Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 32

" 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.

I saw the clock that was plastered in front of my eyes. Jam gadang which became an icon of high hills.

And all this time I could only look at social media.

" Oh, can you take a picture?"

" May dong yang." Amal took his cell phone out of his pocket.

" Come, I'll be the photographer." General mas Saying.

Zuwita and I began to style in front of Gadang clock. I don't care if anyone thinks this is too much. After being satisfied we took to bwr shop negligee also t-shirts that read high hills and Gadang clock as later for souvenirs. After feeling tired we filled the middle village and immediately looked for lodging.

***

I'm giving milk to Wita, "get tired huh? Wanna go home?" I asked Zuwita to speak.

Zuwita was busy drinking his milk until the last drop.

We took a shower and were lying down. Tired of this body. I also felt like my body wanted a fever.

" Daddy?" Call me while facing Amal.

Amal did not say, only his eyebrows were raised.

" Tomorrow we'll just go home, okay?"

" why? Tired huh?" Ask about Charity.

" Yes, we continue the picnic next year. Let's take mom, aunt and om." Saying again.

" Yes dear. Not forcing. We can get here only mas already seneng.sekali." mas Amal stroked my cheek.

I don't know because we're all too tired to fall asleep.

****

In the morning, we decided to go home. Besides I feel tired, I also feel sorry for Zuwita. It seems like he is tired. Hopefully next year we can come back to this place with a number of members who are together.

After traveling for hours, we finally arrived at my mother's house. Mother opened the door, and immediately took Zuwita out of my hands.

" Dear.grandmother is very much with you. Some days no one bothers grandma, grandma's house is lonely. once." Mother poured her heart out to Zuwita.

This sweet boy just laughed until his legs wiggled.

" Today's bad with grandma, baby."

I immediately took Zuwita to his room.

Amal and I looked at each other. Not long ago Amal blinked his eyes next to and pointed at the room.

I was just shaking my head at Amal's behavior.

Because it was night, I cleaned my body. The most important thing is not to emit the smell when adjacent to the mass Amal later.

I came out of the bathroom with a towel.

Charity approached me with something in his hand, "for you!"

" What is this mas?" I received a soft black cloth and opened it. How shocked I was when I touched the cloth given by the mass of Charity. A mini dress. Ah, this cloth often passes on my social veranda, I forget its name.

" wear!" Mas Amal hugged me for a while, then he went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Long time I thought to dare to wear clothes given by the mass Amal.

Wear, no, wear, no, wear, no...

With the weight of my heart, I also wear mass-gifting clothes Amal.

I have seen my look in the mirror a few times.

" Relief, why the hell should there be a dress like gini?" I murmured in my heart.

I heard the bathroom door was opened, it meant that Amal was ready to take a shower. I immediately took a thousand steps up onto the bed and into the blanket. There is a sense of shame if later Amal sees me in mini clothes like this.

I pretended to be asleep.

The bed in the room creaked, a sign that he had gone up. He sleeps beside me, his breath so close to me. My heart became an erratic dag dig dug. The next second Amal had entered into the blanket I was wearing to cover my body.

" Sexy." He whispered.

I did not respond to Amal's words, but he became more aggressive. Oh Allah, this is so much a newlywed. Don't know tired, don't know tired, don't think it's night.

" There is no Zuwita among us." Mass whisper Amal again.

And tonight there was a repeat of husband and wife worship between the two of us. There was a satisfied face that emanated on the face of Amal. Who would have thought his relationship with Sabrina was only limited to helping. Lucky for me, because it turns out Amal is still a virgin, only her status is widower.

Finished having sex Amal sleeps while hugging me. It turns out this is what the Princess said at that time, some sleep hugging. I actually feel it myself.

Amal slept well, and I was still awake. I grabbed the phone beside me. I haven't opened social media in a long time. I opened the blue logo app. Don't forget I shared our moment of sightseeing yesterday.

After the drowsiness came to attack finally I was sound asleep in the mass decapan Amal.

***

The sound of the dawn adhan reverberated from the mosque which was not far from the mother's house. I wake up and take a shower. Not to forget I woke my husband up to go to the mosque for congregational prayer.

It is not too difficult to wake up Amal because he is accustomed to performing dawn prayers.

Mas Amal was going to the mosque, while I immediately carried it out at home.

Alhamdulillah, have a partner who can really guide me, Insha Allah can get to Heaven Allah.

I started a housewife activity for the first time at home mom. Turns out I lost fast with mom.

" Mom, what are you cooking today?" I was sitting next to my mother who was slicing chilies and onions.

" Sweep squid only yes, you can help mom make clear vegetables for Wita yes. The ingredients are already in the fridge." Say mother again.

I immediately took carrots, potatoes and there are pieces of chicken, mother also told me what spices are used.

" Mom, thank you for teaching Zahra how to cook." There was a sense of need to see the kindness of a very sincere mother to me.

" No need to thank, it is the duty of the mother as a parent. I used to be like you, not good at anything." Answer mom again.

We laughed together too.

Then the mother continued sauteing the squid, "Zah, please look at Zuwita in the mother's room. Wake up yet."

I walked to my mother's room to see the cute baby.

And it turns out he's awake. I carried her and took Wita out of mom's room.

" Umi's son is awake? We take a bath, yes, the smell of asem.." I kissed this cute baby armpit, Wita looked keen.

I brought Wita to the bathroom, after I finished immediately I put on clothes so as not to get cold.

" Well, Umi's son is beautiful." I fuss alone with Wita.

Mas Amal has returned from the mosque and joined us.

" Easy deck, already there Umi, already there are shower adek early in the morning. Someone made milk early in the morning. Morning gini adek uda scented kayak Abi." Amal glanced at me with a flirtatious smile.

" It's not just Wita who is happy, Abi is happy too." Amal whispered to both of us. Maybe I was afraid to hear my mom.

Now Wita is being invited by Amal to walk in front of the house. I immediately cleaned up the house. Don't forget I mopped this house. And finally after the struggle, all the work is ready.

" Which?" Amal called me.

" What's wrong?" I approached Amal and Wita.

" Come along, I want to buy fried food in the future." Amal and Wita were sitting on a motorcycle.

I also immediately piggybacked behind Amal mass.

Mas Amal is so friendly, along the road endlessly greet people when passing by.

Mas Amal stopped his motorbike in a fried cart.

It turns out that many are buying, still this morning we have been queuing.

While I was standing in line, in front of me was a female figure I knew.

"God, why did you have to meet this woman again?" I'm deep in heart.