My Surgaku Key Betting Wife

My Surgaku Key Betting Wife
Tranquility.



No matter how hard we dodge, but the heart will take us to him, no matter how hard we avoid, but the heart will lead to continue with him.


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A month has passed, the relationship between the two married couples is getting better and they also look closer, because the husband has now really fallen in love with him, until it makes him more possessive and also his intimacy increases.


Although he has not admitted it, but he has realized, if he already loves his wife, it is because at this time he really does not want to lose Nabil again, he said, and he also felt angry whenever a man approached Nabil.


But now Faris has allowed Nabil to go back to college, because he received advice from Diki.


"You don't need to curb your wife excessively, here you can see her sincerity and loyalty, if she's loyal to you, if she's loyal to you, even behind your back he will respect you and not serve any man money comes close to you!" diki's words are true, because that's why he allowed his wife to return to study.


But, at this time of course Nabil never separated from the observation of Faris, from his distance quite far, he hired several bodyguards who escorted and guarded Nabil, and increasingly here too, he was, Faris was increasingly convinced that Nabil was a woman worthy of love, because from the reports of his men, he always kept his distance from the men.


But for today they are both not in the office or college, because today is a holiday. They were in the garden, with Nabil sitting, and Faris lying on his thigh.


Lately .... every Sunday, Faris comforted the male servants or the house guards, because he wanted Nabil to be free not to use the niqab while with him.


Faris seemed cool playing with Nabil's long hair, occasionally peeping at his wife's lips.


"Darling!" call Faris, since a few days Faris did call Nabil with that name, Nabil felt very happy, because her husband was turned into very sweet, but sometimes he became restless because of the spoiled nature of Faris.


"Yes, Mom!" nabil answered, who was looking at her husband.


"You know what, this is a garden that was taken care of by the late Mama, every day Mama watered it!" faris told me.


Nabil already knew, but he still appreciated her when her husband spoke.


"Then from that, Mas is very comfortable in this place?" timpal Nabil asked who immediately got the nod from Faris.


"Every time I miss Mama, I always sit here, and feel like I'm still seeing her here!" replied Faris with a sigh.


Nabil who saw the face of her husband who arrived looked gloomy, she put her hands on the chest of the husband who was lying on his back, not how heavy the dark period of her husband she did not want to ask, he did not want to ask, what he clearly knows, Faris got such a heavy inner pressure in his past.


"Mas want to feel calm?" nabil asked, Faris seemed to think for a moment, then he nodded.


"Well, I want to feel calm, I want this heart to feel peaceful, can you do that?" faris asked like such a pitiful person.


"God willing, leave everything to God, there is nothing to worry about, all by his will, he who turns the hearts of men!" timpal Nabil, make Faris stare at him.


"Rem ... Do you want to hear me if I'm having a pair of glasses?" nabil asked, she only carried out if her once stone-hearted husband only gave a small nod.


Slowly Nabil chanted his beautiful voice, if when speaking his voice was so good and soft, then when he was pollinated the beauty of his voice increased by tens of times.


Nabil continued to be in solawat, his hands moved actively combing the hair of the husband who had closed his eyes.


While Faris seemed to enjoy the voice of the wife, if she used to feel hot and restless when listening to solawat, then now she felt so calm and serene.


Once in his heart he began to calm down, Faris looked at the face of the wife, who was enjoying the solawat he dantukan himself.


Finished with the soles, Nabil opened his eyes, he saw the husband who was staring at him.


"What now, Mom? Is it feeling better?" nabil asked with a smile.


Faris nodded, then kissed Nabil's hand.


"Don't leave me!" clean it up again.


Nabil was astonished by Faris's behavior, and sometimes he became very sensitive.


"Why did you say that, I didn't even think of leaving my life, even when I was ignoring myself!" added Nabil, the answer that is very striking the heart of Faris, considering his treatment was so cruel to the wife.


"I'm sorry, baby! Please, forget all that, now I promise not to hurt you again, as long as you stay with me!" pinta Faris again, and Nabil just smiled.


"Really, Mom! There is no resentment or anger for you, so never say that again" Nabil said.


Faris got up, and immediately pulled Nabil in his arms. Closing his eyes, he whispered something to Nabil's ear.


"Do you want to live to age with me, and we will raise our future children together!" the whisper that washed away, Nabil shed tears, not knowing what to say, for the happiness he got at this time.


"Yes, Mom! That is what I want, married once in a lifetime, but I do not promise, because what determines his path is God, but as long as Mas does not betray and does not lie to me, I will always stay by your side!" timpal Nabil, hearing that Faris hugged his wife so tightly, promised not to betray Nabil, but his little heart was afraid that if his marriage he considered a lie by his wife, if he knows the truth.


"Maybe this better be my secret!" inner Faris, at a time like this she did not want to disappoint Nabil.


As the two of them drift in arms, suddenly the voice of bi Mila shocks them, especially Nabil.


"Excuse me sir, someone is looking for you and Miss Nabil!" chirps bi Mila, actually she does not feel good because it interferes with the young master's affection with her young Miss.


"Who?" ask Faris flat.


"Says the old lady!" answer bi Mila.


Bi Mila's words make Nabil look very happy, but make Faris look tense.


"What should I do, what if he told his parents, if I forbid him to go home, would they be angry"


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~Connected.