MY LITTLE WIFE'S PASSION

Nicuechin

Start your morning with love. Sweetheart to yourself. Dear people around you. Then the world will love you.

Rara wakes up to find herself held tight by her husband. His heart warmed, his eyes twitching, looking gently at Bimo's face before him. Until now, he often did not believe that he had become a wife, the man who had taken care of him from the baby. A smile full of gratitude was imprinted on the face of his pillow. Rara's wiggly finger was moved to caress Bimo's handsome face. Staring at the amazement of Khalik's creation before him. Why is her husband getting older getting handsome.

"Emmm.... Are you satisfied with my handsome face?" bimo's hoarse voice surprised Rara. He quickly pulled his hand and made a small revolt from the husband's arms. Her husband was awake. Even though his eyes are still closed.

In one go.

"Eemmmmd... The older the uncle gets the more narcissistic. So excited to be a person." Said Rara has changed position to sit down.

Bimo landed his head quickly on Rara's lap. His eyes were still closed and occasionally evaporated. "I am a handsome man. Limited edition, thank you for getting me."

Haha...

"Say the weathered bachelor doesn't do it..!" ridiculed Rara, raised her head Bimo who was fixated on her thighs. Bimo annoyed said bujang weathered.

"Hey baby .. Let's get up, shubuh time has already crossed this." Still trying to keep Bimo's head off the top of his thigh.

"Good to say weathered bujang!" sulking like a child. His face was already frowning.

"The reality is so. I am not married yet either. Don't be so easily offended. Uh-h... Berat knows his head..!"

Bimo was slightly offended by Rara's words. He changed his position to sit on the edge of the bed, turning his back to his wife.

"Stupid, death, the sustenance has its provisions. If someone is late to marry. Don't say weathered bujang, old virgin. That's a cruel word. Everyone wants to be able to get a soul mate quickly. But, if there is no soul mate, where can be forced." Bimo said in an annoyed tone.

Rara's forehead shriveled at the husband's words. Why be sensitive?

"Yes, sorry...! it was just koq joking." hugged him tightly Bimo from behind. "I'm so grateful to be able to mate with you in love. From childhood I have longed for you, idolized you. Unexpectedly, my wish was granted by God." Smell at the soft neck of the husband. Which got Bimo hooked.

Bimo glanced at the clock perched on the wall of the room. The time has shown at 05.50 Wib. The dawn is the end. I want him to touch Rara this morning. Because his was indeed since waking up already tense. But, where is the time enough.

"Emmm... Come pray..!" Taking off the winding of Rara's hand on her waist. He got up, grabbed a towel hanging behind the door. Get out of the room to the bathroom.

"Rightly angry?" rara was confused. He also took his toiletries. He'll take a shower in another bathroom.

Time kept turning, until noon Bimo looked cold to him. Her husband looks busy. Traveled with some villagers and did not invite him. Even after breakfast, Bimo also directly moved away from him. Looking for a talkative, his sister-in-law.

"Not in the room, don't cook." Said Bimo's sister named Tuti kindly. Now they're in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Bored in the room continues." He answered with a faint smile, helping his sister Bimo slice an onion.

"eeem.... What is it, brother? koq seems busy?" rara asked her sister Bimo.

His sister Bimo laughed faintly. "Don't call brother. I should call brother. If not just call it Eda." Said his sister Bimo still with her friendly smile.

"You're older than me. Why can't you call brother?" rara asked confusedly.

"In Batak there is a name partuturon, or Tutur sapa. We're good to call him eda. Later, he could study with Abang Bimo." Word's friendly.

"Ooohh that is." Rara put on a smile. Bimo's sister was talked to. Understand himself. Do not know, because this is still early, or indeed his brother Bimo is really good and warm.

"Mak.... Mak's... Guests are coming, nice car!" report his son Tuti.

Rara and Tuti immediately turned to the origin of the voice. But, now both of Rara's eyes were foggy. Because he's slicing onions.

"Who?" tanya Tuti wonder. Guests with a good car.

"Don't know Mom, don't know." Answer the child.

"So soon, Eda, I'll see our guest first." Tuti.

Rara who felt her eyes ache, could only be a mangosteen. He could not stand the pain of slicing onions anymore. Understand the former son of the sultan, where ever sliced an onion.

"Youww.hhh..!" because of his heartlessness, the knife in hand injured his finger with a sharp catheter knife as sharp as razor.

"Rome...,! you why..?"

The voice he knew sounded full of worry.

TB