
Andre just parked his car in front of the garage. His wife greeted him at the door.
"Assalammu'alaikum, baby!" said Andre.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, mas!" sahut Kanaya kissing the back of her husband's hand.
"Do you know they're coming?"
"Know, donk!" sahut Kanaya with a spoiled smile.
"Hhmm," Andre kissed the head of his wife affectionately.
Shortly thereafter, the sound of a car stopped in front of the fence. Kevin got out of the car and opened the car door for Alya.
"Hmm, Kevin owes me an explanation!" andre's murmur that Kanaya could still hear.
"Why, mas?"
"Well, Alya's coming home with Kevin!" obviously Andre.
"Oohh, it's okay, ma'am. Kevin is also a friend."
"Yes, that's why I need an explanation."
Alya was already near them, her face looking timid.
"Assalammu'alaikum" said Alya.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." - Andre and Kanaya.
"Where's Kevin from, deck?" ask Andre.
"Hmm, i. I've been guided by Kevin sir, ma'am!" alya.
"guidance?"
"Y-yeah, mas. Mr. Kevin is my guidance counselor!"
"Hmm, that's it, yeah!"
"Yes, mas. I'm going in first, mom!" pamit Alya and rush into the house.
Andre shook his head.
The night after dinner.
"Mas, how's Darren's doing?" ask Annisa.
"Thank God, he has improved. Tomorrow morning on the move to the regular room's room."
"Alhamdulillah!" annisa.
"Alhamdulillah, Annisa is now no longer sad to think about the health of Brother Darren!" sahut Alina's.
"But I'm upset with Darren!"
"I'm sorry, my mom?" ask Annisa in shock.
"Yes, he wants to go home today. He also refused time to call his family."
"It's not possible to go home yet, is it?" ask Anto.
"Yet, yeah. He was unconscious anyway. It still needs to be controlled by a doctor. But he really wants to go home until the mas threatened if there's anything, we don't want responsibility, uh he said let him take responsibility himself! Just piss me off."
"Hhmm, is it possible because he's afraid that the hospital fees are expensive, mas!" annisa.
"Oh, yes. He asked me how much the hospital cost, but I said I didn't know."
"How many, sir?" ask Annisa.
"Mas don't know, deck. Tomorrow I'll try to ask."
"Dad, tomorrow can I go see Darren?" ask Annisa scared.
"This is God, son, if you are not busy in the minimarket!" answer Anto.
"You and Darren have nothing to do, right, deck?" andre asked suspiciously.
Annisa's face flushed, "No-no, mas!"
"Hmm, good if not. Because you two are still in school!"
"L-yes, mas!"
"Getting together is okay, but it doesn't prohibit."
"Yes, my mom."
"Oh yeah, you called Darren's family?" ask Anto.
"I've called her mother, Dad."
"They've come?"
"Hhmm, I'm waiting until the afternoon but no one's coming yet, yeah."
"Hopefully tomorrow his family will come" Anto said.
"Yes, yeah. Looks like Darren is being depressed and has a lot of problems. I can feel that!"
"Pity, yes," said Santi.
"Yes, mother. I feel sorry for Darren too!" annisa.
An hour later all the family members had gone to their rooms.
"Honey, I'm going to Alya's room for a second, yeah!" said Andre.
"Hhhmm, maybe Alya's going to bed, mas."
"Yes, hopefully not yet. Stay first, yes!"
"Yes, mas. Don't you stay long, yeah!"
"Why indeed?"
"Hmm, that's okay, mom!"
"Hmm, are you sure it's okay?"
Kanaya nodded and smiled.
"Wait a minute, you're ready!" Andre whispered.
"Huhuh? Getting ready?"
"Just be prepared anyway!"
Andre came out of his room. He then went upstairs to his sister Alya's room.
Tok to tok.
Chequek.
"Mas Andre?"
Alya shook her head.
"Can you come in? Someone wants to talk about it!"
"Please, mas!" Answer Alya.
"What do you want to talk about, Mom?" alya asked curiously.
"What do you think Kevin has?"
"What, mas!" alya asked in shock.
"You come home often with him? There's gotta be something, right?"
"Hmm, mum. Mr. Kevin who meant to take me home."
"Mas knows."
"So I got lunch at his house!" alya.
"So you were taken to his house?" andre asked in shock.
Alya lowered her head.
"Hmm, I'm just asking you to take care of yourself, yeah! Not that I don't believe in you and him, but temptation is possible."
"Yes, I know."
"Yes, I live first. Sleep, don't stay up!"
"Yes, my mom."
Andre went back to his room.
"Darling, are you asleep?" andre asked as he lay behind his wife.
Andre hugged his wife from behind.
Kanaya turned, "Mas?"
"Kangen mazes!"
Kanaya flipped her body until they faced each other.
Andre gently stroked his wife's face. "You're ready, aren't you, baby?"
Kanaya nodded with a embarrassed face.
Andre brought the two of their faces closer and kissed his wife's lips at a glance. They start to mix love. Andre uncovers a blanket wrapped around his wife's body.
He was shocked to mix with pleasure. His wife was wearing special clothes for him.
"Darling? This. . ."
"What do you like?"
"It's so sweet."
"Hmm. . ."
Andre's desire is rising. He began to give soft touches to his wife. Until Kanaya looks longing, Andre also began to give a touch of heat. And their long nights began.
While in Anto's room. He was being massaged by his wife.
"Your massage is good, yank!" puji Anto's.
"As like?" ask Santi.
"Like it, yank!" answer Anto.
"Hmm, the aches are reduced, right?"
"Of course it's reduced, yank!"
"Hmm, thank God then, ma'am."
Suddenly Anto flipped his body until they faced each other.
"Yank?"
"Hhmm, why, mas? Massage ahead, huh?"
"The one who wants to massage you!" anto said with a seductive smile.
"Hmm, mum. Kirain what."
"Do you want an incandescent mas?"
Santi smiled shyly while nodding his head.
Anto began to give soft touches to his wife.
Santi also returned the touch of her husband. Age is not a barrier to love.
"You haven't changed, yank. Can always make a mas seneng."
"Mas. . ."
"Booking on you!"
"I'm jusa sanga mas!"
"Yeah!"
Santi nodded.
Even night feels hot for an aged couple who can no longer resist the desire.
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In a room in the hospital, a mother was gently stroking her beloved son who was being lulled. A mother who is afraid of losing her child. No matter what number the clock is pointing at, he does not intend to follow the son to pick up the dream.
"Hopefully David opens his heart. He will grieve his son with all his heart. Nothing can make me happy except to see my son and husband at peace." he murmured.
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