Wa Story My wife
The Part 36
It has been three days Anjar served outside the city, Puspa who is still accompanied by his mother and sister, and Cantika who has lived with Puspa
Mother had told Cantika her past, but there was something she could not accept, namely Puspa as her brother was the wife of the man she loved. Anjar was the first man to make Cantika unable to turn her heart to another man. The charm of the adult man who was helping her at the time, and the small concerns of her, made Cantika fall in love and want to have her. But unfortunately the man was married, and worse, his wife was his own brother. He is increasingly envious of Puspa, who has a perfect life, has intact parents from childhood, a career that suits his ideals, a handsome husband, good and also more than enough treasure.
"So nduk, tomorrow you can go back to Semarang?" ask me when I am enjoying dinner together
"Yes ma'am, Anjar tonight is back from out of town, I can go home"
"Cantika, you also come with me to Semarang?"
"Other times ma'am, two more days of my vacation, I have to go back to my education"
"Yes, I'm waiting in Semarang, your father is also eager to meet"
"But I've seen me in vidio call ma'am"
"Dear dear" replied the mother
Puspa hopes that with this blood relationship, Cantika stops pursuing her husband, but not with Cantika, he really still wants to have Anjar, until he secretly makes a plan.
When Puspa was washing the dishes they used to eat, suddenly the figure of Anjar appeared from behind.
"Mas is home, I don't hear the sound of his car"
"You're daydreaming dear" Anjar replied
"Let's finish it"
"Get it go, stay a little, better take a bath, then come down again I ready for food
"Live a little what dear, there are still many tuh" said Anjar while flicking Puspa's hand from the foam attached.
"Some don't have to prepare food, mas already had dinner last night before going home"
After Puspa's hand was clean of foam, Anjar grabbed a tissue to dry it, then Puspa grabbed Anjar's hand and kissed the back of her hand
Not realizing that there was a pair of reddened eyes holding back jealousy, when Cantika was about to throw garbage in the kitchen, making Cantika stop for a few seconds and then turn back to the room with her hand still holding the trash
"You just go up, ready to wear clothes, after this mas nyulua"
Puspa walked a little slowly, because he felt his waist a little pain, maybe because it was too cape.
Anjar had finished washing dishes, he immediately stepped foot after the wife who had been in the room since a few minutes ago, when going up the stairs, he was going to climb, his gaze was fixed on the figure of a woman who was dressed very minimally, a tangtop with a subordinate of shorts so that her smooth thighs seemed so obvious, but Anjar was really not interested in the sight, either, he was more interested in the body belonging to his wife, which was no less smooth than Cantika.
"Attomans"
"I've heard the story of mother and mba Puspa" said Cantika "mba Puspa told me to stay here"
"Oh so, yes already consider it your own home" Anjar replied as he passed from the front of Cantika, without caring about the gaze of Cantika who knew nothing, only Cantika who knew.
The air temperature tonight is a little cold, Puspa and Anjar who are already on the mattress with a leaning sitting position at the head of the bed, Anjar unite the fingers of his left hand with the fingers of his right hand belong to Puspa, they tell each other, especially Anjar who is eager to hear the story about Cantika until she is now in her home.
"At that time I contacted Cantika mas, told her to come here, where she explained about her mother's past, Cantika was a little surprised by Mother's story, because of how Cantika was, it is he who has taken the father from the mother.
"If Cantika knew that her mother had taken someone's husband, why now would she really want to take a mas from you?" ask Anjar
"That's a matter of heart mas" replied Puspa while squinting his eyes.
"Keep" said Anjar curious
"Yes, I kept telling Cantika to stay here"
"Is Cantika also being nice in front of mom?"
"I think so mas, it looks like mother also loves Cantika very much"
"So how do you keep papi?" do you take good care of him, do you always eat on time, rest enough, drink milk and so on?" ask Anjar
"Tonight I haven't had milk, I'm down first"
Puspa immediately shook his blanket
"Eitss where are you going?"
"Bikin milk mas"
"Make it, you wait here"
Before leaving, Anjar kissed his wife's forehead briefly
Cantika just looked closely, watching Anjar who was making a glass of milk
to his wife
"Lucky once mba Puspa has a husband as good as Anjar mas" Inner Cantika
Didn't Anjar see me here?" tanya Cantika made Anjar stop the movement of stirring milk
"Look" Anjar replied
"See why Anjar isn't looking at me?"
"What am I looking at you for?" asked Anjar while keeping milk in the cupboard and passed away leaving Cantika, but for a moment Anjar stopped and turned her body
"Cantika, please condition your clothes if you live in my house" said Anjar then immediately walked up the stairs
"Mas Anjar must not be strong enough to see my body" muttered Cantika, an idea was caught in his brain
"It's a shame to tell your sister not to get scantily dressed if she's at my house" Anjar said in her room, then handed her a glass of milk.
"Yes, I'll tell Cantika"
Puspa drank his milk until barren and handed the empty glass to her husband
"Loh mas kok put on the nightstand, why not bring it to the kitchen first"
"That's business later, now there's more important business"
"What?" tanya Puspa while looking at Anjar with a sharp look
Without Aba-aba Anjar controlled Puspa's body, was on it, but still aware that there was a baby in his wife's stomach, unbuttoned clothes one by one.
Three days outside the city, making Anjar hold orgasm, so he can not hold it anymore at this time.
After having a husband and wife relationship, both quenched their thirst that they held for three days, they fell asleep knitting dreams until morning.
This morning Anjar was tidy in his office suit, he walked down the stairs to the dining table, there looked mother, Cantika, akbar and also the Wife, who was sitting waiting for him.
"Good morning ma'am?" greet Anjar to her mother-in-law while pulling a chair beside her Wife
"Good morning son" What time did you get home last night?
"Around 9 ma'am"
"I'm sorry I slept when you got home"
"It's okay mom"
"What do you want to eat"? tanya Puspa
"That's what you eat, baby?"
"This is typical Semarang mas chicken porridge?"
"Yes, I want that too"
Only the voice of Puspa and Anjar were mutually unpretentious in the dining table
"When will you be home at what time?"
"Jam two mas"
"Would you take me to the station?" tanya Puspa
"Will you come home today, Mom?" tanya Anjar while looking at mom
"Yes son, pity you've been in your mother's house for a week, Akbar has also started school"
"What time is it to the station?"
"After dzuhur"
"I'll take mom"
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