Marrying Surrogate Mother Tanteku

The tomb of Hutama

Time passed quickly for some, but it felt so slow for Darren. How not? It's been almost two months that her sleep patterns and nightly activities have changed completely.

Don't just cuddle or sleep with his wife. Now, touching the twilight leg alone is a rare thing for Darren.

Dasen and Beyza were amazing at testing his Daddy's patience. Often Darren is forced to sleep while sitting because Beyza who can only sleep after kissing his daddy armpits. Unlike again with Dasen who sleeps with a pillow of twilight hands. Only Derya could accept and be calm under any circumstances.

One strange thing is, those kids are very picky during the day. When the daddy's working, all the business is so easy. Sleep has no drama. Dasen also eat always run out and can do it yourself even though a little trouble. What a strange thing, Beyza and Derya sleep always calm during the day.

Therefore, before lunch, Dusk deliberately came to her husband's office to take time to the tomb of Hutama for a while. Incidentally at home there is also Mahendra and Sarita who help take care of children.

"Bather is there, right?" tanya Dusk so passed Amar and Ali.

"There's mom, inside. Not feeling well like it. Because from earlier in the break room," replied Ali.

Dusk immediately walked into the rest room of her husband who was not locked.

"Show time." Ali and Amar doing Hi Five.

When Dusk entered the dugout, Darren's shirt was a mess, with the buttons open and was out of his pants. Dusk held Darren's forehead which was not hot at all.

"I think you're lacking rest, Ask. Sorry yes, children may indeed be the time to want to be noticed. A few months will be normal again. You must be tired yeah, daytime night work is still awake." Dusk gently massaged her husband's temples.

Massaged temples, others that react. It's been two months since Darren couldn't claim his rights. More restraint, because he knew for sure his wife was also exhausted. Only occasionally did he borrow his wife's hands and mouth, even if it was really like a thief sneaking in the early hours of the morning.

Dusk still thought that her husband was really sick. Dusk opened her husband's shirt, which she never wore. Intend to give white oil. Not until the oil was poured, Darren had already pulled Dusk's body over his body.

"I just need one game that can finish all my sweat, Ask. Just one time. Surely I'll be refreshed." Darren's hands have started unbuttoning his wife's front dress.

Dusk is definitely not a wife to be ashamed of. Not only did Darren want to, he did not refuse to give what the husband wanted.

Dusk removed Darren's hand from her, holding it with both hands. Dusk began to peek Darren from the forehead to the neck of her husband.

Her body movements gently swerving, occasionally her chest was left to graze sometimes stuck perfectly on the chest of her husband who was not blocked by a thread.

When the lips and tongue of the two clashed against each other.Dusk nimbly pulled her husband's belt, removed the knob hook and lowered the pants to the knee and then released it using one leg.

Dusk removed his lips, then curled his hair upwards. He opened his own button dress that was worn. Darren was impatient. He deliberately gave a slight movement in the middle there, Dusk instead smiled seductively.

"Awhile, Ask. Don't hunt. Later you even finish too soon" whispered Dusk, making jakun Darren more up and down because of swallowing his saliva.

Dusk again linked his lips on her husband's lips, his hand held back the hand of Darren who wanted to guerrilla. The intentional twilight allowed her husband's possession to find its own way without the help of a hand.

The grip of Dusk's hand grew stronger, as soon as it felt something extremely hard breaking through its defense deeply. Dusk began to bend his hips with a gurgle. Darren's hum and rapport began to sound. Twilight again deliberately reduced her tempo and straightened her body, one hand holding a bond of loose hair, another hand stroking two balls in the middle of her husband.

The impatient Darren, moved his hips back and forth faster. Hisapan and the clasp from Dusk further made him crazy. His voice reached the ears of Ali and Amar. If the two secretaries accidentally opened the workspace, surely the voice would not be heard. But both of them were deliberately provoking their own desires.

Darren flung his body beside Dusk who was still rearranging his breath that was panting. Even though her husband said once was enough to make it back fresh, in fact now it has returned one more before bathing.

Even dusk resigned, not resigned in the true sense. Because in the end, he was the one holding back. Darren smiled with satisfaction. Both took a shower at the same time. Dusk out of the room with wet hair, as well as Darren.

"Depart now, yuk!" With the spirit of Darren rubbed his hips Dusk out of the room.

Darren smiled broadly at Ali and Amar who lowered their heads as deeply as possible, but their elbows clashed against each other giving signals. Yanes who had just walked out of his room did not understand what was happening. Just looking, the back of the wet twilight hair successfully made the dress a little wet in certain parts.

"Kuch - kuch hota hai." Amar answered the question that Yanes addressed through the look on his face. Like the old bollywood movie title which means something has happened.

Yanes can already guess, do not call the boss Darren Mahendra if you can not take advantage of the opportunity in any condition. Darren applied his business knowledge not only when in the company, when facing his wife he did not want to lose. Free wife is so beautiful, if only made display.

Dusk and Darren head for the Hutama cemetery complex. This is the first time for the night. Because in addition to waiting for the puerperium, Dusk is also still looking for a period of time where children can stay a little longer.

"Assalamualaikum, opa. Sorry, Dusk just came here. Opa how are you there? opa must be happy, right? Hope opa has met oma. Dusk apologizes for not being able to stay at Opa's house. Later if the children are big, Dusk will live there. If there are any children who are married. Ow...Yes Opa, thanks for the necklace. It will never be dusk. This necklace is so pretty." Dusk touched and gently rubbed the tombstone inscribed with the name Hutama.

"Opa, sorry we haven't opened the letter yet, because when we peeked at it, it was specifically for Darr's children, so Darr hasn't opened yet. Later Darr will open if Zain khitan. Let Zain be in charge of what opa says." Darren did the same thing as Dusk did.

The two couples chanted yasin and tahlil. Sometimes Darren stroked the back of Dusk who was about to cry. The love of both is no doubt, what loyalty is more. The two complement each other. Like his second promise to Hutama, who will always maintain the integrity of their small family no matter what happens in plain sight.

From the tomb of Hutama, Dusk and Darren went to the tomb of his omana. Say hello for a while Let alone Dusk, Darren alone is not too familiar with his omanya except from the story thrown by Hutama.

The two walked away from the tomb. Walk towards their cars. "I want us to be like oma and opa." Darren said as he kissed Dusk's hand.

"If Dusk dies first. Dusk to be buried near the tomb of Rafli mas only. If you're first, then it's okay for Dusk next to your grave." Dusk intends to seduce her husband.

"Ask ..." jolted Darren, very upset.

"If Dusk dies first who knows you're married again." Dusk ran small avoiding her husband's annoyance.

Darren chased after Dusk slowly, wanting to silence his wife's ignorant lips with his.

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