
"Sorry .."
"I lost control."
As Irena began to enjoy every touch her husband gave her, Dika let go. Turn around and wake up.
There was a sense of disappointment on Irena's face. He sat down on the bed and covered his body with a blanket.
"Sorry, I was wrong again?" said Dika.
"I was wrong. It seems we need time to realize our family's wishes" Irena replied.
"We? I understand what you mean." reply Dika.
"Kids?" ask Dika again.
Irena just nodded, she just bowed not knowing how to proceed.
"You're wrong to think that way. Of course you and I really want that, right?" ask Dika again.
Irena did not answer, she chose to close her eyes and sleep. In any case, at this time and in the future he must give and be the best for the family. Because the family is her self-reinforcing all along.
They slept in one bed, but nothing happened after the kiss that lasted so long. No touching each other, no good night to each other from their mouths.
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In the morning they looked neat and fragrant and rushed for breakfast.
Dika who looks handsome with black jeans and a tight black plain shirt makes his athletic body look so se xi.
Irena still stood in front of the mirror tidying up the hijab she was wearing.
"Have you?" ask Dika.
Irena turned, "Okay ready!".
Irena walked ahead of Dika. Ride the elevator and finally arrive in front of the restaurant for breakfast. The officer in front greeted them with a smile.
"A lot of food" said Dika who suddenly was right behind.
"His name is hungry too, besides I eat your complete coke"
"The food was delicious as it was" said Irena who was still busy taking food.
"Entar redundant if it does not run out, it will be a sin" replied Dika.
Irena sighed a little, "yes you dong who finished, do not want to nanggung sin have me? You are her husband, her priest"
"Aalhamdulillah .. Starting to admit it seems like HEHEHE" seduced Dika while hugging his wife's body.
"Eh uh freelance, embarrassed to see people. Professionally a little dong" continued Irena.
"Not to be discussed, briefly for appetite to be lost loh. You don't eat your own food, do you? You see a lot of my luggage, the hand is only two doang."
They arrive at the dinner table and Dika slowly starts directing the camera to photograph someone, yes of course his wife.
"It .."
Irena who heard the strange remark in her ear immediately glanced towards her husband.
"What has it been? Just sat down" said Irena.
"Once more .." pinta Dika.
"What the hell?" Irena asked confusedly.
"I'm a picture of my beautiful wife eating"
Irena was still busy eating the food in front of her. "Yeah, if ngefans is not that time either. Just say it" said Irena.
Dika who heard his wife's words seemed to smile widely and chuckled little.
Irena is stylish and smiles towards Dika's camera.
"Where? I want to see."
She saw the results of her husband's shots.
"Sugly cowl! Repeat .."
"This is mbak, a photo of the two first" said Ibrahim who suddenly stood before them.
"Eh Ibrahim .." said Dika.
"Near again" asked Ibrahim who directed them.
Husband and wife are close to each other, but not stylish. Looks stiff to each other, maybe because of the shame there is someone in front of them.
"Be closer Mas Mbak .." pinta Ibrahim.
Dika, who immediately embraced Irena, now they looked at each other. At that time Ibrahim immediately took their photo session without cue.
"Grandle .."
Irena hastily let go of Dika's embrace and gave a forced smile to Ibrahim, because she wanted to appreciate it.
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