Not Mauku

What photo

Naya remembers a photo and will talk to Dimas, when Dimas finished praying magrib, what does it mean to try to save the former photo,? if there is no mobile phone, the two names become one D&S.

Dimas finished the magrib prayer after reciting the prayer he stood up to keep his cool on the table, still wearing a Dimas sarong up to the bed, where Naya lay wearing a blanket, but did not sleep.

Naya shuffled around sitting leaning on the shoulder of the bed, pulling the blanket, Naya untangled the hair to the front of her right shoulder, making Dimas grab the hair and smell her scent.

"Why, baby,? while putting hair on his nose.

"Son," Naya seemed hesitant to talk about the photo.

"Hem.., from a very restless afternoon can not sleep richly,?" naya grabs Naya's head to lean on her shoulder but Naya rejects it.

Dimas stared in surprise, his wife was acting a little strange today, probably because again came M hence as Dimas thought, and did not upset Dimas, he said, Dimas grabbed Naya's head back but this time not to be rested on her shoulders but rather, Dimas tilted his face and felt the warm breath of the two of them sweeping across each other's skin.

The two sat staring at the net of the eyes of the two, Dimas closer his face to the face of the wife to touch the soft lips Naya, but Naya dodged him and looked away in the other direction, Dimas was more astonished and upset, not usually Naya did not want to be touched by him.

"Why, baby,? is there a, huh,? prohibition of women who M can not be touched,?" with an annoyed look.

Naya did not immediately reply, except for a gaze that went nowhere.

"Dear to see me, huh,?" Dimas holding Naya's chin with his finger made Naya face to face with him but not with Naya's eyes looking down.

Dimas increasingly inexhaustible to Naya, "Honey, why is it that honey angry with me,?" lirih, "What's my fault,? affectionate attitude is not joking with silence me, but.., really make me upset, you know.?"

With a sigh Naya looked at Dimas's bead, "If you feel me being silent,? not just this time, not all day or from yesterday, right,?" with a sharp tone his salivary has started to get stuck in the throat.

Dimas paused for a moment with his hands rubbing Naya's cheeks gently, and wanted Naya to get that hand off her cheek.

"Yes it's true this time, but it's going to be a habit, huh,? this time I'm going crazy, how all day,? don't leave me like this,?" again Dimas touched Naya's moist lips with his finger, eager to enjoy and bite her.

Naya grabbed Dimas' hand, keeping it away from his face, "Who's the woman in the photo,?" Naya glanced at it and then turned around again.

Dimas was speechless by Naya's question to him, "What photo, then,? which one, which one,?" Dimas looked around the room there were only photos of the two of them.

"Don't pretend you don't know,?" getting ketus.

"Right, I don't understand the photo you mean, huh,? where,? on my phone there's just a picture of you, baby,?" Dimas stroked Naya's hair.

"Woman is hooded, and her shoulders are you hoeing, right,? your ex, right,? why is it still well stored, means is it,? why don't you just marry her, then,? she's perfectly beautiful, unlike me," Naya said, upset and holding Dimas' hand so as not to touch her.

Dimas began to understand with Naya's intention, "Oh, the story is my dear wife is jealous, huh,? but which photo? who, my ex is just one feeling and unfortunately knows my ex.?"

Naya looked at Dimas with a pushy look, "Silvi.?"

Dimas returned Naya's gaze very deeply, "Yes dear, but.., honey look where the photo is.?"

"In the pile of clothes, neatly tucked away there, right,? was it on purpose,?" Naya looked down inside.

Dimas's mind was bright, he only remembered that he had kept a piece of photo when he was close to Silvi, it was a long time ago, and during that time also his clothes were not opened at all, it is natural that the photo is not touched by anyone.

Dimas smiled broadly, "Oh, because it's a cold darling like me,?" grabbing Naya's hand, Naya tepis again.

"Darling, it's been a long time, and I don't remember myself saying anything about it, and maybe I never wore the shirt again, so I don't know if the picture is still there" continued Dimas.

Naya looked down deeply, not looking at Dimas who was fixedly looking at her with a big smile, apparently Naya Jealous of seeing the photo, "I have nothing left with her, I have nothing left, I met him last time he got married, didn't I tell you the same darling,? that time."

"Darling..,?" Dimas raised Naya's face with his index finger, until Dimas saw clearly the wife's face, seen Naya's eyes clear water, "Trust me dear, what,? I love only you, she is only the past, and my future now, is the woman who is before me now, who silences me for being jealous of a picture, even though it was only a moment of silence and anger at me, it was enough to drive myself crazy," Whispered Dimas continued to melt his heart.

"But.., do not keep the item, just in your heart," in a spoiled tone, by attaching its index finger to Dimas' chest.

"Darling.., there's no one in this heart salain you,?" Dimas grabbed Naya's hand and she stuck it on Dimas' chest.

With a faint look, "Certainly,?" Naya seeks out Dimas' honesty from his eyes, which shows that everything he says is true,

"Did you love to see a lie from my eyes.?" Dimas kissed Naya's hand that was in his grasp.

Naya shook her head, "Well, don't hurt me, okay,?" with a glazed look.

"Who's gonna hurt you, baby,? I'll try to keep you from whoever you're just mine, only mine," hugging Naya's body very tightly, while the time they hug each other, having satisfied his wife Dimas releasing Naya's body, raising Naya's chin slowly and Dimas tilted her face then Dimas' lips******** the wife's lips without rejection, Naya's hands clasped Dimas's back.

Outside, there was a rain of drizzling sounds gurgling, adding to them getting cool with the action, Dimas' hands guerrilla wherever he likes, what else if you have found two high and very soft places to make his hands more comfortable playing there.

"Aware of that absurdity,?" naya said in between the kiss that was initially soft cold, rough and hot not warm anymore, full of passion.

"Yes dear," in a gasping voice and continued his action to fondle the wife until the position was changed, to lie down, and Naya was under the stocky body of Dimas, the clothes of Naya's boss gone somewhere, Dimas grew cool playing around with Naya's chewy objects, making them forget their dinner.

Although his desire was not fully channeled, but Dimas felt quite satisfied to touch the wife's body, with heavy breathing, and gasping Dimas tore the body down at the wife's side, and, and previously kissed Naya's forehead with a long time.

Naya shifts her body into the arms of her husband, Naya dives her face in her husband's chest until they fall asleep, they both fall asleep.

Bi Taty below, restlessly looking up to the top floor no one came down for dinner, it was useless he cooked a lot for the three but no one ate except himself.

At about 10 pm Dimas woke up, he rubbed his eyes slowly shifting Naya's body to be at a distance with himself, Dimas woke up from sleep, his stomach was rumbling for food.

Dimas got out of bed, walked out of the room after closing the door he went down the stairs to the kitchen, until at the dining table opened the food hood, there was only one person, "Aunty's not cooking, is she,?" mummified Dimas.

Hearing a voice from the kitchen bi Taty opened the door of his room, apparently Dimas was sitting facing the dining table, "Sorry Master, Aunty thought Mister would not eat, so Auntie loved the neighbor, so she was very happy, afraid of the mubazir said Mother too."

Dimas stared at bi Taty expressionlessly, "What's wrong Bi," Dimas continued to devour her.

"Sorry, Auntie didn't ask permission first, did she,?" said bi Taty.

Gulp down some mineral water, "It's okay Bi, what else Mom said so, yeah already,!" leisurely.

After washing his hands, Dimas returned to the top, "Yes Bi I went up first huh,? continue to sleep, sorry I've disturbed Auntie.?"

"Oh, it's okay, sir, it's Auntie's job, right,?" sahut bi Taty looked at his employer's back.

Dimas stepped up the stairs, walked casually into his room, clik.., the sound of the doorknob on the turn, Dimas entered by closing the door again, Naya did not budge from her sleep, Dimas went straight to the bathroom, he just remembered not praying yet, and he had to clean up first.

After cleaning Dimas came out with a towel, on his waist, then took a sleeping suit, continued to pray alone.

After saving his former prayer Dimas went up to the bed looking at his wife's face with a satisfied smile, "I'm so lucky to have you," cup.

His gaze descended down upon the blanket-covered neck, slowly the blanket Dimas pulled down until the chest with a sly smile he approached and made a sign of possession in some places, while Naya simply squirmed, makes Dimas grin even more.

Already satisfied, Dimas threw himself beside his wife and picked up his dream which had been delayed due to hunger that disturbed him.

The sound of the rooster unpretentious from a distance, Naya narrowed her eyes, glancing at the clock already showed at 04:00 am "It's true I'm asleep, right,? if it's not wrong from before, am I sleeping,?" muttering to himself, Naya woke up, before sliding Dimas' hand that hugged her tightly, Naya got out of bed with the purpose of the bathroom to clean the body felt sticky.

Naya soaks in the bathtub, with the pleasant aroma of therapy that inhales it, as well as Naya so very much enjoys the fragrance, she said, five minutes later, Naya left after wearing a towel and wearing the clothes she had brought.

So enjoy the smell of therapy, Naya until unconscious Dimas has stood and leaned on the door with crossed hands on the chest, "Done yet dear.?"

Naya was shocked to look at the source of the voice, "Honey, when were you there.?"

Dimas pulled the corner of his lips smiling, "From a long time ago, I'm not real, am I,?" widen smile.

Naya shook her head, "No, the habit of playing in is just aja, wonder me, can not be said nih people," grumbled Naya.

"It's okay, I'm your husband, if not impossible I just play in," said Dimas approached the shower and opened all his clothes, making Naya look down.

"Darling,?" call Dimas.

"Yes,?" Naya approached the door, not one bit to look at the person who was bathing again.

"Why not, then,? not if you like everything, right,? but now it doesn't seem like you dare to look at that,?" seductive Moda Dimas, while smiling seductively, but Naya shudder shyly opened the door and immediately came out.

Dimas smiled and shook his head, then continued to clean his body, while rounding his lips whistling.

Naya was still standing at the door, "Morning was already a strange sight," rounding her eyes and shaking quietly.

Then approach the wardrobe to pick up a full Dimas workwear with **********.

Naya sat at the dressing table giving a thin powder on her face, and a body lotion on her skin, then combed her hair and tied it up.

She put on a towel again, put on the clothes on the bed, and threw the towel at Naya who was combing, making Naya squeal, "Darling...?"

Dimas even laughed and took back his towel, stored in its place, where maybe he could prank his wife.

After carrying out his duties, Dimas approached Naya and crouched down, "Tidy up that hair,?" edith Dimas who was participated by Naya, then tidied up his clothes and sprayed his perfume, Dimas looked at the wife while hiding his smile.

"Already, look in the bag, any time someone is left behind, or what, oya busy whatever your work, do not forget to pray if it is time," said Naya staring at Dimas softly.

"Not who, not forgetting, remember constantly, just males aja what else is busy or tired," said Dimas honestly.

"Yang.., prayer is mandatory, huh,? after all, it's not always busy, and prayer is also as a rest,?" connect Naya.

"Dear, pray for me to be diligent, and enthusiastic, ok,? and please understand I'm still learning, right,?" sahut Dimas stroked Naya's hair that had not been wrapped in a veil.

"Dear I made some fried rice, huh,?" while looking at Dimas at a glance.

"Not bother, baby,?" tanya Dimas returned Naya's sad gaze.

"God willing, I'm out first, right,?" Naya turned her back towards the door.

"I'm taking darling, huh,? Dimas wanted to reach for the wife's body, but Naya refused, arguing that her body was still press he said, then walked away from Dimas who sat down to open his laptop.

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