TO BE YOUR MILK MOTHER

DIANACOLINS (3)

"God .. Asikk yes,Mas. The view from up here feels beautiful." Barbara shrieked excitedly spread out her two hands. Enjoying the wind beating on him. Feel him in a state with the person who has made him happy now.

Grep. Demian hugged Barbara from behind. He rests his head on his wife's shoulder. He could breathe in his favorite scent for two months. The smell of lily and the smell of shampoo the wife is attached to her red hair now.

"You like it, honey?" asked Demian in a hoarse voice.

Barbara nodded steadily. Replying to his husband's embrace by leaning his body against the chest of his husband's field, which now remains the position of hugging him from behind.

"I'm happy Mas.. I love this." said Barbara, flipping her face toward her husband.

"You're very good, Mas. Control this air balloon. I'm lucky to have a multitalented husband." she continued.

Demian framed his wife's face. A face that always greets you when you wake up and every time. Demian pulled his wife's chin.

Cups!. In the kiss is b1bir the wife like a cherry.

The deeper the more demanding. Barbara replied to her husband's kiss@n.****** and exchanged saliva, which is now in the air. Inside the woven bag of the hot air balloon, they enjoyed the affection with great happiness.

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🔹At different angles🔹

"Photoin Mommy come on!. You're from there." Mommy Zahira said with excitement. Pointing the child with the iPhone camera in his hand. He told Daren to take a picture of himself posing in Cappadocia.

"RCK,CK. This Mommy, just like a young man. I've sat down with Daddy. No need for gini photos." Daren said with a throbbing lip.

The Daddy Daren called. Just staring flat at the wife who for him, the figure of Zahira is an amazing woman from a long time ago.

"You're it!. You want Mommy to say Salsa, if you don't get married to her." Threaten Mommy Zahira.

"Ti-no Mom. Don't do that!. Be good. Mommy poses as Mommy likes." After Daren when his Mommy threatened to name his future wife.

'Salsa. Stay the best, me. Wait for next month . I'm married, you.' Bathin Daren's.

Daddy Varro just smiled faintly. Heard the wife say the sacred word. Words that refer to the threat. Varro knew it was a joke. Daddy Varro is happy, warm and perfect with the view in front of him now.

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While in the other corner. Diego and Luna were staring at the food provided to tourists with the VVIP facility. Turkish food, typical Turkish food that evokes the taste.

Their tongues both licked their own lower lips, respectively.

It feels like saliva will drip suddenly if not in command.

"Sir Diego, this is delicious . That's also." Point Luna with the food on the long table. There are manti, kebab, dondurma, baklava, chopsticks, simit, kofte, monemen and many more.

"Yes, Non. But I want to go kebab. Others are like strangers to me." said Diego by taking two meat kebabs he put on a plate.

"Don't call me 'non', Brother. Usually, call names or what cakes." Luna protested loudly.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid if I'm disrespectful to name only. Missy. Miss is the sister of my Boss." Tukas Diego by landing his bok©ng into the Cappadocia-style rattan chair.

Criet. The sound of that soft rattan chair. "Just change your sister's name to me." said Luna did not want to know. All requests must be submitted.

Diego, who has long served with the Dominique family. It feels very lucky. They are all very kind and nurturing. Care about what condition Diego has in his family. Which only comes from middle-down families. A sickly mother and a father who has died since he was a child, as well as a younger sister who needs his attention.

"Can I call you Adek?" asked Diego carefully, turning to the 22-year-old girl beside him.

Luna nodded as she put food into her mouth. "By dong, Brother Diego." The answer.

"Alright, Grandpa. Deck Luna." Said Diego.

"Well. So dong. Brother has a girlfriend yet?." Ask Luna suddenly.

"Uhuk Uhuk". Diego coughed. He choked on the food he had been chewing. Hearing the sudden question from the Boss' sister, he was feeling puzzled. I have to answer what. What girlfriend, her. All this time he had time for work. Go every Sunday night just to refresh your mind, no.

"It's a drink first, sister." Said Luna giving one glass of water to her sister's assistant.

Gluey!. One breath. Diego spends the drink he receives from his boss's brother. "Thank you, Grandpa." Her speech.

Luna smiled. Looking at the handsome face of the assistant he had known for almost ten years. At that time Luna was still in the sixth grade of elementary school. Getting to know Diego was the most fun thing at the time. Diego is always there and accompanies him when he asks for help. Although it is difficult because you have to get permission with your brother first.

Luna received a helping hand from Diego when she was about to hand over the glass. "Nyes". Diego and Luna's fingers touched each other, there was a flow of electricity that spread to his second body.

Suddenly things became quiet and awkward. "Emmm. I-I'm sorry, Deck". Diego immediately threw away the awkwardness.

"I didn't intentionally" he continued.

"It's okay, brother. Let's continue eating. Go on, we're after Daddy and Mommy." Seloroh Luna's.

"Yes." Yeah." Reply Diego briefly with a nod of the head.

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Barbara and Demian finally got off the hot air balloon. Two days in Cappadocia was a lot of fun.

Just stepped two meters away from the landing balloon.

Suddenly Barbara collapsed. Demian immediately caught the body of the wife. Demian panicked at once, he patted his wife's cheek. Demian shouted to his wife. Panic attacks.

"Darling!!. Wake up! . Oh God, what's wrong with my wife, me. DARLING! . WAKE UP!!." cried Demian who could not control his emotions because he saw the wife who collapsed suddenly.

"PLEASE!. PLEASE MY WIFE!." Shouted Demian by looking at the crowd of people who were both on vacation, enjoying the beauty of Cappadocia.

Those who saw Demian in distress were overwhelmed with panic, and immediately approached the owner of the voice.

"Master. Get your wife in the security guard's car." Said one of the tourists

Without ba-bi-bu. Demian carrying Barbara bridal style. Run small to the car pointed at one of them.

Dap. The car door was closed hard. Barbara did not open her eyes. He was embraced by his handsome husband. With teary eyes. Demian rubbed his wife's head gently. The brow of old Barbara. "Honey. You why. What is sick.. Hix.. Hicks..".

Demian's tears rubbed the wife's cheek that was still closing her eyes.

The driver who was in the car was staring at Haru. Seeing Demian who hugged his wife tightly. Feeling a warm harmony in front of the eyes.

"Sizi burada verilen klinige gotuecegim, efendim" said the driver using the Turkish language.

(I'll take you to the clinic provided here, sir.")

"Pull. Teasekkur ederim, efendim. Rahatsiz ettiysem kusura bakmayen." reply Demian similarly use Turkish language. Demian who indeed mastered various languages, did not find it difficult to talk to outsiders.

("All right. Thank you very much sir. Sorry, if I'm troublesome.")

"Sakin olun efendim. Yardimyma olan ziyaretcilere yardim etmek benim gorevim. Umarim karniz bir an once uyanir ve her time saglidir."

("Let's just relax, sir. It is my duty to help visitors who need my help. May your wife be awake and healthy always.")

"Aamiyne.. Two icing tekekurler." reply Demian.

("Aamien.. Thank you for that.")

Demian smiled. And he just realized that he had to contact Mommy and his Daddy.

"Mom.. We're heading to the nearest clinic, please come here. Barbara fainted earlier Mom. I'm afraid anything's happened to him". Demian said wryly by ending his phone call.

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