My husband's a real man

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My Husband's a Real Man #55

By Sept

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Gemricik sound of water was heard from the bathroom, Nur was cleaning all over his body. While Arya, the man had already fallen asleep towards the beautiful dreamland. Though some time ago still excited, looks strong and so mighty. But what is visible now? The tapeworm has shrunk, there is no surprise. Arya sprawled after erupting incandescent lava.

After the shower, Nur came out of the room. Checking what Cua's up. Apparently, the little angel was still asleep, still a pretty boy aka bobo. Nur went to the kitchen. There's Auntie. Nur memorized who it was, the assistant at her in-laws' house.

"What cooking, Bi?" Nur stood in front of the burning stove. He opened the lid of the pot, saw the steaming soup. The smell is fragrant and looks delicious.

"Mushroom soup, Non."

"Look good" said Nur then took the bowl.

"here, Non. Let Aunt get it."

"No papa, Bi. It can be alone."

After pouring some of them into the bowl, Nur sat down at the dinner table. Enjoyed his lunch.

While eating Auntie's cooking, Mom suddenly appeared from behind.

"Where's Arya?" Mom is looking for the whereabouts of the son.

"In the room, Ma," Nur replied as he put down the spoon. Because he wants to add. Tired of hospital menus, he misses home cooking.

"Whenever in the room?" ask mama full of questions.

"Em ... sleep." Nur pretended to be indifferent, he focused on the soup in front of him. Although not good because his mother-in-law continues to pay attention to him.

"Nur, if you finish shampooing get used to using a hair dryer, yes. Get your back wet."

"Ah .. yes, Ma."

Mama then turned around, she smiled mischievously at the sight of how awkward the son-in-law was.

"Basic Aryan!" inner mama. He then went to Cua's room. Want to see a favorite grandson, a mere grandchild. In my heart, my mother hoped. May Arya's hard work pay off. Until the birth of Cua's sister. Their next grandchild.

***

Afternoon.

Nur shook the shoulder of Arya who had not yet woken up, but slept from noon.

"Mas!" Nur slightly raised his tone.

"Help ..." Arya immediately grabbed his wife's waist. Nur who was standing on the edge of the bed was directly to the top of the mattress.

"Ma ...."

Cua who was sitting on the bed immediately beat his face with a doll.

Nur chuckled, and Arya smiled shyly. It thought there was no Cua. He almost wanted to pounce on the mother of his son. Fortunately, if not. It could be that the holy eye Cua so exposed and contaminated, polluted because of his actions.

Cup

Muachhh

Arya lifted Cua's stumpy body, putting it right on top of her stomach. Kissed her until Cua thrashed and hit her face back. For a moment the three of them looked happy.

***

In a private clinic that often practices illegal. One man pushed the wheelchair, while the other man sat with his face tightly covered by bandages.

"Get an ashtray." His voice was hoarse, it seemed like he was enduring the pain of having surgery all over his face.

"Good, Sir."

The man in the white coat entered the private room with an ashtray.

"Put some coals from there!"

The man pointed at the fireplace. The man in the suit said, with a tool he took some coals and put them on the glass ashtray.

"Put it there!"

Again the man in the suit.

After that, the man in the wheelchair ran his chair. Closer to the table. The next second, he made the man in the suit shudder in horror at what he saw.

Rama deliberately caked embers to damage his fingerprints. Seriate.