Not the Hope Husband

I fell

Before dawn, Fatir woke up and immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. 15 minutes later Fatir returned and dressed neatly. Look at the face of the wife who is still sleeping under the blanket.

Fatir took and spread his alphabet to perform dawn prayers. After that he cleaned up his former prayers, then approached the wife who was still unmoved.

Fatir's hand moved towards Viona's shoulder. "Non, wake? it's dawn."

Viona didn't move though. He remained soundly even perhaps still in dreamland.

"Darling ... wake up," cuph! a warm kiss on Viona's cheek.

Only then did Viona's body move but instead hugged her blanket and did not open her eyes in the slightest. Fatir shook his head and brought her face closer to Viona's face, warm breath swept across her skin. Fatir touched his wife's lips and kissed very affectionately.

Viona, who was still unconscious, felt a damp on her lips spontaneously move and push Fatir's chest. "What the hell?" wake up and squint his eyes.

Fatir lips are interested in forming a smile. "It's dawn, Non. Wake up!"

"But don't kiss all dong, can you wake up any other way?" ketus Viona while squinting her eyes.

"Even, in another way. How to wake up. So the last way yeah ... like that." Casually.

"You know what, I'm still mad at you." Viona Tympal.

"angry? but last night you were gonna fuck me! ahem, why ndak? keep Fatir talking while beating.

Viona's two eyes glared perfectly, then moved her vision on her body that was plain and only covered with a blanket. His facial expression was shocked and remembered the events of last night. What Fatir said was making love, suddenly Viona's face met red. Resisting the greatest shame, the heart and mouth say angry but the body responds so well and gets swept away in it. "Ah ... shit, my mind and body are not in line anyway?" viona in the Heart.

Fatir showed her smile seeing Viona dumbstruck. "Just realized last night doing what with me!"

Then Viona came down with a blanket rolled up on her body. Just wanted to step up.

Gubragh!

Viona's body fell down due to her feet stepping on the blanket that actually rolled her body. Fatir flinched and rushed down raising Viona's body which he embraced his shoulder. "Why Non?"

"Ndidn't see what? i fell! in fact, how the hell?" ketus Viona's.

Making Fatir laugh a little, then lifting Viona's body in the shower. Viona gasped, but reflexively draped her hands to Fatir's neck. Then Fatir sat Viona's body on the lip of the bathtub and then he filled the water and did not forget to put the aroma of Viona's favorite therapy.

Viona was speechless seeing what Fatir was doing for her. Admire her patience and responsibility as a husband towards her. Fatir turned his head and Viona immediately threw her face to any place. Fatir also put on a smile to see the behavior of his wife.

"Have it, just get out? I can do it myself!" pinta Viona while pointing at the door with her chin.

"If you don't want what?" Fatir stood looking at Viona.

"Already, just go ... take care of your cart, quickly fix it," continued Viona again.

"You're kicking me out, miss?" Fatir squinted one eye at Viona.

"Bu-not expelling, but right? I'm gonna take a shower!" viona's hand pushed and turned Fatir's body out.

"Darling ... I haven't been given breakfast, haven't eaten last night?" fatir complained as he walked near the door.

Viona bengong's. Then look at Fatir. "Yes, wait for me to make breakfast."

Fatir smiled and continued to move his legs and approached the curtain open. Then take his steps to the balcony.

Looking at the dark outside and the fresh air. Not contaminated by vehicle smoke.

After a while later Fatir went back into the room and saw Viona had just finished her morning prayers. Reading prayers.

Looking towards Fatir. "I'm making breakfast, huh?"

Fatir stared and finally nodded slowly. Then exit the room and sit on the sofa while turning on the television.

Seconds later Viona was struggling in the kitchen making breakfast for two. The easy ones like fried noodles and eggplok. About 15 dishes were served at the dinner table.

"Hem .. fragrance!" Fatir is approaching the dining table.

Viona thrusting a fried noodle complete with her cow's eye eggs. At home, where can Viona cook! he said he ate a meal but after living in the apartment he could cook.

Without trivia Fatir devoured the dishes served to him. Likewise, Viona focused on her breakfast, no one made a sound other than the sound of meeting spoons and plates. Each is busy with his own thoughts.

Until finally the breakfast was finished, Fatir ended by sipping a glass of water. Then take it to the sink and wash it.

While Viona goes to the room to pick up her bag and cell phone. "I'm going with my husband, so I don't have to be in control. You just find the man who broke my husband's cart. Okay?" muttered Viona by wearing earphones in her ears.

Viona walked with her bag. Wearing formal black and white clothing. Long span with hemispheres at the back to the top of the back knee.

Fatir watched his wife closely and lips showed her sweet smile.

"Why?" viona asked as the netra of her eyes found Fatir staring intensely.

"No, Vi. It's pretty!" while grabbing Viona's car keys.

Viona shook her head slowly and hid her smile. Though his heart still felt annoyed and arrogant with the accusations of the Soraya family who had accused Fatir who impregnated Soraya.

Degh's!

After being in the car Viona put on a seat belt that was jammed.

The fatir who had just entered and was preparing to start the engine, turned his head towards Viona who seemed to have trouble installing a sapety belt. "Here I help!"

"No, I can do it myself." Ketus Viona while continuing her hand gestures.

"Why the hell .. sweet moment. Ketus momentarily? one sat later ... Miss's gonna know who's wrong on last night-"

"You, so relaxed and as if there's nothing?" sela Viona glimpsed at Fatir.

"What do I really have to do? I'm not wrong! I'm sure it is."

"You are khilaf!" Viona moved her lower lip. Pout ahead.

"Ha ha ha .. his khilaf is just the same you are Vi .. The others have no khilaf her."

"Who knows, can. His name is also a man served a good dish when not tempted!" then moved his eyes out the window.

"Tergoda dong, body Soraya is not far from my wife who makes me this opium," while smiling.

The bead of Viona's eyes glared perfectly. Fatir's words made his heart hot.

"Em .. I mean, it must be tempting but I have absolutely no intention of desecrating it. I still realize, at home my wife is more beautiful and halal whenever I want," said Fatir while remaining focused forward.

"You what? wanna eat?" asked Viona in a slightly soft tone.

"What in love with his wife. I wanna. Thigh, chest. I like it, ha ha ha ...."

"Easter!" viona hid her smile.

"Essum can dong .. same origin wife herself! same wife people do not," continued Fatir again.

Upon arrival in the office yard, Viona prepared to go down by pushing the door but Fatir's hand clasped Viona's hand.

Both of Viona's eyes moved and pointed at the hand that was holding her.

"Is there no morning kiss for me?" staring gently.

"Ndn't exist," while pulling the key Fatir hand.

"Yes, I love you." Fatir's face drew closer and Viona closed her eyes.

Fatir lips paint a smile. Seeing Viona close her eyes, while Fatir's hand pressed the open glass button to close.

Viona dag Dig's heart waited for what Fatir did to her. But while there was no significant movement at all, so Viona's eyelids opened and found Fatir's face which was only a few inches away from his face. Staring fixedly at the smiling lips that Viona felt a smile full of ridicule.

Viona was about to push Fatir's chest from before him. But quickly Fatir's lips caught Viona's lips that were wet teasing.

"Em ... lep-" The uninspiring Viona. It is fun to m***** and deepens so that Viona's breathing is irregular.

Having satisfied. Only then did Fatir let go of his kiss which inexplicably more and more opium days, his candlestick exceeded the cigarettes he often smoked and now Fatir began to leave his bad habits. Yes it was smoking he started to leave, changing with what his wife had but worse a day if not found it. Fatir's head became increasingly dizzy up the bottom, Severe.

Both of them were silent for a moment normalizing the heartbeat and the wheezing breath. Viona's chest seemed up and down, leaning back into the seat.

Fatir opened the sapety belt on Viona's body. Which is already starting to break and a little difficult to open the lid.

Viona just stared at her husband's movements, what Fatir felt was not much different from what Viona felt. The touch of Fatir unconsciously always Viona misses. Just like the tense but exciting moments.

"I'm riding the motorcycle, here's the key." Fatir handed Viona the car keys.

"Take it," Viona muttered. "If I want to go out easy," continued Viona and returned the key.

"But I'm afraid I can't pick up how?"

"Where are you going to pick me up? want to see Soraya, huh?" with annoyance.

"No, I'm going to fix the wagon. Let's hurry up, dear," ralat Fatir and cuph! warm kiss the wife's forehead that makes her anxious.

"Just meet her - pa-pa - kok, your right, that" said Viona as she walked away from Fatir who stood up.

Fatir shook his head slowly. "Well tell me what time it's coming home? I'll pick you up in time!"

"No need to go home alone." Screaming Viona without looking back.

Fatir's fingers scratched his nape. "Title him again, Hem ...."

Viona enters the office, Fatir gets into the car again and turns the direction to go home. I can't wait to fix the broken place and I don't know who broke it. Because from the camera shots of his neighbors, Fatir did not know at all.

Fatir nimbly turned the wheel and drove quickly to get to the destination ....

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