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Om Sama Onti Dating

11.

Dara just closed the call after contacting her mother, Ratna. The woman turned to her husband with pursed lips because she was not happy with the news she had just received. Not as expected.

“Why, Buuu?” kekeh Alif saw his wife like that, “birds Dara.”

“They want to come here, but only present as guests. Because Razka refused to come, he wanted to climb the same friends to the mountain. Huh, it turns out more important his friends than his brother's same-to-be niece himself,” lamented by folding hands. “Awas only if you ask for money, do not pites his head. Just playing with his friends can come out money, ha?” the woman continued to grumble, because Dara missed her so much.  

“Where are his friends going?” ask Alif.

“Need healing to the mountains.”

“Yes yes, here where there is a cool, nice place. City people only escape to the top,” said Alif not intended to defend his sister, but trying to position himself as Razka. “The end of the semester does need healing after thinking hard about facing the exam. On average, to the mountains. If you enter the city, it will be even more difficult. I also want to ride the dirt bike to the hill, but baby, now I can't. Must take care of his wife.”

Dara sat on Alif's lap and spoiled up there, intending to seduce him to be allowed to go home for a moment, “I miss them. We rarely go back to Semarang. I met them two months ago.”

“You want to go home?” tanya Alif offers. The very thing he was waiting for.

Dara nodded. Inwardly he cheered because this time it seemed like he was getting a good signal.

“Alright, we'll be there next week. While honeymoon.”

Dara instantly interrupts, “Honeymoon alone teruuus, no holidays club.”

Alif raised his eyebrows with a gaze that was difficult to decipher. For him, as long as there is time with his wife, he will use the opportunity as well as possible. Have fun, joke around, until it often ends up hot.

Falling in love is not forbidden, and she has felt it for several times as a teenager. Also has often been in a relationship secretly without the knowledge of his parents to keep their good name.

But to be more intense or physically touching, he only felt now when with Dara and only to this woman he channeled his orgasm.

It turns out true what people say, dating after marriage is more beautiful— like what he feels today, although his way to get Dara is really very anti-mainstream. Down payment before buying.

The next day, Umi Ros, Vita, along with the people of the house began to prepare the event for later in the afternoon. All busy passing by, some make food, get rid of items that if annoying, put up a backdrop, also contact loved ones, ask him to attend this event. Luckily this house and the yard are very spacious, so it is estimated to be enough to accommodate all guests, without the need to add additional tents.

“Umi?” call Vita make the middle-aged woman stop passing, “Umi cook also in the back? Didn't we order everything catering service?” she was astonished because her mother-in-law looked half-dry. Back and forth like an iron. He is old, but when it comes to energy, beuhh. Don't ask.

“Umi only makes wet cakes for extra. Fear less, Son. Many guests. Abah wants to invite his friends, he said. Since the pandemic, the elderly fathers rarely gather, so want to gather here,” explained Umi Ros made Vita nodding his head.

Abah often invites his fellow Hajj friends in the garden behind the house. There are plenty of activities to do in addition to enjoying the fresh air. Because this house is not only facilitated with a large garden in a large fish pond, but also a badminton court and archery equipment.

Umi and Abah are deliberately providing complete facilities like this so that their grandchildren will feel at home playing at home without having to crawl outside looking for a place to play.

While Dara herself was in the room, trying to learn to wear a rectangular hijab. For preparation later in the afternoon and the plan will be used next. Either got inspiration from where, obviously, he wanted to hijab. Because in addition to obligations, the hijab turns out to be beautiful to look at, can emit a positive aura, also protected from slander and various crimes of the world.

“How the hell, wear it?” he muttered, then took off again. He had folded it properly, but when in use, there was just a bend in the front so it looks uncomfortable to see.

“No, gini again. Bete ah, long-long.” Finally Dara gave up, she chose to put it on the bed. Though he has seen a tutorial on how to wear a rectangular hijab on youtube and looks easy. But trying, it was hard too.

“Si Pitut where, huh? Is he busy?” he muttered as he looked around from the crack of the door. But there are only twins who are playing lego in the middle of the room. Rayyan wasn't with them because the boy was going to tutoring with his dad.

Dara came out with some hijab to ask to be taught to wear the cloth by Vita.

“Hi handsome kids, beautiful, Where's your hot mom?”

“Mama again take milk, Umal same Moja lapel,” replied Umar.

“Ah, you mah indeed his job eating only, so fat.”

“Onti bring hijab, want to learn with your Mama, little girl.”

“Moja wants to pinyam,” the boy showed two fingers.

“Why should it be two?” kekeh Dara's. “One day yes, Beautiful ...”

“Hu’um.”

Dara gave it up which was actually used by Mauza to wrap around her tiny body.

“Patai dress.”

Again Dara chuckles to tease him. “Pete dress?”

“Patai dress,” said Mauza again clarified although still sounding the same in her ears.

“Where is pete dress?”

“Ontinya ndak dengel,” grumbled Mauza.

 Before long, Vita came out of the room with two bottles of milk in her hand. “Dar..” greet the woman.

Dara asked, “Are you busy?”

“Not really, what is it?”

“Hehee ... teach me to wear this.” Dara showed me the item she had brought from the room.

“Eh, do you want to wear hijab?” ask Vita enthusiastically. His face turned very happy.

Dara nodded shyly.

“Alhamdulillah .. I'm glad you want to wear it. May Istiqamah yes.” The woman sat down next to Dara and called her two children to drink her own milk. Only then did he teach Dara how to wear the easiest hijab for beginners.

Vita smiled at the results of her work. Dara looks more graceful with her new appearance now. In his heart he was very grateful for this positive change of his sister.

It turns out that true association is very influential. The Apostle was once efficacious, “If we make friends or hang out with a perfumed oil seller, it may give you perfumed oil, or you can buy perfumed oil from it, and if not, then you can buy perfume from it, you still get the smell of fragrance from him.”

Like her old self. If he had not married Yudha and met this family, he would not have been able to become what he now understands to be.

“Oh, look, yeah. Simplest. How did I see the video even ribet,” said Dara saw herself from the mirror reflection. And right at that very moment, Alif went up to approach. The man chuckled at the new appearance of his wife.

“Hajjah Bu—rung Dara,” he said sounds annoying in Dara's ears. Makes the woman upset.

“Ih, sebeeeel!” the woman ran to pinch her husband, “you mocked me, huh?”

“Om same Onti main kejal-jalan,” muttered The twins instantly plucked the milk dot.

“Om pacalan ya?” ask Umar to Mauza.

“Sst,” Vita stop them, “drink more milk, Spend.”

Tare... Alif, you're making my children's eyes stained!!