The Love that is Torn

Chapter 2 the happy marriage

it did not feel like six years had passed from the departure of my two parents.

the wounds in my heart slowly began to fade

time so quickly revolved, now I have become a wife and mother of one child from my marriage with Danar mas.

we are very happy our lives are always covered with laughter.Karier mas Danar was getting uphill, really - really the household that everyone dreams of.

it's just lately mas Danar is always busy with his work

however, Danar never forgot his duty as husband and father of our only child, which we named Zahra Anjani Wijaya.

she's the complement to my little family's happiness

the granddaughter who was dreamt of by my mom and dad .

I take a deep breath - deep and exhale slowly, if only my mom and dad were still there.I feel complete already my happiness

dear before his presence . even god willed another

my mom and dad have to go to the creator.

there is no need to regret that it is all fate.

I will never forget their sacrifice

therefore I will keep this household intact .

do not let the divorce happen in my household I do not want the sacrifice of my mother and father to be in vain

I was so scared of that one word

but I am so grateful for the presence of my little angel who is now almost into the fifth year

making it to me little by little disappear I can already accept the reality

because what I am when compared to Danar mas my sadness is nothing

mas Danar had lost his mother when he was just two years old and followed up with his father who died when Danar was still studying in college

to the point that inevitably he had to continue his father's efforts for his survival at that time and even to this day.

mas Danar's voice from inside the room called me, breaking my momentary daydream.

yes, my husband quickly

even though we have been married for almost six years even now have been gifted a child, Danar still does not change his call to me. - I am.

I have to ask for time, I'm ashamed ..

it should be as husband sensitive to cake a little

fortunately my name is love so it still sounds romantic ..

ha.ha .ngarep I muttered in my heart

usually if at this hour I am busy preparing breakfast for Danar and Zahra later

my footsteps quickly entered the room

mana mas Danar my eyes swept across the room

I heard the gurgling sound of the shower in the bathroom

huh..certainly he forgot to bring a towel, has become a habit of Danar always bother me when taking a bath

here's the towel .I knocked on the toilet door and opened it slowly

only my hand is sticking out .

honestly, even though I have been married for a long time, I am still ashamed to see the innocent body of my own husband

my heart still likes to shake when Danar looks at me with his sharp eyes

as sharp as an eagle that will eat its prey .

ah...yelling me shocked .mas and his prank is late deh not the towel that was taken even my hand that was pulled

fortunately, I did not fall

my protest against Mas Danar

anyways wrong themselves come to the lion's den

already know sing*nya again lap*r

my eyes closed enjoying every touch of b**r soft Danar up to ****************small* escaped my thin lips

danar kept on v****, and his lips peeked every inch of my face

his hands also started guerrilla m****s two mountains in my d*d*

ach...******* I started irregular, I was aroused by her every touch

until I did not realize the favorite clothes of the mother - the mother was already lying on the bathroom floor.

mas do not. later you misfortune, today you want to go out of the city mas

precisely that ..biar spirit.sosa loh nolak husband.

said my husband while playing my p***ng p***

my legs began to soften my mouth resisting but my body defiantly seemed unwilling when it ended

basic lust...

but it is a sin to lust like your own husband

and it was what was supposed to happen

ended with a gentle kiss on the top of my head . frankly I really enjoyed it

rarely like this in because of the busyness of my husband who really likes to go out of town supervising his project

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the sun was drowning changed by the moonlight sprinkled with stars that look beautiful from the window of my room space that I accidentally left open

tonight mas Danar did not come home he said until the next three days

it has been almost a year since Danar has been busy

rarely at home always out of town

he said there was a project there

karna from the beginning of marriage I did not really understand the work of my husband.

I never wanted to be in that either.

because I always believed in him

after all, I'm used to living by Danar mas

luckily there was my little daughter so I wasn't so lonely

his laughter, his anger, his cries, became his own entertainment for me

ma ....

um... what's up, baby.

papa does not come home again ma , he loves to work, make Zahra. so he can walk & walk, buy toys, buy whatever Zahra likes.

Zahra doesn't want anything, Zahra just wants to be like before

papa's always there at night

not like now, my dad rarely comes home

her face looks sad with her lips slightly pursed making me anxious to see her.

I hugged her little body as I wiped her tears I knew she was protesting

be patient, dear .

Zahra knew that papa there was also thinking about Zahra, if you are sad, papa there is also sad

although papa ga go home but Zahra can video call papa .iya right.Iya hold both cheeks while I look gently her eyes that already look a little sleepy.

a small smile puffed up at the corner of her tiny lips.

yes it is now Zahra bobo yes beautiful dream .

tomorrow Zahra will go to school while I kiss her forehead and cover some of her body.

yes ..ma.hut while hugging my body.