My wife Little Child

Chapter 36

Do you believe that true love exists...? Yeah, I believe. I don't know when that feeling was present. Obviously, I am very comfortable being around him. And not even want to be far away from him. All of his actions on me, kissing me, hugging me, staring at me, like an opium whose levels exceed even a high dose of nicotine.

nadira Khansa Salsabila

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Ilove you. Even love you so much. More than anything in this world. Even my life. You're like an opium that makes me incapable of being far away from you for a second. Yes, you are everything to me. It feels like all this space in my heart has been filled with your name, so that it will not be able to leave even a speck of space for another name in this heart.

muhammad Fahri

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Dira just finished his prayer. The hour hand in the room shows at 19.25 WIB.

Krieett. The door to the room is open.

It turned out that it was the husband who had just returned from the mosque near the house after performing congregational prayers. Yes, Fahri did try to always take time to pray together in the mosque if he was at home at least before Maghrib. And that was also one of his plus points in Dira's eyes.

Fahri walked slowly into the room. Then put the finished peci he wears on his desk.

Yes aampuunn... O.M.B. helloowww... Why the fondness of Mas Fahri is getting more and more maximal if you use white koko clothes with the same sarong.. Hadeeuhhh is not strong... Yeselah nosebleed deh ni idung. Let's have been almost 2 years more, there are times, I've lived together, with him, still I was charmed bin klepek-klepek gini if squirming his face tuh... No... No... Not strong... No... No... No... Robust...

"Why, Honey? Why is it so great?"

Dira gasps, "Ehh... Why not kook, Maas...!" he said the wave and then continued to fold the face that had been used for prayer.

Fahri laughed amusedly.

Dira then walked slowly to the husband who is now sitting on the edge of the bed while looking at his cellphone to check the WA group where he works. Then she slipped on the husband's arm.

"Maass.." call him in a voice made as pleasant as possible.

"Hmmm...?" sahut Fahri while staying focused on his cellphone.

"Gantenggengg bangett siih if you use koko ginii clothes.." he said while giggling like a kuntilbapak, eh kuntilanak, "No need to be replaced yaaa... Sleep with this shirt...,"

Fahri turned to him, then laughed. "You why? How tumben-tumbenan muji Mas rich gini? Don't-dangerously... Any more wants, huh, you? Want to buy an expensive bag that costs 5 million huh? Yes aampuunn... Dear... The time we shop for souvenirs in Paris is... still kurangg... what...?"

Dira immediately released his embrace, "Iiihhh... Suujon aja niihh yaa... Same wife...!" he said pretending to glare while fretting Fahri's ears with anxiety.

"Aawww... Sakiiettt, Darling...!"

"Makanyaa... Don't nyebelinnn be oraaanggg...! Pake accused his wife of everything...!" reply while pouting and scathing.

"Jude deh... Da... Forgive me. geez.." tease Fahri while pinching Dira's chuby cheeks.

Fahri chuckled, then immediately grabbed his beloved wife in his arms.

"Mas.." muttered Dira who was still in Fahri's arms.

"Hmmm...?"

"Dira... Very kangen... the same Mama Papa.." she looked up and looked at Fahri.

Fahri looked at him gently, combing Dira's hair with his fingers and slipping it behind his ears, "Jaudah... Tomorrow we try again yes video call Mama Papa, dear.." he said softly, "maybe they are still busy there..."

Dira nodded weakly.

"Yaudah yuk sleeps dear," he said again while gently tipping the top of Dira's head.

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