The Love of the Duda

TCSD 102: Big House

"Welcome my son-in-law's grandson!"

A loud screech of the sound of Ora Widuri was heard blaringly filled the ceiling of the living room when she saw the granddaughter-in-law had arrived at her residence. Mara approached towards the oma Widuri, kissed the back of her hand and hugged the body of the twilight woman tightly.

"Geez!"

Oma Widuri parsed her embrace from Mara's body. He smiled and briefly peeked at the forehead of the granddaughter-in-law. "How was your show at the top, honey? Pleasant?"

Mara glanced at the husband standing by her side. Hurried God grabbed the oma's hand and then kissed her.

"It sure is fun, Oma. It's even very, very, very fun."

Oma Widuri just stared at the sinister face of the sparkling grandson. "Aaahhhh yes I shouldn't have asked that Wa. I can already see clearly from your face that indeed your show at the Peak is so pleasant." Oma Widuri who was so intense looking at the face of God now he turned towards Mara. "But I feel something else with you, honey. Are you too tired of your show at the top?"

Mara smiled clumsily while scratching her non-itchy nape. Oma Widuri is an expert at reading situations. How could he not feel exhausted if from arriving at the top until returning home, the husband continues to work on it. Holding her in her arms as if she had not allowed her hair to dry at all.

"Emmmmm the god...."

"Aaaahhh... I shouldn't have asked you, honey, because I already know the answer. If it's like this next month you could be pregnant soon," sidelines oma Widuri trim Mara's speech.

"Wouldn't that make Oma happier? Can you get a daughter-in-law's granddaughter soon?" connect the gods with a radiant face.

Oma Widuri smiled widely. Indeed, getting a great-grandchild is one of the biggest things that become his desire. Because it is basically until now Indira, who is the wife of Vishnu has not been pregnant at all. After all, they have been married for ten years.

"I wish you could really get pregnant soon. Oma really has been very impatient to be able to hold a great-granddaughter."

Mara held a sweet smile on her lips. "Aamiin, Oma. Help me with prayer. So that what Oma wishes can be realized immediately."

Oma Widuri nodded her head. "That's for sure, dear. Oma will always pray for you."

"Master, ma'am, let me bring you the suitcase!"

The talk of oma Widuri and Mara was cut short when mbok Darmi approached them. Oma Widuri turned her head towards the housekeeper and...

"Mi, this is my daughter-in-law's granddaughter. And you dear, this is mbok Darmi who is a household assistant who has worked here for many years," said Ora Widuri introduced.

Mara smiled kindly. He grabbed Darmi's mbok hand and dyed it tightly. Without wasting much time, Mara hugged the body of the housekeeper who was about to enter this middle age. "Hi mbok Darmi, I am Mara, wife of the Lord. I don't understand the conditions in this house. That means, mbok Darmi has to teach me about what I have to do here."

Darmi's heart warmed instantly because of getting this kind of treatment from her employer. What an attitude that is so contrasted with the former wife of his master. Never mind to hug, polite talking is very rare. Formerly his master's wife was too arrogant, because it was based on caste. Often the former wife of his master did arbitrarily. Yet his master's new wife at this moment actually looked very polite and humble.

"I-iya Nyah's. We will definitely be good friends" said Mbok Darmi a little nervous.

Mara unravels her embrace. "Thank you very much Mbok. But if I may, mbok Darmi do not call me madam. Call me Mara just."

"Can't Nyah, it's already an obligation for me to call the madam."

"But Mbok...."

"Darling, already. Let mbok Darmi call you madam. Isn't it true that you are the mistress of Rangga Danabrata Dewandaru?" god's timpal.

Mara could only nod. Indeed, he really felt uncomfortable being called by the name of mistress but want how else.

"Dear, if this is Kasim sir. He is a confidant in this house. His duties are various, security, gardeners, and sometimes even a personal driver Oma," continued Ora Widuri who this time introduced Kasim.

Almost Mara grabbed Kasim's hand to get acquainted. Suddenly though...

"Honey, just shake hands with Kasim sir. No need to kiss the back of his hand and be careful not to wear hugging events as well."

An ultimatum God lay to his wife, that he should not do something like he did to mbok Darmi. While Mara can only shake her head while screeching. And Mr. Kasim could only hold back the laughter in his heart seeing the master so possessive of his new wife.

Kasim nodded his head as a sign of respect. "I am Kasim Nyah. Lord God is really smart to find a wife. The wife who now looks much prettier and her morals are also good."

"That's for sure sir. I really have made my past a life lesson. So, I can't possibly find a wife like I used to."

"Yes, take your wife to Wa's room. He must be very tired and want to rest immediately" Ora Widuri said to the granddaughter.

"Of Oma!"

"Aahhhh yes... Remember, the day after tomorrow is your wedding reception. So prepare yourself to meet our relationships" continued oma Widuri reminded.

"Yes Oma!"

The god and Mara walked in advance into the inner area of this mansion. Mara's eyes widened perfectly and her lips opened wide to see the state of this house. A house that is three times the size of the house he once lived in Jogja. Inside this house there are many modern minimalist furniture that looks so soothing to the view. The arrangement of this house also looks so slick as to add a sense of comfort to linger in this house.

Czech....

"Dear, this is our room. May you like it," said the Lord after opening the door in one of the rooms in this house.

Mara's Netra looks sparkling. See the atmosphere of his private room. "Oh my God, this room is so big."

The gods just giggle amusedly. He pulled his wife's arm to carry her into his arms. "I deliberately gave you a large and spacious room, so that later when we make love do not feel cramped and can do it in any corner... Aduuduuhduhh.... Honey, it's nyubit!"

The god screamed in pain as Mara gave him a pinch in her stomach.

"Why do you remember just making love anyway? You pervert."

The god grabbed Mara's hand and dyed her fingers. Not only did he kiss, he also did an absurd treatment of his wife's hand. The god swept his wife's fingers with his successful tongue making Mara's hair bristling instantly.

"It's really like that, isn't it, honey? We can practice different styles of lovemaking in this room. Without further ado, God began to carry the body of the wife ala-ala bridal style, which made the woman surprised half to death. "Hows it? Would you like to? If you want, let's do it!"

"Aaaaaaa.... My God.....!!!!"

Brake!!!!

The sound of the door crashing violently. Oma Widuri who had observed what her two grandchildren were doing could only smile knots. But the petals of happiness felt raining the heart of oma Widuri. The twilight woman was so happy to see the intimacy created between the two.

Oma was happy to see you smiling like that. May the presence of Mara truly be the antidote to the wounds that were once inflicted on your heart.

.

.

. connect....

Hi-hi My dear brothers... How's things? May you always be healthy...❤❤ Sorry lately I rarely reply to comments by Brothers... Again not arrogant you know, lately somehow my work seems to accumulate once, hihihihi 🙏🙏

The one yesterday asked whose proposal, hihihi inshaallah my own proposal... Please pray, brother.. To make everything go smoothly. 😘😘

Who's Thor's proposal?

Hihihihihi inshaallah with the figure of Bryan in the novel Fate of Love, which follows the story of Destiny of Love must know who Bryan is 😅😅... Please pray that the figure of Juna is in Bryan in the real world...❤❤

Who wants to know what Bryan looks like, can follow my IG account... yulia_rasti 🤗🤗.

Greetings love, love, love😘😘