The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 137. Mosquito in the Heart
Chapters 137. Mosquito in the Heart
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" Should I run away from this reality? I tried to hide, but your smile followed!"
(Taken from the lyrics of the song Iwan Fals ~ Forgotten)
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"Review his hand!" Rania warned Bastian so possessively. Yeah, they're leaving the hospital that night. No other concern required Bastian to be hospitalized.
Bastian's car is still in the shophouse. But Dhira asks to take Bastian directly to his mother's house. Prehal car he sure will be safe.
Along the way the chatter was dominated by the two women. The rudder was taken over by Abhimanyu this time, and his wife should of course be by his side.
" Where is honeymoon?" tukas Rania's.
" I don't think Ran!" Dhira is a little rowdy. He married at an age too old to do that. And Dhira was a bit shy about it.
" Why?, it must be insecure itself!" sahut Rania, he predicts surely his brother-in-law is embarrassed because of his age.
Abhimanyu smiled smirk, his sister had always been a successful team for him. " Tell me Ran. Let him not be so great!" abhimanyu. He made Dhira cut her lips.
" Yes, Ma'am, quality time both are mandatory. Yeah, let Raka's sister be spitty!" Rania chuckles. Bastian who was beside him swallowed his saliva twice. The woman who stole his kiss was really a bar-bar.
Abhimanyu smiled triumphantly," See??" he said while looking at his wife who was embarrassed because Ranai talked about the taboo when the four of them were together.
" Raka Sama Jodhi also wants to go to class. Don't worry about them, I'm the same Oma at home. You go!" Rania is still fuming with her tongue.
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Dhira just stopped by for a while at her mother's house. Given Raka who now lives in the Aryasatya residence, made Dhira could not leave her son.
Had been surprised to see his son's swollen hands and stitched strings, Bu Kartika could breathe a sigh of relief because he heard the quiet narration of the Abhimanyu version.
They left Bu Kartika's residence with a sleepy face. Rania was even covered in the third minute, after they turned from the Bu Kartika residential alley.
Now they arrive at Aryasatya's house. Rania first breezed after the car was parked strategically in the big house. Wake up by Dhira .
Good, the man was still faithfully waiting for his master even though drowsiness had attacked him hours ago. He had yawned many times due to exhaustion.
"Gos, here's the key!" Abhimanyu handed the car keys to the driver.
" Well, sir!"
Before entering her room, Dhira first entered her son's room adjacent to Jodhi's room. Abhimanyu over-prepared the connecting children's room.
Various kinds of slick and expensive accents, displayed beautifully in the typical room of the guy. Monochrome paint suitable for Raka's age, also seen lining the walls of the boy's room.
Makes it look luxurious and exclusive.
Raka fell asleep with a book she was still holding. Abhimanyu watched Dhira from the lips of the door. Dhira is seen picking up a book that Raka just read. A fantasy comic.
Dhira pulled out a blanket to cover his son's body. He kissed the old Raka's forehead. He smiled looking at the sound Raka with his shady face. A moment later he rubbed his son's black hair.
" Good Night my sunshine!" said Dhira rubbed gently Raka's cheeks that looked more mature.
Abhimanyu's heart warmed to see the interaction of his wife and child. Dhira turned off the lights on the nightstand near Raka's bed. He smiled at Abhimanyu, then the man grabbed his wife by the waist. They went into the room.
Raka opened her eyes as the door closed. " Good night ma. Always happy!" he said softly while smiling.
He feels calm at this time, his mother is happy with the man who is now a father. He can prove, that not all fathers connect it like a story on TV that is usually antagonistic.
He closed his eyes, hoping that distant dreams would lead him to drift.
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At the same time, Danan threw his phone after reading a message from Wisang.
" You must be tasting!" cibir Danan while laying down his body to his spring bed. He folded his hands back, and made them headrests. His eyes stared at the clean white ceiling.
After illness, he rarely wanders to the pub. In addition, his two best friends are also drunk romance he thought. Abhimanyu again happy because it is still a new manten status even though both are second produck.
While Wisang, the man is still aggressively fighting from the halauan of his mother. But he knew Wisang, there was no way the man could give up easily
" Crazy emang lu Wis, never serious ama women. Once again kecantol get that still seals so. I don't accept gini!" he monologued while giggling amusedly.
Practically, he was the only one who felt his heart empty for the past month.
Tomorrow's the schedule for check-ups to the hospital. He also still routinely takes drugs. His internal organs should be normal he thought. Danan is rich, although not all money can buy health, but he must take advantage of God's care that is too much for him.
Getting healthy again is important.
He returned to pick up the cell phone he had just dropped. He opened his Instagram. He surfed in the virtual world, busy scrolling his phone.
Surprisingly, he has no taste for local pandas, nor college chickens that usually make him erotic-minded just by looking at their photos. She skipped the photo with that vulgar look.
And for some reason, his heart suddenly remembered Shinta.
He clicked the search icon and typed Shinta's name. He did not know the woman's full name. There were many accounts named Shinta, and she clicked on one of the photos, which she felt were indeed pictures of the woman she held her milk by accident the other day.
" Crazy!!!" he said himself because he was amazed by Shinta's body. He literally drowned himself in social networks that night. He scrolls down, there are many photos of Shinta there.
It's crazy, obviously crazy. The woman was married, and she consciously liked other people's wives. Very bad!!!
He was just amazed, after all, did not intend to harm their families. But he is still an ordinary human being, who can not dismiss the strange feeling that he can not explain when he met with Shinta.
" Gosh, I must be crazy!!" he chose to close his phone. The more he saw Shinta's photo, the more thoughtful he was. He rubbed his face rough.
He's been in love with somebody's wife.
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After cleaning herself, Dhira now changes her clothes with a shiny satin nightgown. She always takes off her bra when she goes to sleep. Although he knew, he would not easily go straight to sleep. She had to bribe her husband with a tribute of peerless pleasure, which came only from him.
"Darling!" abhimanyu.
"Yes mas?" he answered while applying night cream on his face. Now he can take care of himself. Not like when I was with Indra.
" This you bring, pay Raka's school for this. Your needs too!" Abhimanyu handed over three magic cards to Dhira.
" What is this mas?" At all ages, Dhira had never used such a card. He is accustomed to the cash that he always puts neatly in his wallet.
"From now on if you shop using this. I don't want the director's wife in trouble bring a pregnant wallet!" Abhimanyu chuckled at saying that.
" She, this is overkill!" Dhira feels his life is like a fairy tale. From his limitations on financial matters, now he feels abundant in financial matters.
" I work for my wife and children. I want you to be happy!!" Abhimanyu kissed his wife's lips. Groping the waist to the buttocks of Dhira which always makes the heart of Abhimanyu pounding because of its size. Solid and bahenol.
Dhira felt so loved by Abhimanyu's gentle treatment. The man was mighty born in his opinion. Now he does not lack a living born or inner, all his needs are fulfilled by Abhimanyu.
Together they embrace the beauty of the night with moans and *******. Always and always the pleasure they feel, make them dissatisfied and keep repeating until their knees are limp and vibrate.
The true meaning of love is to give and receive. Dhira that night gave her best service to her husband. With the position of women on top, Dhira managed to make Abhimanyu like floating into the sky. The up and down movement of Dhira above the plain body of Abhimanyu really made the man groan many times. The hand with the visible vein is now holding two mountains that also go up and down in rhythm with the increasingly flexible movement of Dhira.
In the cold of the night, they let go of their love affair with a tight hug. Efforts continue to be intensively done, so that they can immediately give a sister to Raka.
" Thank you dear. I love you so much!" Abhimanyu pulled and hugged his wife's body into his arms. He would never let anyone hurt his wife.
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