Mommy For Azkia

CHAPTER 45

"Where are you taking me?" syafira asked when they were in the car.

"Disdom dear dong" replied Bagas accompanied by his sweet smile.

Hearing the answer of the husband who thought he was playing secrets made Syafira upset until along the way he was not stopping to mumble. Bagas who saw his wife's mouth was pouting because he was upset just chuckled with anxiety, for him his wife would look more funny if he was upset.

After a trip that took approximately thirty minutes, now the car driven Bagas has entered the courtyard of a three-story house with a European style feel. In front of the house also saw a very beautiful rose garden in addition to a small pond and chairs and swings in the middle of the garden.

"Udah darling. Don't nag on later old spit, let's go down" asked Bagas.

"Hah come down Mas? Whose house is this?" ask Syafira confused.

"Udah ihh let's go down, later you also know" said Bagas out of the car and ran around to open the door of the wife.

Slowly they stepped their feet, they saw a middle-aged pair standing in front of the main door that was still closed. Seeing Bagas and Syafira who were getting closer, they bowed their bodies politely which made Syafira frown her brow in wonder. Why was he treated like an employer, he thought.

"Welcome Mr and Mrs. Introduce me Bi Ana and this is my husband Mr. Alan" said a middle-aged woman who he said was named Bi Ana.

"Yes Bi thank you. I will go in with my wife" Bagas said.

Syafira who did not understand her husband's conversation with a pair of middle-aged only silence and occasionally smile.

"Darling let's go in. You open the door" said Bagas.

"How am I Mas? It is not polite to know if entering people's homes carelessly" said Syafira.

"Udah gakppa, open it. I asked for the same permission that I had" said Bagas.

Shafira hesitantly pushed the door. The first thing he saw was a wedding photo that was plastered so large in the house. Feeling confused by the situation, Syafira looked at Bagas and was only replied to a nod by her husband.

Slowly he stepped his feet to enter more and more in researching the house. Many photos of him are printed there, as well as his picture with his little daughter and wedding photos are also printed there with a smaller size. Different from the one in the living room.

"Mas.. Why so many pictures of us?" syafira asked confusedly without turning her eyes on every corner of the house.

"Yes because this is our home dear" Bagas replied as he hugged his wife from behind.

"Ohh our house yes Mas" said Syafira relaxed.

"Love our house. Don't you like it?" asked Bagas when he saw the surprised face of his wife. He thought his wife did not like his new house because it was not as big as their mansion. Actually Bagas could have bought a mansion for his small family, but he wanted to live in a simple house full of harmony. Jaga third floor house is called simple, so sultan kah Abang Bagas this hihihi.

"No, my God, it's not that. I really like it. It's like my dream house, where we will live with our children and decorate this house with jokes and laughter" Syafira said while hugging her husband's body.

"I am so dear too. We will build a harmonious and loving household" said Bagas returned the embrace of his wife.

"Yaudah yuk, let's see our room on the third floor" Bagas asked.

Now this is where they are. In a large room of Gold's dominant color. All the furniture used looks classy. The second Walk in Closet is super complete. Many clothes, shoes, bags and other accessories that come from famous brands.

After being satisfied around, Syafira stood on the balcony of her room. His eyes were closed in the afternoon air with his hands holding the balcony guardrail. Trying to relax her mind, throw away all the wounds of her past life and prepare to replace her with a thousand joys with her little family.

Until a hug breaks his daydream. Threshed her husband leaning on her shoulder. As if that was his most comfortable place. A few minutes passed and all was quiet, until the sound of Syafira's sighing came when her husband's naughty lips began to kiss her neckline.

"Mas." said Syafira when Bagas' hand began to unzip the back of her dress.

"Mas wants it dear" said Bagas in a hoarse voice because he was holding something blingsetan down there.

"Emang Mas want to do me here? I'm not ashamed of anything" Syafira said.

As if getting a green light from his wife, Bagas immediately carried Syafira's body and threw it on the bed. So that there was a hot struggle in the quiet new house.

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