My Beloved Husband

Soul Sensitive Basque

What the newlyweds are really looking for, each of them no one can share roughly what is on their minds.

Shafiyah was in the right corner, whereas Nakula was in the left corner, the morning blind should be preoccupied with their own thoughts.

"Shaf, why frown?" Nakula decided to get closer, he himself was confused about himself, why as if he was reluctant to approach earlier after they prayed. "Why you?"

"Ayank is why?"

"Me, what's wrong with me?" He felt that it was not right, but that does not mean it was because of the mistake that Shafiyah made, the mistake was clear from himself that could not easily digest the problem. "I'm fine, Shaf. I just thought to you, suddenly silent and away, what am I wrong?"

Shafiyah turned whole, she herself felt the same way as Nakula, feeling something was wrong, but I don't know what.

He wrapped his hands around Nakula's neck, then pressed their eyebrows together, blinking softly until their eyes met, here the line of questions began to be answered.

He wants to, he wants to do that last night.

Deg, man,

"Shaf, so are you waiting for me?" Nakula palpated her chest, sudden shock. "But, when I came, you were asleep, Shaf. I thought you were tired, so I decided to go to bed too, even if it's hard."

"Why difficult?"

"Maybe the same, I want to, but I have to hold on because you're sleeping, Shaf. Where can I wake you up, it's so tidy. Is that what's making us nervous now?"

Shafiyah hung around, but it seems like yes, more towards there, there is something they have not got before falling asleep, so it peaked and tired until morning.

The two laughed and hugged each other, the shy Nakula could only be provoked by the courage of his wife, while Shafiyah felt bad considering her husband was silent, as a result there was no sound.

"Emuah, emuah, emuah .. I want a holiday, want it now?"

Without rejection, Shafiyah moved actively to accompany her husband's invitation, making Nakula's blood boil and turn fierce.

There will be nothing to disturb the two even though there is no one down for breakfast, the parents have understood, moreover Baskara and Aisyah are still here until a lot of chatter is not missed.

Mother only occasionally glanced at her son's room, if usually the morning always berkutat spoiled on her father, now there is a husband who became an impingement.

It's okay, let's quickly give her a grandchild, soon Saka gets married, harvest them these years.

"Mom, Aisyah told me to spend it!"

"Yes, if he wants to go again, he'll take him here until Bas gets home from work!"

"Oh, your pantesan is happy, there is a friend." the father pinched the waist, making the mother glare because there are children and their daughter-in-law who are eating.

Baskara accepted his wife's bribe while listening to Saka's rambling of the work tricks out there, not to mention Saka would be busy flying there and there, it made her sometimes confused.

"I help, but I'm sure I'm passing it on to the others too, I have a baby, my son's time is left to work far away!"

"Oh my goodness, brother. After I get married I can be free again, it's just because I take care of the letter, I need Brother!"

"Well, how about it, hmm not?" Baskara deliberately buy time, he wants to see the seriousness of his sister.

After giving birth later, Aisyah was left to work no problem, only Baskara would rather tease her sister now.

Saka continued to whine like a child at his older brother, making pregnant women laugh and both parents shake their heads, could-can shoot experts so whining at his own brother, asking for help because of marriage.

Unashamed again, Saka hugged Baskara who was suddenly gawking, lost his wife because of the actions of Saka in front of Aisyah, where there were gunmen hugging each other, fellow men again.

Baskara pushed away, he was eating and embarrassed to laugh at his wife.

"Why, Dad?" Baskara rushed to his father's chair, the man seemed to close his eyes and hissing in pain. "Is anyone sick?"

Dad shook his head, expelling existing pain.

"Where's your mom?" reply without answering Baskara's question.

Mom got closer, she kept the vegetable container first, stood up and massaged her husband's head slowly

"Still sick? Going to the doctor again, Dad?"

"No, where's Sofi, Mom? Want to be with her son."

Earlier, mother and now replace Shafiyah. Mother held Baskara, who cried out to her sister.

"Dad knows he's busy making grandchildren!"

Ah, yes.

"It must be because I felt something hurt in him, Mom!"

"Hih, what the hell is connected to it, later the ex is in court again, don't do it. Still sore?"

Dad took a roll, just hugged the mother's waist and made the woman amused herself, was old still spoiled for mercy.

Actually, Baskara was the most throbbing when his father complained of illness, even though there was an orange mother here, still his biological parents only left the father, for that, every father complained of tired and sick, tired and sick, he was the first to feel unwilling, asking God to transfer his father's pain to him alone, even though it was heavy.

"I'll help you get to the room, will you, Mom?"

"Let's just here, your dad's okay, he just misses your sister, no matter what Sofi is, so if it doesn't feel like there's anything lacking, then finally, look, whether the teeth or what hurts, move around." explained the mother.

Baskara reconfirmed, her father claimed to be good, but somehow her feelings were always bad, she was very sensitive to things that involved losing and leaving.

As if he did not want to lose the moment with his father, Baskara decided to leave in the afternoon, he wanted his father checked first and ascertain what he suffered.

Homesickness, homesickness,

That's what you said, when you went to bed after taking your usual prescription medication.

"Hinduced to whom?"

"Your mother, her mother, her father, especially your mother."

"But, Mom ... There's Mom here, why do you miss mama?"

"Bas, don't forget that she's the first woman in your father's life!" mom smiled. "So Mom always misses her, too, because she's the middleman I got you, son. Your father held it back a long time, from your little one, five years he was sad, before we finally accepted each other, now overflowing all that, parents will always remember the past," he explained.

Baskara lowered her head, "Are you not jealous?"

"Jealous is a natural thing, but it's a reality, it's indisputable, so there's no problem. You must know who she is to Mom, your father's cousin to Mom, from childhood, you've been a witness. Your dad's fine, believe me!"