The Love of the Duda

TCSD 104: Eight Times?

"Oouuuhh Darling.... A little more, darling, a little more..."

The god still spurs Mara's body on the bed filled with the sparkle of love wrapped with the desire to be satisfied. The bed that was previously neatly arranged, is now like a ship that was hit by a storm and waves. Makes it messy and also spoiled.

Somehow they did the game to make pillows, bolsters and blankets scattered on the floor. The sweat was on their bodies. Even though the air conditioning temperature is set in the coldest position but still they feel the stifling sultry.

"Uuhhh.... Darling..."

"Emmmph.... Mommy...."

"Ohhhhhhh...."

"Aaaahhhh.... Mommy...."

"Honey.... Dear... Dear.... I-I'm going to get to baby.... Aaaahhh.... Uhuhhh.... Sjssshhhh..... Ahhhhh.... I......!!!!"

The long gales that came out of the lips of God and his body that shook violently became the end of the struggle he had with his wife at half-twelfth this evening. This was already the fourth time the Gods had reached that release. Planting the seeds of life into the womb of the wife through her sensitive part.

The body of the God was piled up on the side of the wife. Eagerly, he pulled Mara's body to carry her into his arms.

"Thank you very much, dear... Thanks!" said Dewa while showering Mara's head with gentle and loving kisses.

"Maybe it's true what Oma said. If it's like this every day soon I'll be pregnant, Mom!"

The gods just laughed. He slightly shifted his head to get away from Mara's head. Until now, he could see the beautiful face of his wife. "Do you mind if you hurry to contain the seed of love from me dear?"

If the previous God who chuckled, now it's Mara's turn who chuckled. "Of course I don't mind, Mom. I'll be ready whenever God puts a life in my womb."

"Thank you Darling. You are twenty years old but your thinking is so mature. I'm really happy to have you as my wife, honey."

Mara giggles amusedly. "Chihara... I just thought, if I delay pregnancy, then what age would you have Mas's offspring? You and I have been seventeen years. How many years will you and your child be adrift? What I'm afraid of is that you and our son don't look like kids and dads, but they look like grandparents and grandchildren."

The two eyes of the God perfectly wide to hear this long babble of his wife. "That means you indirectly say that I'm too old, dear? Like grandparents?"

Mara just sniffed her shoulders. "Yes, it's actually like that, isn't it? You're old, hihihihi!"

The god widened his eyes. "What Honey? You're saying I'm old?"

"Yes, you are old. That is irrefutable!"

Spring, the God shifted his body. Without permission, he gave tickles under the armpits of the wife. Seeing the wife wriggling like a caterpillar makes the gods more eager to tickle his beloved wife.

"Hihihi release Mas. Amused! Aaduuduuh amused Mas! Don't tickle!"

"No Honey. It's a punishment for you for thinking I'm an old man like a grandfather!"

"Aawwww.. Hihihihihihihihii yes my goodness, my goodness. Haduuhh geli Mas's. Release, hihihihi!"

Mara's tears trickled as she desperately tried to hold back the tingling sensation that spread all over her body. He really did not expect if the husband was so tight to tickle him like this and did not want to stop him.

"Let's tell me first that I'm young!" the Lord without dispute.

Mara took a deep breath. "Okay my young husband. It even looks ten years younger than its actual age. Forgive me... I won't repeat it again!"

The god smiled knotfully, while raising next to his eyebrows. "Well, that's true..."

Mara inched backwards to get out of bed, intending to get into the bathroom. A few steps away from the bed, the woman turned her body.

"Truly hoaks if you're young Mas. In reality you are old, wwllleeee!" seloroh Mara again taunted her husband by sticking out her tongue.

"What?!!!"

Gods gasp. In a hurry, he got up from the bed and took wide steps to get closer to his wife.

"Baaaaahhh.... Put me down! Lower me!"

Mara thrashed, asking to come down after the god shouldered her body like a sack of rice.

"H-What punishment is Mas?"

The god grinned mischievously. "It's definitely a punishment that won't make you sick, but it will make you feel good!"

"-you mean? We're gonna fuck again?"

"Yes, that's how it is!"

Mara smacks her husband's back. "Tonight we've been four times, Mom!"

"I'll make it eight times, baby!"

"Yyyyyyyyy... By Dewaaaaaaa....!!"

Brak!!!

If before the door of the room that he threw rough, now it's his turn to the bathroom door that he threw rough anyway. His voice filled this room. In the end the God returned 'hopeing' the wife's body, to make her a delicacy for the eighth time, in the bathroom. And maybe the ritual of unification of the body will only be completed at three in the morning.

***

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Kris? Why does your face look so tangled like unironed clothes?"

The day has changed. The bright face of the sun began to greet the inhabitants of the earth, as if to transfer positive energy to be excited to climb today. However, the bright and shining face of the sun, seems to be inversely proportional to the face of an old virgin who is currently sitting on the bench of the garden behind the house of God. Although in front of his eyes there is a koi fish pond with a variety of colors and looks so pampering the eyes, in fact, can not hide the look of Krishna's face that looks a little sad.

"Pupus Wa! Dupus!"

The answer that came out of Krishna's lips, successfully made the forehead of God frown. "Dupus? What's gone?"

"Dupus is my wish to end my bachelor year!"

Gods gasp. "You mean? Didn't you just get into a relationship with Dyandra?"

Krishna nodded weakly. "Yes, but it turns out I've lost the start. After your wedding reception in Jogja, Dyandra was immediately proposed by the man who had secretly loved her."

"Then, Dyandra agreed?"

Krishna nodded slowly. "Yes, he accepted the man's proposal. Because he really can't afford to have a long distance relationship with me. And we broke up, after two anniversaries!"

God put on a face full of concern for what was experienced by his friend and personal assistant. He could only pat Krishna on the shoulder trying to give him strength because he had been hit by a broken heart.

"Truly pity you, Chris. It should be at your age, you already have a wife. But apparently fate still wants to play with you."

Krishna pulled a shoulder. "Eitherway. I also don't know why my love story became like this. When I want to be serious, there are obstacles."'

"Yes, let's just say it's all for you, Kris. Because since long ago you have a hobby of changing girlfriends!"

Krishna took a breath and ruffled his coarse hair. "Ranahhhh ... Fate, fate...."

"Oh, don't think too much. For my wedding reception tomorrow, is it ready?"

Krishna snorts. "What is an imperfect job in my hands? Everything's sorted out. You and Mara stay to prepare to welcome the invited guests among whom there are your ex-wife and in-laws!"

Gods gasp. "Then you and your father invited you?"

"This is Oma's order, Wa. Oma wanted to show your ex-wife that your life is much happier with Mara. And it's a lot different than when you were living with Dita."

The gaze of the Gods eyes was linked to this koi fish pond before him. It seems to be getting late in its daydream.

It is true, that my life today is much happier and more colorful since the presence of Mara. A woman who not only has such a beautiful face but her heart is also so beautiful. Until God calls me home, I will never let go of Mara's hand to stay by my side. That's my promise...

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