Sagaras

The Part 103

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Either, Aisyah was exaggerated or not that clearly she directly asked Anti out of her room. The room that now not only has her but there is her husband, a husband who despite the end of this annoying but very much in love.

"Sorry, Ma'am," said the teenager as Aisyah pointed at the door.

"Next time, never enter without knocking on the door. You've grown up should have been more manners," replied Aisyah with her chest up and down.

Upset, disappointed, sad and unwilling to mix in the woman's chest, she even remained unmoved as Anti came out with her head lowered.

Sagara, staring fixedly at his wife and he did find an annoyed expression from the woman.

"I want to take a shower" said Sagara who immediately passed to the bathroom that previously threw the blanket towards the bed. What Aisyah hoped was that the man hugged her but that she could be left without giving clarity. In fact, Sagara usually never waits for his wife to ask first.

The growing annoyance certainly affects his body. Aisyah limp because indeed she was also tired after traveling far enough, although many times stopped but it felt the same. Aisyah sat on the edge of the bed with her hands rubbing her stomach which now looks bloated if in such a position. But, when no more than 30 minutes of waiting, Sagara actually came out with an attitude as if nothing happened.

"Honey, the baso who likes to go through it is not there yet? I want to."

"Either, let me ask Mom later," she replied still in a resentful tone.

Sagara just nodded, he who was just as tired chose to lay down his body that was still wearing a towel limited to the waist in the middle of the bed after the wife came out of the room, all felt delicious and slowly lost when both closed until the dream came and froze it.

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"Aish-, wait what?" asked Mother, he who saw his son on the porch alone would immediately approach.

"Sounds not yet, for Sagara?" guess Mom, he knew if his daughter-in-law likes the usual baso through the front of the house, not infrequently the handsome man spent up to 4 bowls at once.

"But selling, right? I want to." too."

Mother nodded, though covered in hijab and veil but Mother felt there was something else from her youngest daughter.

"You're tired yeah, just go into your room later I'll stop if you pass by" said the middle-aged woman.

"No, Ma. I'm all waiting for you too," declined Aisyah who chose to remain on the terrace, it feels malaa adjacent to Sagara when the man's attitude was not indifferent to him, he said, though Aish deliberately showed an expression of annoyance and dislike.

"You don't know when to come home, the wind's not good for you. What--, is there something you want to talk to Mom about?"

Aisyah turned her head, when she could lie to Mom, her bathin who sometimes confused herself, mother never asked what was with her, what was with her, but he immediately offered himself and it could not be rejected by Aisyah because she really needed a place to tell stories.

"Anti pretty huh, ma'am, when is she here?" ask Aisyah to speak stale first.

"Mother doesn't know for sure either, maybe until her father is healed first, why?" ask Mom again.

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No, Aish is afraid that last year's events will repeat themselves...