Mother of My Husband's Son

Mama again

The night breeze pierced the skin. The soothing sound of silence makes Dara and Braga still feel at home sitting while hugging. For Dara, a silent voice like this is very meaningful. There was only the sound of crickets singing. I don't think they've been through dinner either. Braga looked at the clock on his wrist.

" Dear, aren't you hungry?

" Hungry mas. But I don't want to go home yet. " Answer answered who was still leaning his head on Braga's shoulder and his eyes were still closed.

" We'll just eat outside.

" yes.

Thirty minutes of braga and dara had spent the time to go to the place where Braga was headed.

" Where are you going? we've already passed through some of Mas's restaurants.

" A little while, baby.

Not long after, Braga parked the car. Dara was still silent and confused.

" Come on, baby,

" Well, why are we eating at the hotel anyway.

" You know too, baby.

Braga grabbed the virgin fingers and took her. Braga leads Dara to follow in her footsteps. They got into the elevator. Braga and Dara headed for a room that looked very luxurious. Braga stopped his steps. Walk behind Dara's body and close the virgin's eyes with the palm of her left hand. Braga leads Dara to enter.

" Mad, what's the matter? we're just gonna have dinner why you should close your eyes.

Braga released her hand from Dara's face, making Dara open her eyes slowly. Dara did not believe. A very spacious hotel room. Filled with beautiful decorations. Roses decorate the bed. A dining table is also available. Complete with the menu of Dara's favorite. Beautiful candles decorate the dining table. And two glasses of wine had stood up neatly. One cake with happy birthday with twenty-five candles.

" Well, it's my birthday. Why was I not happy last year? why do I feel like I just want to cry today? " Inner Dara.

Braga saw no look of happiness on Dara's face. Braga hugged Dara's silent body.

" I'm sorry, honey. Your birthday this time makes a painful impression that you will probably remember for the rest of your life.

Dara was still silent. Don't know what he's gonna say. " Okay, my husband betrayed me for wanting to be with me. I'm guilty of not being able to give a child. trying to accept maybe the best way." Inner Dara. Dara let go of Braga's embrace slowly. Turn his body to face Braga. " Thank you, Mommy. You're right, I'm so sad today. But let's forget for a moment this painful day. " Dara smiled. Braga nodded and smiled.

They're heading for the dining table. Dara blew her birthday candle happily, followed by drinking wine and then they enjoyed dinner together. In the middle of their dinner activities, Dara felt a little dizzy. His stomach was like refusing the food that Dara ate. Braga saw the change in Dara's face.

" Dear, what's wrong with you?

Dara shook her head. " I don't know Mas, it looks like my mag is relapsing again Mas. but this is worse than usual. "

Braga pulled out his phone to call someone.

" Why do you want to do it?

" Call doctor Shisil.

" No, I don't want anyone coming here. It will soon heal too.

Dara stopped her intention and put her phone back in her pants pocket.

" You sure? but, your face is pale dear.

" Sure Mas, I ate it already Mas.

Braga nodded." You want to eat fruit?

" May mas. I want strawberries.

Braga frowned." Baby, you don't like that fruit, do you?

" Yes mas, but imagining the acid I'm a little tempted Mas.

" But what will your mag be?

" Mad, it's dong. I want strawberry Mas.

Braga had no choice but to obey his wife. He contacted the hotel to prepare strawberries and some other fruit that was ready to eat.

Not how long the fruit that Braga ordered has been delivered to the room. Dara ate strawberries. And sure enough, only strawberries are eaten until they run out. Braga frowned in disbelief, since when his wife liked strawberries. When finished, Dara put the rest of the fruit on the table. Braga looked at the rest of the fruit that did not see the rest of the strawberry.

" Dear, since when do you like strawberries?

" I also don't know Mas, just thinking it looks good. It turned out to be delicious.

" Mommy,

" yes

" I'm honestly happy with this romantic dinner. But I'm bothered by these flowers.

" What happened to the flowers? but pretty, right?

" It is beautiful, but the flowers are more beautiful in the tree.

Braga scratched his non-itchy nape.

" Let's go home, it's late. Dara pulls her husband's arm.

Braga held back Dara's steps.

" Why are we going home? we sleep here.

" Pity the flowers Mas if overstretched our bodies.

Braga chuckles." Yes, we moved flowers yes.

" But I'm lazy.

" Yes, that's what's done.

Braga got rid of the flowers that were deliberately arranged neatly to form the symbol of the heart. For him it is not a problem to do anything as long as his wife feels comfortable.after clean Dara put her body on the bed. Braga went to the bathroom to clean himself up. After Braga finished, Dara decided to take a bath as well.

Dara is done. Dara went to the bed and immediately laid her body beside Braga. Braga was on his back, but when Dara laid down his body, Braga immediately tilted his body and hugged Dara. somehow, Braga, getting a sudden hug from Braga makes Dara feel uncomfortable and remember when Braga slept with Hana.

'' Mas, move ah. I'm claustrophobic.

Braga loosened his arms. " Sorry,

" God, help me deal with this broken heart. Honestly, I was so afraid that Mas Braga would leave me. I wanted to punish him, but every time I wanted to show my anger a little bit, it was me who was devastated. I always remember that mas braga betrayed me, because I can not have children.God. Help me be more patient, God... " Inner Dara.

Dara tilted her body facing Braga. Putting his palm on Braga's cheek and smiling. Braga hugged Dara's body affectionately. Start kissing the lips of the neck and any curves of Dara's body. They spent the night together on Dara's birthday.

to the next morning, Braga and Dara rushed to return home because there would be an important meeting that Braga had to attend when he arrived at the house Mama and Hana were joking with the baby who was being carried by Hana. I didn't see Papa this morning. Braga and Dara walk past Mama and Hana.

" the braga! " Call Mama.

Braga stopped immediately to hear Mama calling.

" What's wrong Ma?

" When did you start being disrespectful to Mama?

" I'm sorry Ma, Braga is tired. And now you have to rush to the office because there is an important meeting.

" Since you married that woman, you've changed so much Braga. Mom's disappointed. That woman has a bad impact on you.

Dara bit her lower lip." Why Ma? why am I always wrong? was there really no price in my eyes? am I that cool? " sayu said in her heart.question after question hit Dara's heart.

" Ma, I'm sorry that Mama felt Braga changed a little. It has nothing to do with Dara. Don't keep blaming Dara Ma,

Braga hope, Mama remembers Mama's promise. "

Braga's words left Mama at a loss for words. Braga and Dara continued their steps towards the room. Dara helped prepare the needs of Braga. After finishing the bath, Braga quickly put on the suit that Dara had prepared. Dara takes Braga's shoes and gets closer to Braga. Dara opens a drawer containing a tie and picks one suitable for Braga's suit. After Braga finished wearing the shoes, Braga stood up while buttoning his arm. Dara approached Braga and put a tie around Braga's neck.

Braga smiled happily, seeing his wife so attentive to him. He kissed Dara's busy lips and put a tie around her neck. Dara was surprised and smiled. Braga repeated Dara's kiss again.

suddenly the sound of the door opening made Dara and Braga startled and turned towards the door.

he saw Mama and Hana who were holding a baby in front of the door of the room that had opened.

Mama was silent for a moment to see the intimacy of Dara and Braga. While Dara and Braga stood looking in surprise.

Mom went into the room without excuse.

Dara quickly finished her activities and moved to put Braga's dirty clothes.

" Braga, later tonight you and Hana, attend the wedding of aunt rumi yes, replace Mama and Papa.

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