One Roof With Maduku

THE NIGA HOUSE

Galuh now follows her husband Niga, in Niga's house. Niga's taste is almost the same as Vinda's. A house that is quite elegant and cool with wood-based adds to the impression of being familiar with nature. Almost 90 percent of the house was packed with teak wood plus furniture such as chairs, cabinets made of wood. When entering the house owned by Niga it feels cool, cool and very comfortable.

" Why are you dumb, baby?" niga asked Galuh who did not stop looking around and the furniture of Niga's house.

" This house feels peaceful, Mas!" galuh replied while sitting on a teak wooden chair with its padded padding.

" That is because your heart is full of happiness for being my wife. Your heart is full of love if I am near you." said Niga.

" No! Your house is so beautiful, Mom!" galuh said as he stroked Niga's hair which was currently resting her body on the long teak wooden chair above his wife's thigh.

" Hahaha, you are like the first time you came to this house. This is your home too, baby! What I have belongs to you too baby!" said Niga is still spoiled in Galuh's lap.

" Where is our girl, baby?" ask Galuh.

" Rose? He said he was picked up by his mother, taken by the streets when we travel here." replied Niga.

" Oh, so did ya! Good, Rosa has two mothers." Galuh said.

" Now you are the only mother of Rosa. Margaret is no longer." said Niga as she sat beside Galuh.

" You're wrong, ma'am! Sister Margaret is still Rosa's mother even though you are divorced. Sister Margaret is still the birth mother of Rosa while I'm just Rosa's mother, Mas!" Galuh.

Niga just smiled hearing the words from Galuh.

" Then we work hard again, baby!" bring Niga.

" Make a baby brother!" niga replied quietly as she drew closer to Galuh's face closer and closer until their two breaths clashed again.

Galuh quickly pinched Niga's waist and ran inside their private room.

" Well, you look at it you were expecting this battle, dear? Run but get into the room. Hahaha." said Niga loudly.

Your wife is your farm place to grow crops. If you want her, come to her.

" God! I can't get away from you any more. The smell of your body and the smell of your breath make opium for me" said Niga, gently rubbing both cheeks belonging to Galuh.

The two married couples were both lying on top of her grievances. They still spoiled each other, feeling all the soft touches and affection of Niga's sturdy hands.

" I wouldn't have expected, if I was a match to be your wife, mom! Ever since I heard you were married to Sister Margaret, I haven't been married to Dodi, my ex-husband for long. It's like a dream but it becomes real" Galuh said while playing Niga's nose.

Niga only listened to what Galuh said.

" In fact from college first, I want and try to be close to you, Mas! But because I heard that you've been dating a literary boy, I've finally backed off regularly." Galuh's long-held story.

" Working with a literary kid? You mean Fany, yeah baby?" ask Niga.

" Don't you remember the ex!" galuh with his lips forward.

" Haha!" Niga laughed and quickly hugged Galuh tightly.