That Sissy Man is My Husband

Chapter 7. Contracting.

Dika and I came home with great fatigue, Dika friend came to help us tidy up the place.

"My energy is running out, everything is still a mess" I said limply.

"Peace ajja sist. Sit ajja relaxed, there we are ready to help" exclaimed sasa aka Samsul.

She is my husband's shayb, same sissy as well. There is another 1 person, his name sari aka Saripudin.

I just nodded tired. They swiftly carry springbads, cabinets, stoves and others in their place.

The night came, we were exhausted. Dika's friend also came home.

I lay down in our new room.

"You sure you're down from work tomorrow?" ask me.

"Yes, my leave is over. Want to want. At 9, I sleep first well, so tomorrow I can wake up soon" replied Dika.

I just nodded, Dika slept only with her boxer. I followed soon, and I put on my blanket. Not staying up today.

The next day, at 6 am I woke up.

Immediately I went to the kitchen to cook breakfast for Dika.

I cooked the fried rice as usual. There are no ingredients in the kitchen.

At 7 I woke Dika up, he left for work at 8:30.

I woke up and went to the bathroom. Her innocent face upon waking up was adorable, wanting her taste I pinched.

After I finished making breakfast, I left the rest of the night. Sweeping and other.

"You want to bring supplies?" bargain me.

"No, I'm taking a break with a friend eating out" she replied.

"Hmm, yes" I said.

"Ehh, wait a minute dong, hurry up really".i said as Dika rushed to wear his shoes.

"What else?" ask her.

"I want to kiss your hand, like a wife in general?" answer me.

Dika looks stiff but she finally gives up her hands.

I kissed the hand while praying.

"May his work be a blessing, and God make it easy, Aamiin" I said.

"Aamiin, Already?" ask her.

"Yes, don't forget to read the prayer out of the house well" I warned him.

Dika then put on his helmet and rushed to work. I waved my hand and went back inside the house.

Suddenly my phone rang.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum" I picked up my phone.

"This is Mulan?" ask someone at the end of there.

"Yes, right, what's wrong?" ask me.

"I was Farhan yesterday" he replied.

Without further ado I hung up the phone.

I continued my activities at home.

Cling.

WhatsApp messages are in.

But I didn't read it. What's wrong with that guy. He always bothers me.

I put the phone down and I turned the tone off.

When I finished, I took a shower. Ah so fresh the taste.

The end of the month came and I finished too.

I lay down for a moment my body, exhausted.

It's 11 noon. The housework is done. Just waiting for Dika to come home.

Evening arrived, Dika returned home according to the hours of work if he could shift in the morning. I think he'll be late for home. Maybe the night will go again with a friend of his friend like when in the hotel first.

I noticed she no longer wears lipstick at work. Maybe he's embarrassed about being married. But when the night goes by she still dresses up wearing lipstick and a little blush.

Dika who feels uncomfortable because I see so confused.

"What's wrong?" ask her.

"What's up. Can't I see you?" ask me.

"Hmm yes you can" said Dika while bringing her face closer to my face.

I thought he was gonna kiss me.

"Have you been satisfied, less close?" her whispers in my ears made me instantly goosebumps.

"Eh, not really" my reflexes dodged. I'm Pura busy doing something.

Dika laughs.

"Haha panic? aman ajja really, I will not do it, as in our agreement" said Dika.

I don't know why I don't like hearing it. However, we are husband and wife, halal if we do.

Oops, what am I thinking, his impression I want if he does. I know I'm such a perverted brain. No, no, I'm trying to calm my own mind.

I lyrics Dika cool watching YouTube.

Is because often with me began to like Dika. A new seed of love appeared in my heart. Close to him I was calm and happy.

"Cin, your obstruction(haid) is over?" Dika arrived asking that.

"Already, why?" ask me back.

"Gpp, nanya ajja" he said as he continued watching.

"You cape? want me a pijitin?" bargain me.

"May deh" Dika then put his cellphone and then undress his t-shirt.

Plastered chest of that field. Which I will see every day.

"Kok facing me anyway, how his incandescent, right in the shoulder massage" my protest.

"Ok ok" he said while turning his body. I took the olive oil and started massaging it little by little.

"Nake?" ask me.

"Yes, you're good as well" he praised.

I massage his hands and feet too.

Another normal couple would be anu if the atmosphere was like this.

But Dika was normal when I touched.

Is Dika impotent? or is she not lustful as a woman?

I wanted to ask but I was scared.

"You changing?" bargain dika.

"No" reject me.

"Loh, let's be fair donk. Here deh" said Dika while taking a bottle of olive oil.

I was embarrassed to have to undress in front of Dika even though she was my husband.

"Not open the negligee?" ask Dika.

"I'm ashamed" I replied innocently.

Dika laughed out loud.

"There's ajja the hell are you, am I someone else?" her word.

"It's awkward, hmm" I said.

"So want to be in the massage" said Dika.

"You but don't wear undress" I replied.

"And in the incandescent body of the cin, not clothes, cus opened gih, no sin anyway if I see, we're already married" said Dika.

I hesitated a little but at the end I opened it too, I finally stayed in my underwear.

I'm really embarrassed. But ah already, good enough in the free incandescent.

Dika was surprised to see my smooth white body.

"Wihh, the treatment where cin. True smooth, want dong" his squeal while hitting my small shoulder.

"What do you mean?" ask me.

My mind started traveling. Haha.

"You want the treatment also to be smooth and glowing like you" he exclaimed.

"Gosh" I replied.

Not her arrogant, I do have a white and smooth body. My face is beautiful, people say. If I am ordinary. Klo is really beautiful, Alhamdulillah.

The first person to see my body after I was an adult.

"Ihh. Where's the treatment, I've never seen a woman this smooth for real?" praise Dika while starting to massage my back.

"What the hell, I never went to the salon except for a haircut. I'm just diligent in extending ajja" I exclaimed.