Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 31

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" Which, have you ever heard of? A good man is for a good woman, and a good woman is for a good man." Say Charity again.

" Because the soul is a reflection of ourselves." I said to Amal.

" May we be of those chosen by God!"

And I accept the Mass of Charity.

Amal rubbed my cheeks gently.

It was late at night and we decided to stay at a hotel. And the most gemesnya is Wita did not wake up at all when Amal brought him to the hotel room.

I kissed her cheek and tickled her stomach hoping she would wake up, "Wita, please help Umi!" Whisper in his ear.

" Why is that still booby in the mess?" He rubbed his face on my back.

I looked at him, cup! The kiss landed on my lips.

" Daddy?"

He doesn't care about my calling. He just kept his body close to me.

Next he put his hand on my waist.

" Daddy?" I tried to regain consciousness. But failed there he was more aggressive again mengumbuk me.

I don't know who started it. What is clear is that my heart and body receive the mass touch of Amal with resignation. It is the lawful worship of husband and wife in the eyes of God. Even Amal can repeat it many times.

Is the new bride like us? So enjoyed the new heaven we felt.

" Daddy?" Call me again.

He still loves to fuck me.

" It's two in the morning. No need to rest?" God again.

" Tired huh?" Ask about Charity.

" Non-numb." Honestly answered.

" Tomorrow again, huh?" Candanya mas Amal while blinking her eyes flirtatious.

I just kissed his lips. Next I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I came out of the bathroom wearing a nightgown. Amal was sleeping next to Wita.

Before going to bed I checked the Wita pampers and replaced them. I rubbed her cheeks, Umi loves you, son. Umi promises to always be by your side, son. I don't know why my heart hurts to see Zuwita who is still a child but is forced to toughen up by circumstances.

I lay my body beside Zuwita. And after I got married to Amal, I made sure this sweet boy's life would be happy. I held her in my arms.

***

The morning has come. I immediately bathed Zuwita, we sang together. I also endlessly invite Zuwita to chat to stimulate his activity.

" Which, do you know what Wita said?" Ask about Charity.

" Yes should know dong mas, as people know we should learn." I said with confidence.

I tied Wita's hair, making Amal wonder.

" Later his head hurts.." said mass Amal fussy.

I laughed in response to Amal's words. Naturally he was worried, he did not know the ins and outs of women and little ank.

" tara's... Umi's son is beautiful.." I kissed her cheek, "fragrant again. Try de Bi, kiss her cheeks!" I deliberately familiarize Amal's getting closer to Zuwita.

Mas Amal took Zuwita from my hand, "Whoa. Abi's son is fragrant once more.beautiful again like Uminya." Amal glanced at me.

After Zuwita was taken over by the Amal mass, I immediately took a shower and prepared. I dressed simply just white toad pants in a match with a matching shirt and hood to make it easier later in caring for Zuwita. Because the child is active.

Just as we were about to get out of the hotel room, Wita suddenly looked tense, like she wanted to defecate.

Amal and I looked at each other.

Smelled less pleasant aroma of Zuwita's body, "like Wita BAB deh Yang, here's the clean one." Mas Amal wants to take Zuwita from my sling.

" I'm a mas, believe me the same Uminya Wita." I tried to convince Amal.

" Not Disgusted Yang?" Charity is doubtful of your ability.

I blinked my eyes next to each other, and next time we covered the bathroom.

" Wita BAB yes..? Did her stomach hurt? How are you feeling good now?" I went back to babbling to get Zuwita to talk.

Don't forget I applied telon oil to Wita's stomach area. I put on the diapers and pants.

" Are we ready to go, baby? Let's go!"

I bang Wita who looks carefree and wiggles her legs.

Amal rubbed the corner of his eye.

He grabbed me and hugged me, kissing the tip of my head. We hugged three

" Why cry?"

" It turns out that God has been granting prayers all along. Asking for the mas, Wita's mother was also found with an angelic hearted woman. And now the angel woman is present in the midst of the family." Vibrating already the voice of Amal's mass storytelling

" God willing, I hope Zahra can be a good woman for this family." Soft words.

We finally walked out of the hotel.

" Where are we going on a picnic? " I'm still confused.

Mas want to travel to West Sumatra. Every year friends always post their photos." Amal said excitedly.

" Are we not too long ago? What about the kids and the kids at school?" I'm trying to remind you.

" Mad's been permission for two weeks to enjoy time with you. For school...." He was silent for a moment. There was doubt on his face.

" Your father resigned." Answer the Charity.

I was surprised to hear Amal's words.

" Why resign?"

" Want to follow your trail." Answer the cengengesan Charity.

" I'm serious mas!"

" After marrying you, I want to live a relaxed life. Take care of the oil palm plantation only. Do you still want to live with a mas that is no longer in office?" Ask Amal for my opinion.

" It's up to you, most importantly for Zahra, to be comfortable with her work. And more importantly, the work is halal and not the result of stealing other people's goods." My firmness.

It was getting late, I was enjoying my trip this time with my halal lover as well as my new family. It didn't feel like we were coming to the ninth corner. I who was still pounding Wita looked amazed to see this magnificent and sturdy bridge. I never imagined that one day I would be able to set foot at nine. And now is the time. Don't forget I took a photo with Wita and Mas Amal.

Seen around the hills are growing dense trees make the atmosphere more green.

Before continuing our journey we took time to pray and rest. I also changed Wita clothes to be more comfortable later on the trip. We took turns to pray so that someone would take care of Wita.

After being satisfied at the turn of nine we continue the journey back.

" Where are we going?"I asked Amal.

" Have you ever seen a clock?" Ask Amal back.

I shook my head, "no."

" We're going to the fire hour. Maybe magrib got there. After that we just find an inn to rest." Amal said while focusing on staring at the street.

I've put the sleeping Wita in the back. Drowsiness came to attack until I fell into a deep sleep beside the mass Amal.

" Wake up!" Amal shakes my shoulder.

I opened my eyes," uda to mas?" There was a sense of disbelief until I pinched the flesh that was in my hand.

" Don't pinch baby, it'll hurt." Amal took my hand and kissed it many times.