So the Second

Episode 116's

I was in my hometown for a week, where I was born, raised. Many twists and turns that I lived while here, after all the children also felt at home pulled over from the capital.

It felt very reluctant to go back home, but there were other obligations that I had to fulfill.

Weight leaves those who are old, what to say too. It's time for me to go home, it's time for me to go home with my little family.

My beloved husband, he has already picked me up. It's time for me to come back, the holidays are over.

"Mas."

"Hmm.. What is yank?" ask the Hero who is enjoying the view in the morning, a sight that is very soothing to the sense of sight.

"Ahh does not become a mas, forget hehehe.." I said pretending to smile, but in my heart I was anxious to hear the word home.

They are busy with their own thoughts, Laras himself is still very comfortable to live here.

It's okay LDR kids also like to live here, but there is a husband that he can't just ignore.

How sinful I was to be selfish, thinking only of myself and the children. While there is a husband that he must ask for opinions, as well as permission.

Afternoon

They had said goodbye, there was an impression of unwillingness but he had to follow what the husband said. Not wanting to argue, this is also my job to follow where my husband goes.

Almost a week allowed to go home, has made me happy, especially the first children living in the village for a week.

Dada.. da Nek, Kek. "lembain kak Belva and my twins accompanied the rate of four-wheeled vehicles.

The car has died from home problems, continues to drive until it arrives at the highway that has begun to creep.

"I miss you." whisper thinly near my earlobe.

Not my husband's name if he doesn't steal the opportunity, when the kids with his own world.

There is a husband's behavior that makes me helpless, even if it's just a small touch, a gentle swipe.

The hero does not stop holding the hand Laras, peeling in a row. A small kiss landed on the wife's forehead, occasionally looking at the highway.

"Be careful mas, this is still in the way of fear of happening a no-no" concluded Laras with a tone full of worry.

"Hmmm.."

Barrel was writhing spoiled in the arms of the husband, as my husband felt. I also feel a very heavy longing, a longing that wants to be completed immediately.

Seeing the spoiled nature of his wife, Wira smiled to herself. Can not be denied that below has been tense, understandably one week of falling asleep without the intention to wake up.

Almost midnight they had just predicted his car in the garage of the house, the children were still lulled with his beautiful dreams.

The children have been placed in their respective rooms, Wira and Laras also just finished bathing.

Clamps

Laras walked back and forth choosing his sleeping pajamas, unaware of his gestures in the eye of handsome creatures like no other.

Laras is still busy choosing what color clothes I wear.

No idea who started first, both of them were already in bed. Sharing sweat, de sahan's beautiful sound melodious makes me excited to advance my body back.

We are both looking for happiness, a separate longing, a long distance I finally finish with the increasingly tempestuous surge of love.

A burning spirit as if this world belonged only to us, to a man who was kasmaran.