Pressure From Ex Husband

TDMS 2'S

POV Rihana

After almost giving up on the trials of life. Now I start to feel happy. Beloved by a man who was so sincere and took care of my honor. Since marrying Dimas I felt like a real wife. Dimas treated me so gently. He also accepts Alma as his own son. The day I walked seemed to be full of bright colors every second.

And I'm also relieved, with my ex-husband's change. His attitude has changed much better. He even seemed to love Alma. It seems like Mas Alim is really trying to make up for his mistakes in the past. It was evident how he fulfilled his responsibility to Alma. I am happy to see his current figure. Hopefully later, Mas Alim finds a good woman to be his companion. But for the past few months, Mas Alim rarely invite Alma to the house, he said it was better to immediately pick up at school to be able to go straight to the road he said. I'm not a problem. As long as Alma is happy and Mas Alim is in charge, I will not limit the meeting between father and son, because after all Alma needs his biological father figure as a protector and the most comfortable place.

Ever since I declared pregnant, this body is often limp, even always vomiting, it seems like my baby candidate is testing the patience of his mother. And thank God, I have a husband who is always ready and concerned with this situation.

Today, Alma will be picked up by Mas Alim at his school and last night my daughter was already bidding to watch her favorite movie with her father. I just nodded with Alma's story, watching her grow into a cheerful and smart little girl already makes me very grateful. May Alma grow up without a lack of affection from our parents. Since childhood, he has lived a hard life.

"Ma, why daydream, why?" suddenly the sound of mas Dimas disperse my daydreams about the journey of life that has been through all this time.

"No, just remember the same girl. I don't know when Alma's mind just came back "my honest reply, while this hand was busy stroking the frame that had a beautiful photo of Alma." Mas Dimas, smiled and grabbed me from behind. She started to kiss this head gently, her scent always made me comfortable lingering long close to her. "Mas, thank you, for being a good husband to me and thank you for loving Alma like your own son." Mas Dimas further tightened his embrace, and only a gentle sweep of his lips touched this cheek. Warm and very comfortable to be treated so beautifully by the husband. " I love you more than anything dear, to me you are a special woman, amazing in everything in my eyes. And for Alma, I love her, because she deserves to be loved, cared for and protected. Now I am his papa, even though Alim has changed and is responsible. Alma is my responsibility too. He's our first baby, baby."

I could only be silent, staring fixedly at my husband's eyes, looking for earnestness there, and I found him. "Thank you, I love you so much." And then we dissolve in touch touch taste that began to stir.

When we were going to do it further, the sound of my phone ringing repeatedly, it was Alma who called. "Asalamualaikum mother." her cry sounded so cheerful at the end. "Waalaikumsallam mother's daughter, what's up, son?" my reply was soft while glancing at the annoyed face of Dimas who was disturbed by his pleasure. "I want to ask permission to sleep at home mommy, just tonight, because tomorrow I want to take my father's way to the waterfall. Can you be bund?" ask my girl across there. "Can son. But Alma had to promise Mommy, can not be naughty, must obey the father and do not forget to five times yes son." sound happy screeches from the end there, and, my daughter was so happy and started to feel comfortable with her father.

"What's wrong Ma? asked Mas Dimas after I hung up from Alma. "Alma asked permission, tonight sleep at his father's house, because tomorrow will walk to the waterfall he said." I'm clear as it is. And without saying much more Mas Dimas back to doing the action. We were again dissolved in the heat that ran through the whole body, wading through the beauty of the heaven of the world to the peak of nirvana.

'After being so broken, I'm not interested in loving anyone anymore. Maybe because my old wounds haven't fully recovered or maybe because I'm still too timid to choose.

Until finally you come promising calm, promising the healing I need most, promising the hope I hope most, making me believe, with you I will find happiness again. And now, I really feel happy with you, even more than that.'

Staring at my husband's handsome face when he was asleep has become my current habit. Always be grateful to have them now. The presence of Mas Dimas has become my bargainer from past suffering.

"Why baby? why not sleep?" suddenly Mas Dimas opened his eyes and smiled at me who was looking at him, his hands stretched out to caress this cheek, Mas Dimas changed his position with his back and asked me to lean on his white field chest.

"What do you think Ma is, is there an attitude of mine that hurt you?" he continued with a hand that was still stroking this cheek.

"There is no Mas. I just wanted to look at my husband's handsome face that was exhausted after beating me, I love you so much. Never stay with me." answered me who suddenly carried away feelings.

"Hay, I can't see another woman besides you, for me you are everything. Don't think like that, I love you so much my wife. I wouldn't even be able to lose you." Mas Dimas tightened his embrace. Over and over again kiss this head lovingly.

"Thank you."

"Yuk, we play water" he replied accompanied by his naughty cling.

For the third time, we repeated the romance of making love without getting tired and bored, because this is one way to make our relationship even more burning. Passionately channeling a passionate rhythm, accompanied by the sound of his powerful voice, I always felt soaring and felt what love was.

Feeling valued as a wife, feeling loved and needed by a being called a husband. Which Rihana never felt when she was married to Alim. Only insults, snapping, not even le nah considered to exist. All has passed, the suffering is now changed happily and makes him feel the meaning of a real wife.