Sagaras

part 61's

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"Morning jealous?" muttered Aisyah who was confused herself, who the woman asked of course what her husband was doing not what felt so natural if the questioner felt not connected with the answer he heard just now.

"What if you're jealous like that?" asked Aisyah, unlike her husband now, she had not felt what it was to be upset with the couple because for several days with the status of a wife, all felt very pleasant.

"I don't know, maybe it is. You don't know if jealous people usually do?" ask back Sagara.

"No, who else would I be jealous of?"

Aye!

Sagara who left and went home from school always on time plus nothing suspicious makes Aisyah have no reason to be jealous or suspicious, during this time he is the top priority even it seems to be cheered by many girls out there if you know Sagara has married a beautiful teacher who is much more mature.

"Crying perhaps," Aisyah replied, she had no experience at all.

"Rich gini?" ask Sagara whose gaze is increasingly shady until finally glazed.

"Saga--, hey you why?"

"Jealous! I said I'm jealous again!" repeat this time the tone of his speech slightly rose but whined spoiled.

Aisyah who just realized immediately stretched out her hands and saw it would not be in vain right by Sagara. The young man who was upset his heart immediately rushed into the arms of the wife.

"Who are you jealous of?"

"Is he the one? she's what Olla meant when you were close to another man?" instead of asking Aisyah's question, she asked back.

"I'm close to her daughter, but so inevitably close to her father too," explained Aisyah while rubbing Sagara's head like a spoiled kitten.

"He's a widower?" ask Sagara.

"Yes, Duda is dead. His daughter is an orphan who needs affection and a warm embrace of the figure of Mother, I only fill the emptiness in the child's heart, no more," replied Aisyah again, she increasingly warm Sagara.

"I'm also an orphan, need affection and also a hug of a woman figure," he said spoiled like a kindergarten boy in addition to his gaze which implies he really needs it.

"I know." a fleeting kiss was given Aisyah on the forehead of her husband who had fought in loneliness for 3 years.

"But I don't need Mom, I want a wife" he said, chuckling.

The two chuckled together, Sagara who increasingly drowned his face in the chest of the wife certainly made Aisyah ticklish herself.

"It is good of God, He knows what his servant needs" Aisyah said.

Sagara who nodded then cupped the beautiful face of the angel of his heart with both hands. Kiss it from the forehead to both cheeks and end up on thin lips that are natural red.

"Thank you for filling the heart of this little girl with your love and care, Mother Teacher," sage sage sage sage with an adorable look.

"Together, Son." laughter again filled the room space that is the breadth of the Sagara bathroom.

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I'm "LAPAR" sostel mix good noodles..