Not Mauku

I'm sorry, honey

"Actually a lot of just need a process, as well as me if living in your place." Dimas raised his eyebrows and all was silent only the sound of the TV was heard.

After finishing eating Naya washed all the food marks, finished it then Naya entered the room, did not join chat with others in the TV room she chose in the room only.

He was sitting on the edge of a king-size bed, his cell phone on his desk rang. "Who's on the phone.? that feeling told Lely in the village." Naya grabs the phone and sees the caller's name on the contact screen. "David."

Naya: "Hello..? Assalamu'alaikum.?"

David: "Hello too.? how's tea.?"

Naya: "Okay, zak, how are you doing, too.?"

David: "Well tea, what else.?"

Naya: "Look easy, oya zak, guess where I am.?"

David: "Where's the tea.?"

David: "At the husband's place.?" sounds very enthusiastic.

Naya:"Yes, here dong play here,"

David: "Well, when did it get there.? I must have come there tea if there's been a tea windfall, who's the same.?"

Naya: "When did my father and brother arrive.? it's been two days, yes two."

David: "Hem.., good luck to my Brother. may it last too, be at home there loved by many people too."

Naya: "Please zak.., for his prayer.?"

David: "Oya which husband,? the Dimas..?"

czech..

The sound of the door opening, Naya turned towards the door, Dimas walked up to her. "That's why he just entered zak."

Dimas saw his wife sticking a flat object on his cheek, he sat next to his wife. "Speaking who's the same.?" whispered.

Naya showed her white teeth, smiled at Dimas, saying. "The david."

Naya: "Zak there's my husband, would you like to talk.?"

David: "May tea, where.?"

Naya: "Yes, I want to pray first." Naya hands Dimas her cell phone, before talking to David, Dimas taps his wife's forehead.

Naya slowly enters the bathroom, Dimas sees Naya leaving him. "Be careful, dear.?"

Dimas chatted with David for quite a while, until Naya returned from the bathroom, continued praying, finished his remembrance for a while, just Dimas kept his phone on the table, glancing at the wife who was folding her face and face.

Naya looked at her husband. "Has it turned off.?"

"It is." replied Dimas. "Beres hasn't been that.?" Dimas stood near Naya who was still sitting under the prayer.

Naya raised her head to look at Dimas' body close to her whereabouts. "It's that."

When he bent down and grabbed the wife's body, he carried her to bed, Naya put her arms around Dimas' neck afraid of falling, then sat Naya on the bed with him.

"Why is this shirt.?" Dimas looked at Naya's face gently, his hands holding the clothes the wife was wearing.

"My book is all wet." said Naya returning her husband's gaze."No more clothes."

"Huhuh.? yes aampuuun.., who's sorry.? I forgot, I'm sorry baby." clenched both hands in the chest.

Naya just pinched her lips, with regret on Dimas's face, "Sorry baby, sorry.?" he picked up a key and a wallet on the table.

"You'll buy a shirt for you, baby a minute." Dimas cup kissed the wife's cheek. "But it's night, tomorrow." Naya's worried that Dimas is leaving tonight.

"It's only 08:30 which, I go first.?" Dimas sped up his footsteps, to find a clothing store that was still open at this hour.

After Dimas' departure, Naya pensively rested on the bed, then laid her body to the ceiling. "Hem.. they are the Father and the Aa has not slept yet, huh.?" muttered Naya while closing her eyes.

Dimas is now in a store looking for women's clothing, he is confused he does not know the size of the wife's body, reached into his pocket, forgot not to bring a mobile phone. "Sial forgot to bring a cell phone." Inner Dimas, at that moment there was a waiter approaching.

"Night.., can I help you sir.?" amiably.

"Oh, I was looking for clothes for my wife but forgot the size, I wanted to ask her to forget to bring my cellphone" Dimas told the woman, pulling her lips smiling.

"Em.., why not take his wife, sir.?" asked the waiter, Dimas scratched his nape, though not itchy.

"If you may know, you're looking for a dress, dress or shirt and sweatshirt, or.?" asked the waiter again, Dimas momentarily remembered what his wife often used.

"Em.., long shirt, material pants, and veil, can you please choose.?" Hopeful dimas.

"Can sir, come.., come with me.?" sahut.

"If the size of the body is the size of the standard XL deh mbak, only.., if the size of the height, height mbak" said Dimas following the steps of the waiter.

"Well, sir, help me find it.?" the waiter looked for a few sets of clothes, not to mention how many strands of the hood, while Dimas chose a nightgown suit, "Actually what is it for sleeping clothes,? people I open all, ha.ha.ha.." Dimas chuckled to himself, shaking slowly.

"What else is it.?" Dimas frowned. "Oh yes, interior, yaps underwear, but what size is it.?" Dimas back bengong.

"What else sir.?" ask the waiter who has been carrying a pile of clothes.

Dimas pretended to massage his forehead. "I'm confused, I need a woman's interior, but don't know also what size.?" teeter.

The waiter smiled, looking at Dimas' somewhat timid facial expression perhaps because this was the first time, shopping for a woman's necessities.

"Can you help me again.?" Dimas stared at the full plea.

"Please sir." still with a very friendly face.

"Can.., ask for dalaman.?" Dimas shy.

"Huh.?" hearing Dimas' words the waiter seemed surprised and glared at the man standing in front of him.

When Dimas shut his mouth, he realized that maybe his words were wrong, to make the servant's eyes glare at him. "A-sorry mba I mean, to-please find a life-size got mba, uh.ma-I mean the size of mba clothes." Dimas was a little nervous. "Sial is mispronouncing constantly." swearing at himself.

Finally, the Servant understood and was friendly again as before, and sought out what Dimas needed.

"This sir I've chosen," the waiter gave her everything she chose from her trouser, hood and interior clothes as requested.

Dimas took everything. "Thank you for helping me.?" shaking the servant's hand in a friendly manner, Dimas brought the goods to the place of payment, already finished paying Dimas waltzing out of the store by carrying some paper bags in hand.

Arriving on the road riding his favorite motorcycle.not forgetting to wear a helmet, he drove his motorcycle fast.wanting to go home quickly, already impatient to hug his wife on a cold night like now.

After how many tens of minutes later, Dimas had entered the motor in the original place, he was a little run was impatient to meet the wife, he was, opening the door of the house was so quiet when it was the father-in-law and brother-in-law still watching TV, maybe now already on sleep.

Dimas entered a little to settle fear of disturbing the sleeping.not forgetting to lock the door, then Dimas entered his room, after locking the door he kept his groceries, he approached the wife who looked very slumbering.

Cup..

Cup..

Two kisses landed on Naya's forehead with her message, Naya unmoved. "Darling to wake up." whispered Dimas near Naya's ear.

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Is anyone looking forward to the continuation of this story.? where is Ado's thumb.? who has read do not forget to leave a trace, huh.? thanks.., uh...,