My wife's lover

chapter 44

"Mas, move yuk!" whining.

"Hhhmm, just here!" reject me.

"Mas, I-I can't be here."

"Can!" I'm a little pushy.

"Hmm. . ."

He began to do what he could to restore my desire. At first I kept being cold without replying to him but I was still a normal man. I haven't done that in a long time, of course, now I'm so excited to do it. Moreover, my wife was more and more seduced by her behavior which at first looks stiff until the longer it looks more aggressive.

And finally our first night happened on the couch. I am so happy even my wife, smiling always adorns her sweet lips.

"Mas, move to bed, yuk. Sleepy!" invite her with a spoiled voice still in my arms.

Without answering, I carried her to the bed and laid her down.

I thought we were going to sleep soon because we were sleepy and tired, but it turned out that desire had resurfaced. I want it again.

"Honey, don't sleep yet, yeah!" my door immediately kissed his face. He just gives up and accepts what I do. This time I lead. Although my wife's age is quite far apart and has a disease, but she can compensate me.

"Thank you baby" I whispered in his ear and kissed his head gently as we finished doing it for the second time tonight.

She nodded then hid her face in my chest. I rubbed his hair. We fell asleep from exhaustion until I forgot to clean up first.

A few hours later I woke up. I thought it was still night but after I saw the clock on the wall of the room, I was surprised it was almost four o'clock at dawn. Maybe because it has become my habit every before the dawn adhan must wake up.

"Honey, near dawn" I whispered softly in my wife's ear.

He moved his body and it was a mistake. I should have gotten up first and went straight to the bathroom before waking up. But it's already gone. And I can't avoid. I want it again.

As a barbakti wife, of course she obeyed my wishes. Even though it was short, I still felt satisfaction. I rushed to the bathroom first to clean myself up. I actually wanted to take a bath together but I was afraid of being tempted again and making me late for the morning prayers.

After he finished the bath, we prayed the congregational dawn. Unlike usual I pray at dawn always in the mosque.

"Darling, you're still wearing a hijab, aren't you?" ask me while he's saving the prayer tool back.

"God willing, if I go out I wear a hijab. Why?"

"So if you don't wear it at home, do you?"

"Hmm, would you like me to wear a hijab at home?"

"Yes, honey. My shame!" my clear.

He scrunched his forehead, "Why am I ashamed?"

"Here!" I asked her to look into the glass mirror, "See your neck, hmm? It's not good to see mom or Aminah!" my clear.

His face immediately flushed, "I-iya,mas!" he smiled with embarrassment.

He then took an instant hijab from the closet and put it on.

"Well, you don't look and you're getting more beautiful with the hijab, dear!" my praise. My wife looks so beautiful in the hijab. I feel calm looking at it.

"Yes,mas. I'm down, huh, mas?"

"Come on. I'm going down too!" sahutku.

We then went downstairs, before I first saw my son in his room, it turned out he was no longer there. Maybe he's downstairs.

"Dad!" alya exclaimed when she saw me coming down. He was in the kitchen with the others.

"You don't pray in a mosque, son!" my mother said it made me ashamed especially my wife immediately glanced at me with her red face.

"Dad I was waiting for prayer in the mosque, not yet awake" Andre chanted.

"Sorry, son. Tomorrow we pray at dawn in the mosque!" my promise.

Well, how to. Her name is also a newlywed. My inner.

I saw my wife starting to help Aminah cook while my aunt was busy. Indeed my wife said that if breakfast she always cooks by herself because aunt has to be able to clean the house.

"We'll just go out, yuk. Breathe in the morning air!" take me to the kids.

"Yoo!" sahut them.

We went around my wife's large yard. Backyard and side that grows many fruit trees make anyone feel at home here. I have been happy all this time, especially the kids.

My wife must have been feeling very lonely all this time. I promise to make her life more colorful.

"Mas! Get the kids in! We have breakfast." he exclaimed from behind the kitchen door.

I then took the children into the house. Breakfast is available at the dinner table.

"Come kids. Lots of breakfast, yeah!" tell mom.

We all ate with lahab. Moreover, I was deprived of sleep last night because of completing my desires up to how many times. It felt like my energy was drained and I felt really laper.

"Father, huh?" chirped Alya who saw me quickly spent my breakfast even to the point of adding a lot of portions.

I turned to her, "Hehee, make a great grandma!" my answer.

"Your wife is cooking!" sahut mother.

I turned to look at my smiling wife looking at me.

"So this is Santi's mother cooking? Very nice, mother!" exclaim Alya.

"Yes yes, dek. It turns out that mother pinter cooks." said Andre.

After breakfast, we gathered in the living room.

"Today you can't go to school, yeah. I just took care of your move a few days ago. Maybe if not tomorrow, you can go to school. You guys should be at home in the new school, yeah!"

"Yes, yeah!" sahut Andre's.

"They're a long way from here, son?" ask mother.

"Motorcycle ride is only ten minutes, ma'am. Iu the nearest school from here."

"Oh, yes. You're taking them, right?"

"Yes,bu. I'll take the shuttle. Because from here I have to cross the highway so they'll be me to take them by myself."

"Just use the car if it's between children, gold," said my wife.

"Yes, between the children in the car," I said.

"Oh, yeah. We'll be home soon. You can take us, son?" asked her while looking at me.

"Of course you can, ma'am. I returned the rental car yesterday!" sahutku.

"Loh, you'll be here again on what?" ask wife.

"The bag has a motorcycle" I replied.

"Mas, here there's an idle motorcycle. They can wear. Motorcycles put it in the mother's house, Can you ride a motorcycle?"

"Yes too. But the masse of all your stuff?" I said I disagree.

"Mas. That man is already my husband. Mine belongs to the mas and vice versa!" obviously wife.

"But I have nothing!"

"Mas, I said that anyway?" my wife looks cranky. His face is bent.

I smiled, "Yes-yes! But what will you come home from?"

"I'm coming, bring the car. So we can go home together. Mas said there are still items in the boarding house that have not been taken, right?"

"Oh yes. But you're healthy, right? Can you bring your own car?"

"God I'm healthy!" saith.

I smiled too. This morning he did look fresher even though last night had a lot of energy drained because of our bridal night event.

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