The Love of the Duda

TCSD 98: Invitation

The god looked shadyly at the face of the woman under the confinement of this innocent body. His lips endlessly painted the sweetest smile after the release he managed to achieve. The muscles of the body that had previously stiffened due to passionate desire, now slowly began to soften along with the peak of pleasure he felt. In the face of men today nothing radiates, other than the radiance of happiness that seems so clear.

As for Mara, that woman could also only smile sweetly. Slowly he rubbed the sweat that was still wetting the husband's face. In Mara's eyes, the sweat actually makes the face of God look much more handsome. The man's good looks seemed much more resolute.

Cup....

Intensely, the Lord kissed Mara's lips. Trying to pour out all the love in the heart of his heart. A sense of love that grows so rapidly, like the weeds that are getting stepped on the more it grows bushy. The man was increasingly drifting in his feelings for the lover of heart. A form of love that managed to drag him into a happiness that he did not want to end.

"Thank you Darling. It's really delicious. Your body is becoming more and more opium to me. And if I don't get it from you, I feel like I'm gonna die."

Mara just laughed crisply hearing every word spoken from the lips of God. The woman pulled the nape of the God and also presented a kiss full of love on her husband's lips. "Sama-sama Mas's. I'm happy if I can make you happy too."

"Vaaaaahhh... What a joy you say is so happy for me dear."

Mara just nodded her head. "Mas.... Can you get out of my body immediately? Heavy!"

The gods chuckled amusedly. The man shifted his body and lay down on his wife's side. Although only based on wooden boards, but the taste does not reduce the pleasure that exists. They are located in a five star hotel with full facilities. The god pulled the beach cloth to cover the plain bodies of the two. They take a leaning position to be able to face each other. And for a moment rest their bodies that feel a little tired because of the struggle they do.

"Hmmmmm my body is sticky all dear. Also bright. Where do we shower?"

Mara confirmed what the gods said. The woman's body also felt so sticky from sweat. He rotated both his eyes. Trying to figure out where they should cleanse the body.

"How about we just plunge into the lake? We can swim there!"

God chuckles. Hurriedly he pinched his wife's tiny nose with anxiety. "Do you want your handsome husband to be eaten by a crocodile dear?"

"There's a crocodile, huh Mas?" Yes in an artificial lake like this there is a culture?"

Still with a look full of astonishment, Mara tried to raise the question. I can't believe there are crocodiles in this lake.

Gods chuckling. "If there's no crocodile, I'm afraid that the waiter of this lake will fall in love with me dear. Do you know how good your husband is? Who can amaze anyone who sees it?"

"Includes the lake waiter?"

"It could be like that, baby. Do you want your handsome husband to be dragged into another world and separated from you?"

"Uuuhhhh don't. If you were dragged to another world, who would sleep with me?"

"Let the same genderuwo be accompanied, hahahaha!"

"Chiyhhh... Mas..... You're this!"

Mara's lips slightly shriveled which actually made her face even more adorable. The God hurriedly pulled Mara's body, bringing her into an embrace. Time and again the God showered the wife with gentle kisses on the tops of her head.

"For a while we don't need a shower darling. Our sweat is enough we wipe with a tissue..magic!"

"Magic tissue? What kind of a tissue is Mas?"

The god put his lips close to the wife's ear. Wirih he said. "Tissue that made mine unable to fall asleep. Hows it? Wanna?"

Both Mara's eyeballs are perfectly rounded. "Mas Dewaaaaaa....!!!"

"Maha haahaaha..."

***

"Look! Even now the gods are getting married again. And do you know? If God's wife this time looks much prettier than you?"

While throwing a shiny red invitation, Arman chattered at length in front of the child, Dita. Dita who saw the red invitation fell on the floor, hurriedly picked it up and tried to read carefully every sentence strung out in the invitation.

"I-this can't be Pa. It must be just engineering!"

Arman stared at this cynical daughter of his. "Engineering? What kind of engineering do you mean?"

"Can this be all just God's wits, right Pa? Papa knows for himself not if the Lord loves me so much? I don't think it's possible that God married another woman so soon!"

Confidently, Dita expressed his argument. The woman still thinks that until this the ex-husband still loves her so much. So that makes her think if the marriage of her ex-husband is only one of the techniques to make an escape from the wounds she feels.

Arman screeches. "The more you argue, the more you make you look like a shameless woman! Papa is really not out of thought why do you have the thought to play conch with security in your own husband's house? And now what do you get? You didn't even get anything, did you?"

Dita tried to digest the words of the papa. Memory of his brain is like re-recording the incident he passed with Damar a few weeks ago.

Flashback...

"I really didn't expect if you were poor like this, Mas!"

Dita landed her ass in the living room chair of a house that looked so small and cramped. Much different from the house of the ex-husband who might be used as a football arena.

Damar stared questionably at the face of the woman who used to be his employer and is currently his loved one. "Didn't I ever say darling?"

Dita's forehead frowning. "Said what? What did you tell me? You didn't even say that you're this poor!"

"I used to say that I have nothing and you are the only one I have. And did you not answer that what I said sounded so sweet in your ears? And you also say that you don't care what my circumstances are?"

Dita's getting pissed. He never thought that the answer he gave to Damar would backfire on him. Having separated from the Gods without bringing the one fortune that the Gods had, the woman only realized that she could not live in this kind of poverty. It turns out that living in poverty is far more terrible than living in a state never satisfied by the ex-husband.

"I can't live like this anymore. I can't stand it!"

He returned from his seat. But in a hurry Damar pulled Dita's hand. "What do you mean, dear?"

Dita wastes a rough breath. "I'll leave you, Mas. I'll get off your side!"

Damar was very surprised by what Dita said. The man shook his head. "No dear, I don't want to. Do you remember if you were pregnant with my child?"

Dita stared at Damar's sinister face. "I don't want this kid. All I needed at that moment was inner satisfaction. Until I will never accept the presence of this child!"

"What do you mean, honey? Whatchu mean?"

Damar really did not understand what Dita said. The man was still determined to hold Dita away from his side.

"I'm gonna abort this fetus. And I'll try to get back to God!"

"What's? Nope, no. Please don't do that, honey. I don't want you to drop the fruit of our love. I don't want to!"

Dita squealing. He brushed off the arm of his hand held tightly by Damar. "Fuck that love, Mas. I don't give a shit. I just want my life back to how it was. Being in an abundance of treasure. And I'll get it by going back to God's mas."

Dita's arm has been separated from Damar's hand. In a hurry, he picked up the sling bag that was on the table and then left Damar.

The former security man of the God's house could only be glued while staring at Dita's back which had begun to disappear behind the door.

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