THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

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And the night is approaching. In one of the houses in a complex. A pair of newlyweds also seemed to be enjoying time together. Although it has been more than one week different age couples undergo marriage, but the romance shown both really makes anyone not think that their marriage because of the raids.

Couples at different ages impressed couples who love each other from the beginning they were married. And if observed, different age couples have absolutely no noticeable difference. Risma's height does not exceed 160 cm and Dodit's body reaches 184 cm, making the pair even look harmonious. There were many voices whispering about their marriage. Both about praise and scorn are often thrown. But the couple did not think too much about it. They consider it a common thing in neighbors.

Seen in his room, Risma was lying on her side and in front of her the husband also lay on his side facing the wife. But their faces are not facing. Dodit's face is slightly below Risma because Dodit is like a thirsty baby, his mouth can not be separated from the top of the twin hills belonging to Risma. Although sometimes in her small heart, Risma felt uncomfortable, but she realized, Dodit now her husband and Risma also really like it.

"Mas." Risma.

"Gum." Reply Dodit.

"Do you like my body?" Risma asked with her eyes closed.

"Rubber." Answer Dodit without stopping the action.

"If my body is no longer beautiful? Do you still like it?" One gliding question made Dodit stop his action and look up at the wife who was closed. His lips glanced at the smile. He shuffled and aligned his face with that of his wife. Feeling that there was movement, Risma's eyes opened and now her eyes were with her husband's face.

"Why, Honey? Is something troubling in your mind?" Ask Dodit.

"I'm scared, Mom. You're tired of what I have. What's more, you enjoy it almost every day. Keep on, if I have kids, chances are everything doesn't date anymore, I'm afraid you're changing, Mas." Chick Risma. Dodit cheers a smile. His hand was raised and stroked his wife's cheek.

"Your mind is far away, Yang. Don't you remember, before I liked doing this, I was too groggy and panicked the first time I touched you? Trus, could I dare to touch another woman? Even if I'm brave, I hope I don't have a chance to be tempted by another woman. I don't want a moment of pleasure out there to make my household ruined. For example, your ex-husband, Yang. He cheated, even played rough to you, the household finally destroyed. I don't want that to happen at my wedding. At home there are halal, why not halal nyari, Yang?" Reply Dodit. Of course that long answer left Risma stunned and moved.

"Udah, don't think like that anymore. I don't want to, that kind of thought makes you doubt that I'm actually married to you, Yang." Risma reviewed the smile and nodded. Dodit again lowered his activities that are playing with cymbals.

"Mas, aren't you hungry?"

"Well, this is another meal." Answer Dodit.

"Oh my goodness, my. But I'm hungry." Dodit. He's risen.

"Yes, I'm eating." Take Dodit and the two immediately get off the bed and go out of the room without using anything.

That's what happened to Dodit and Risma these days. Every night, their clothes were useless.

They are also at the dining table. Some dishes have been prepared Risma. Patently, Risma served the husband sitting next to her.

"Yes." Yeah." Risma Reply.

"Do you think I'm staying at work at Mba Mel's or going out?" Risma's forehead shriveled at the husband's question.

"Why ask like that?" Risma asked back while putting the plate that was filled with rice and side dishes.

"I want to grow your business, Yang. You make cookies, and I sell them on the side of the road or at the market." Said Dodit took out his uncle.

While taking rice for himself, Risma tried to digest the desire of the husband.

"If I think so, mending not first, Mas." Risma Reply.

"Why?" Ask Dodit while eating the dishes in front of him.

"Mending you continue to work first. Mba Mel already believes in you, Mas. Kasian him when you come out. The other one who helped me sell was a lot, right? Later if enough savings and Mba Mel found a person who can be trusted, we learn to open a cake shop, how?" Now replace Dodit who digested his wife's speech and a few moments later he smiled.

"Yes, then. I'll be taught to make a cake later, Yang. Let's not cape alone at home."

"All right."

And the couple continued their dinner.

"Which, it looks like we're going on holiday to make a child." Risma said arriving.

"Why?" Dodit asked and he immediately looked at his wife.

"Date comes my month will come, Mommy."

"What!"

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