TerLove (Love After Wedding)

BCT

That afternoon Ms. Siti sat next to her husband on a sofa in the living room. Their faces look frustrated. Mira's condition has not improved, making the hearts of both more worried.

"Mom, how's he doing right now? Does Mira want to take medicine?" ask Pak Yoga while sipping his coffee.

The woman was throwing her rough breath. His face was flooded with tears again. "Mira did not want to take medicine at all. He always called Anas' name. Keep crying until you finally fall asleep. What do we do?"

"Our son is not sick. He was too frustrated because the man he loved, already belonged to another woman. If only Mira had told us about her feelings, long before Anas got married. Surely at this time the situation will not worry like this. But maybe it's not too late if Anas wants to marry her now. Mira will be cured soon."

Bu Siti's eyes are perfectly rounded. "Mother still thinks so? That's not a good idea."

"Father talked about this to Anas. But it seems like he doesn't agree with this plan."

"Of course he doesn't agree on your crazy idea. Anas is married. Let us not destroy people's marriages just because of our selfishness. Why don't you think about their feelings at all? Mother as a woman, I understand how his wife Anas feels. He must be very hurt, sir." The woman was a little screaming.

"Belder confused how to. I just want my son to be healed. Why do you defend others more than your own children?"

"Mother is not defending anyone. We have to find another way to cure Mira. Sir, how about we get him into the boarding house? I'm sure it's the right move."

Yoga remained silent for a while. Before returning to speak, the man took a deep breath. "Mom seems right. We'll take Mira to the boarding school if Anas isn't willing to marry her."

"Sir, hasn't Anas already rejected that ridiculous request?"

"Maybe he changed his mind."

Bu Siti bobbing head. "Bapa is still ngarep. Although she may be willing, I won't agree. Mira can't be an actor, it'll ruin her reputation. All the people would scorn and hate him. Polygamous marriages are not easy. It will only add to his heart."

But apparently the man still intends to continue his A plan. Tonight he will return to Anas to ask for a final decision from him. If plan A fails, then he will use plan B which is to put Mira into the boarding school as his wife said.

***

Pak Yoga tonight is sitting in the living room next to Anas. Cantika did not want to miss, she sat down next to her husband to watch.

The guest looked at Cantika with a sigh, then spoke while looking down. "I'm sorry for coming back here and bothering you. I want to make sure of your decision, Nas. Are you willing to follow the plan we talked about last night?"

Cantika is very greget want to give raw bogem to the Old Man. His hands were clenched so angry. If only the man was young, then he would beat him all out. When a woman is angry, the man will be finished!

"It just so happens that I want to talk about this too. Like yesterday, at this time and so on I will never accept your request to marry Mira. I'm married and I love Cantika very much. I don't want to hurt her heart. I hope you understand." Clearly grasping tightly the hand of the woman next to him.

Pak Yoga breathed his coarse breath. "Good, Nas. I will appreciate your decision. Sorry I've been selfish." Without further ado, the man also paused.

Cantika smiled with triumphant satisfaction. That's exactly what should have happened. "Good if the Father wants to give up. Crazy if for example you really marry the Mira. Stressful women are not told to marry, but kudu diruqiyah! Strange father and b*go." He said as he stood up and crossed his arms around his chest.

The warning! Below is a scene from hareudangggg. The time is not yet known, just skip!

Anas put the woman in his lap. *l*nya tightly and then looked at him fixedly. "Of course, don't sulk anymore. The problem is over."

"But I haven't calmed down until I'm sure that girl has missed you. He can't love you, Mom. I don't like it!"

The cup! A kec*p*n landed on the mouth. "Don't mind the other feelings, just look at my heart! You're the only one who's been there anytime."

This is war time. Cantika smiled mischievously while changing her position to face the man.

Their eyes are rubbing. And now the heart is running. The man wiped the distance of their faces. His hand held the nape of his wife and attacked the sweetest part around her beautiful face. Slowly and so gently.

His hand went for a walk to another area. Gently wipe the face, ears, l*her and then go down to the d*d* section without removing the pag*t*nya. He lingered on that last part. His hands slowly me ra yap mem ma ka k*ncing clothes. After finding the two beautiful Ben Jo lan, his hand dropped by there coolly. C**man brutally still goes on with his mer*m*t hand movements and plays his peak with fingers.

Anas' head is tilted so that it can reach the chewy object using his lut. Cantika's body was made to v*j*ng. Sen tu han that made him crazy. He could not help but hold the sounds of martyrdom to slide from his lips. A voice that would embarrass those who heard.

They're losing their mind. Right now and in this place as well, both of them had to meet that most important need. It doesn't matter though it takes place in a chair with such a position.

"Buck...." Cantika whispered as she drooped in the backrest of the hairy d*da. His breathing is not regular. "Asik but cape...."

Anas laughed as he rubbed his wife's head. "You're being honest. Can't if you just shut up? Is it not shameful to say so?"

"Why should I be ashamed? I confided in this...Don't use that kayak style, I'm the cape!"

"It's only this one time, after all you have the initiative. You are so funny. Why discuss?" The man still smiled amusedly.

"This is called conjugal communication in order to achieve comfort and to pu as an!" Cantika said while pinching her husband's hairy cheeks.

"Yes, ok baby. It's up to you." Anas hugged her tightly. Shortly after, they went to the bathroom to clean up.

***

Still a smoldering game!!!

A girl is in a room. Not out of amazement at its design and size, she felt so awkward about being inside a man's room. I don't know why his heart is beating so hard?

His eyes were fixed on a large photo that was on the wall above the bed. The picture of the owner of the room is posing sexy with bert*lanj*ng chest. Suddenly he had trouble breathing and his face turned red. In addition to being embarrassed, there was also a strange reaction on his entire body.

The girl was stunned when the man in the photo suddenly hugged her from behind. "Sister Peter, you surprise me." Pekiknya while looking.

Riri shook her head quickly, "Nothing I'm daydreaming about." His eyes were everywhere because he had told lies. Actually, he had thought things through just now.

The man whispered in his ear. "I can make your fantasy real."

The girl's hair stood up as a result of the warm breath that came out through Peter's nose and mouth. His chest is exploding. She almost collapsed as her body twisted into face with her lover. His joints felt limp and vibrate.

Peter grinned at the sight of the girl starting to get affected. He continued his action by clicking** those red lips while gluing their bodies together.

Riri seemed to float when the pagutan was more demanding. The girl had lost consciousness completely. He didn't protest when Peter suddenly moved him onto the bed. Even the girl was so resigned to what would happen later.

Getting a warm welcome, of course, the man was so excited to explore every inch of beautiful sculpture owned by his fiancee.

The forbidden night became a beautiful night for them. Starting from the gentle sent*han then ending with the intoxicating cry of the devil.

Riri did not regret his actions at all. He even looks happy. As for Peter, his face was now rather sour. The man was disappointed that his fiancee was no longer holy. He thought a good girl like Riri, certainly did not know that. But it turns out the assumption was wrong. It is very true if the appearance does not reflect a person's personality sometimes.

Turns out Riri wasn't as innocent as he thought. The girl greeted him so much. Very different from Cantika. The woman balked when Peter tried to seduce her into a relationship like a legitimate couple. Cantika only gave permission to explore the face only. This is what makes Peter always curious about his former lover.

Riri bener - bener ngebosenin. I don't like sloppy girls. I prefer Cantika. He made me feel challenged to have him.

And again, his mind was always on the most beautiful ex. His refusal to re-knit romance with the beautiful, the more passionate.

***

A good morning for a wife who has not cooked well. From earlier he shouted as the oil burst almost into his face if only he did not dodge. There are so many conditions in the kitchen when only Cantika alone is struggling there. But it instead sounded like two people were in a duel of mouths.

"Aaaa, ngajak nih rooster. I entered the hot oil still ngerepotin. Aaaa, damn the oil, it's a war-torn fight!" The woman screamed as she moved away from the stove.

Blackup! Consider it the sound of splashed oil racing to get out of the frying pan. Some were sliding right on Cantika's arm. Fortunately, he turned his face when turning over some of the fried chicken. If not, then her smooth face will be affected as well.

Cantika left the kitchen grimacing and cursing in annoyance. He took a helmet and jacket. With a flash of lightning he returned to the kitchen after putting on the two objects.

"Ok, I'm ready for war!" His screams were full of spirit.

Cantika continued to cook chicken and other menus. Just then Anas who had just come from the Market, approached him.

The man chuckled, "Cantika, where are you going to wear a helmet and jacket?"

"Not anywhere, I use this to protect from oil splashes." After turning off the stove, he returned to the room to remove the jacket and helmet.

Anas shook his head to see his wife's strange behavior. "Why would he cook on a motorcycle? Just the same, adorable!"

The man put the groceries in the refrigerator. After that walk to the yard to pick up some of the items left behind.

Cantika tidied up the kitchen that was a mess of cooking earlier. Then she approached her husband who was in the bedroom. He stood watching Anas who was fiddling with something.

"Why again? That's what?"

"I'm putting together a closet for you. So you can move the clothes in the suitcase, in here." His hand kept moving assembling the items he was holding.

Cantika mangut-mangut understand. "Ohhh. Thanks darlin....You are the best." After speaking, she squatted down and rubbed her husband's cheek.

Anas turned his head, "It's still morning, don't tease me!"

"Not tempting, just want a small gift. Replacement!" The woman put her cheek.

It was with great pleasure that Anas welcomed her. He not only put a touch on the cheek, but on the entire area of the face.

After a long time of berc**man, they stopped the beautiful movement. There is something else that must be filled immediately is the stomach. Both are equally confused because hunger has hit.

"Mas, eat yuk first! Laperr..." Bring Cantika.

"I'm also a laper. After a short meal and rest, let's continue!" Said Anas while smiling mischievously.

Cantika hit her husband's arm slowly. "Mas really does the same BCT."

Anas frowned, "BCT, what is it?"

"Ber Cin Ta's..." Obviously Cantika was full of emphasis while pinching her husband's cheek.

Anas held that hand. His eyes were fixed on the burns that were there. "Did this wound get hot oil? Have you given the medicine yet?" tanyanya panic.

"Not yet, Mas."

Anas immediately took the ointment and applied it on the injured part of Cantika's hand. His movements were so carefully interspersed with his mouth that blew the wound.

"Other times be careful, close the dish while cooking so that the oil does not hit your body!" He said with an anxious tone.

Cantika mesem herself saw her husband who was so considerate. Really romantic and beautiful. She became the wife of Anas Malik. Although his life is now not as luxurious as in his father's house, but his heart seems to get something most valuable in this world. Anas always gave her affection. Perhaps Cantika is one of the luckiest women in the world for having a husband as good as Anas.