Waiting At the End of Dusk

First night

Gala fell asleep after getting tired of playing with her father. Dicko took Gala to his room to make his sleep more comfortable. Gala room has been designed according to Gala's taste so that Gala feels at home.

Dicko stepped into his room after the aunt turned off some of the lights because it was late at night and it was time to sleep. When he opened the door, Mala was not seen by Dicko, causing Dicko to panic.

"Mala, where are you?" dicko shouted a little slowly.

"I was washing my face" Mala replied.

Indeed the air tonight is rather hot and makes sultry. Moreover, he had just put Gala to sleep. Dicko had intended to take a bath after Mala had finished washing his face.

Not long after, Mala came out with her sweet smile.

"Will I take a shower? Take a shower, I cape to sleep first, " said Mala as if there was nothing wrong with her words.

Mala wants to sleep? Don't they have to do their first night tonight?

Dicko only sighed and immediately took a bath so that Mala would not fall asleep when he finished bathing. Dicko only needed five minutes to take a shower and it was the fastest shower he had taken so far. Dicko immediately put on the pajamas he used to wear while sleeping.

Dicko was stunned when he saw that Mala had fallen asleep, and he was in bed with his makeup body. Dicko didn't want to wake Mala up even though his heart wanted Mala to wake up.

Dicko lay quietly beside Mala and helped Mala put on a blanket. Dicko smiled even though his heart was in revolt. He could sleep without caring for himself who has been waiting since yesterday.

But what does it mean when compared to the wait so far. So, Dicko had to be more patient if he wanted to win Mala's heart completely.

Dicko's eyes were hard to shut. But the sleepiness began to slowly attack him. As his eyes began to slowly close.

The real Mala was just pretending to be asleep, feeling disappointed that Dicko was not trying to wake her up. Why be like Mala who hit it soon the first night. Well, Mala became upset on her own and she finally resigned herself if tonight failed again.

Mala looked at her sleeping husband in amazement. In the past, Mala never paid too much attention to her husband's face. He had an almost perfect face.

His nose is not like his own. Her hands began to touch her husband's nose from the forehead to the height of his nose.

Mala did not realize that her touch had awakened her husband. Dicko's eyes opened slowly and made Mala startled.

"Did I wake you?!" mala asked nervously.

"You have to take responsibility" Dicko replied as he looked at his wife's natural beauty.

Mala understood what her husband meant and she just smiled shyly. Dicko grabbed one of Mala's hands and put it on his chest hoping Mala knew how much this heart was already turbulent.

Mala simply smiled as a green light for Dicko to move on. Without further ado, Dicko began to act by gentle heating. His rhythm has also been set until Mala feels comfort and the peak of his passion is achieved. It was only then that Dicko sped up his rhythm until Dicko felt matchless satisfaction and enjoyment.

The inner satisfaction and satisfaction of the passion that Dicko felt, made Dicko drift and addicted to be reworked once again.

By morning, Mala got up to take a bath and woke Dicko up. After the morning prayers, Mala tried to cook for breakfast this morning.

Dicko accompanied Mala while occasionally commenting on Mala's inappropriate cooking. But Mala was just so cute.

The most important thing is the result.

Though this morning only made fried rice ala Mala. Mala asked Dicko to taste the results of Mala's cuisine. Looking at how to make it, Dicko was a bit hesitant to taste Mala cuisine. But for the sake of peace, of course, he must fight and do his best for the integrity of the family.

"Hmm, delicious. How can yes. Though I was not sure the results could be as good as this," Dicko said in praise.

Hearing Dicko's words, Mala even felt that Dicko was making fun of him. His face looked sour and he put on his pouting face. Dicko was astonished that he had said something nice and did not offend his wife at all. The cuisine has been praised. What else is wrong?

"No way" replied Mala Ketus.

"Yes already. If you don't want to smile, you want me to smile, right?" dicko said as he approached Mala.

"You want what mas?! Don't come any closer!" yelled Mala scared.

But Dicko did not care about Mala who was afraid. Dicko continued to approach her and pushed her against the wall. Dicko placed one hand against the wall holding Mala's body as he was about to step away. His sharp eyes seemed to pierce the beating heart of Mala's heart.

Dicko's one hand held Mala's chin until Mala's face was directly under Dicko's face. As fast as lightning, Dicko kissed Mala's red lips blushing without giving Mala a chance to refuse. Mala had no choice but to enjoy the warm lips of her husband.

Getting a reply from Mala increasingly makes Dicko passionate and both hands hold the head of Mala who obeyed all her husband's treatment.

"Mother's father..."

Gala's voice shocked Dicko and Mala. They were nervous and afraid Gala saw what they were doing in the kitchen.

"The gala is awake? I helped take a shower and then we had breakfast together" Mala said, gesturing to Dicko.

'What are you doing so early in the morning' said Mala's heart.

'Just want to make you smile and not be angry anymore. I have praised you but you are still upset, Dicko replied in his heart.

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The Past of the President (21+)

Blurbs :

Ameera was worried about her condition, what did an Ameera with the status she held received the love expressed by Richard just now?

"Ameera baby, why shut up? my heart churned wanting to hear an answer from you, say it! whatever it is I'm ready to take it."

"Rich, I-I am also sa-sama .. but."

"Ameera, no tapi, that's enough, I understand, I see your gaze there's love for me there."

"Richard ...."

"Ssssssssst. .. I have understood, we are one heart together have a sense of each other." Richard approached Ameera who was sitting opposite him on the living room sofa of the Jasmine Villa of the Haji Marzuki family.

Richard grabbed both of Ameera's soft white hands and kissed her, Ameera felt embarrassed pulling her slowly.

"I'm sorry Ameera, I can't express words and words like anyone else, nor am I romantic? express love at any time during working hours and also a place that is not specially designed, I do not take you to a more romantic place. But it doesn't diminish the taste I gave you I love you Ameera!"

Ameera nodded steadily.

Ameera's nods exceeded the thousands of words and poems that were so meaningful to Richard, understanding his heart was paramount, Ameera had received it with just one nod of her head and a smile that captivated Richard, who was very charming, can beat a million other words of acceptance.