perfectly to face Khanza, then raises his wife's chin, erodes the distance between them, sprinkles kisses to start the unification of the body.

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Mon so sorry, the new othor can UP. The little one was a little fussy last night. 🥺🙏

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