Waiting for your Love to Grow

Simple Gift

Nabila went into the room, shortly after he talked with his sister on the porch of the house while waiting for the arrival of her husband who turned out to this moment was not seen the trunk of his nose.

Dinner had been missed on purpose, hoping tonight could still be dinner with her husband, even though it was past time.

Nabila landed her body on the bed. Without looking, his hand tried to grope on the pillow next to him to get something that was lying there from noon.

After the item he managed to get, he pulled his hand, so that now the item was already on it, facing his face. The clock on the phone showed at 20:48, just as his hand managed to turn it on.

Nabila breathed out of her mouth. Some thoughts about the whereabouts of her husband immediately covered on her shoulders, so that it could make her anxious. Especially this Sunday night, where Sunday night for some people is synonymous with relaxing and fun.

He should not worry, anyway Denis has said that what is done is a business anyway he has also said will go home late at night.

Nabila opened the contact menu on his phone, then chose to squeeze one name in the top row. Confusion struck him, between choosing to send a message or calling the name. However, he soon decided to call the man.

Nabila's face turned out to be disappointed when it turned out that the number he called three times was inactive. He then got out of bed and went out into the living room, after he first took a book from the bookshelf and a pillow.

He turned on the lights in the room, which half an hour ago was turned off by other residents. Then he put a pillow on the sofa and lay down there while spending sheet by sheet of the novel in his hand, until without wanting to control drowsiness whack and in the end bring it to dreamland.

The timing really showed midnight, when Denis managed to turn off the motor just in front of the modest house. He simply parked his vehicle in the yard lined with cars that are not his anymore, without fear of a thief taking over.

He was about to knock on the door of the house, but he did not so when his hands first managed to open the door of the house which was deliberately not locked so that he could directly enter without waking the occupants who had been asleep.

Denis, who had brought his body perfectly into the house, was surprised by the figure of a beautiful woman who was now closing her eyes with a book lying on her chest. However, a second later his surprised face changed instantly, he pulled both ends of his lips up.

"Basic woman! I know you will be waiting for me" Gergutu in his heart as he lifted his wife's body and took her into the room.

Denis put Nabila's body slowly on the bed, then covered the blanket on it until it was visible now only his head. Denis went back out to pick up something that he had been living in the living room because he had to carry his wife to the room.

After removing the suit and stretching the tie, Denis crept up onto the bed slowly to avoid waking his wife. He spread his body face to face with Nabila.

Denis carefully observed his wife's face while tracing with her fingers. His mind did not deny his admiration for that face.

He shifted his body closer until now their faces were no more than 10 cm apart. His resting hand was now replaced by his lips. Denis lips accents one by one part of Nabila's face so that no one is missed.

The man kissed gently his forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, and of course the lips of his wife, which felt already a positive magnet for her lips. Denis did it over and over again, without getting bored, even making him not want to end it.

Nabila's sleep was not disturbed by her husband's behavior, except for only small squirms that occasionally colored his sleep disturbed. However, Nabila's slight movement actually prompted Denis to do more than that.

Denis, who had begun to be tempted by the beautiful white body in front of him, was still trying to hold back. For him it is not yet time he spilled his passion that was stirred with his he realized it, because he believes his wife certainly did not want to do it again because of the events a few days ago that certainly still hurt his heart.

It is not the fault of Nabila indeed if his desire this time is not channeled, but because of his own stupid behavior. "I want to do it when you and I are at the peak of consciousness, baby", inner Denis while peeping with dear Nabila forehead. He then passed to the bathroom, wanting to cool his head which seemed to be about to break.

Denis immediately rolled out his alphabet, after dousing his entire body with the cold of the water tonight. His prostration of a third of the night was a manifestation of the remorseful submission of his great sin and the request that his bidadarnya be willing to open his heart to him and only to him.

"Mas Denis is home?" Ask in the heart. "Didn't I read the book ahead? Meanin?". Nabila looked towards the wall clock which at that time showed at 04.40

When she got out of bed to make sure her husband was now where. But at once his steps stopped when he was found curled up on the floor parallel to the foot of the bed in the room, very familiar.

He approached the man and squatted down to get a closer look at his face. Cuppp. I don't know where the urge to do that came from.

"Mas...wake up baby! It's dawn" Call Nabila soft with small wobbles on her husband's shoulder. This time it was something new that Nabila did. Since when did her mouth start to lightly call her husband with the term dear?

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"What is this mas?" Tanya Nabila, when her husband thrust an object wrapped in brown paper in front of her.

"Happy birthday, baby!" he exclaimed Denis, then kissed Nabila's forehead with love, making the woman's eye pelup now in the water puddle.

"Thank you mas,” said Nabila while kissing the back of her husband's hand.

"You know what, mas? I just forgot"

"It's open?"

"Hemm", Denis answered briefly, a faint smile on his lips.

Nabila opened the gift slowly, tearing one by one the parts of the paper that covered it, until finally revealed the contents in it.

"Masya Alloh very good, mas!Can I put it on?" Ask Nabila.

"May, you can put it in the office too." Answer Denis casually. Hearing her husband's words, Nabila pursed her lips and pinched the waist of her ignorant husband, making Denis laugh.

"I want to put it in my room" said Nabila.

"My room? Our room! I want this second we have just one room! Or you can put it in the living room so everyone can see it" Denis said.

What Denis said made Nabila round his eyes, in surprise. There was a sense of disbelief in what her husband was saying now, but there was a spark of happiness because of that remark.

Denis gave her a gift of a large wedding photo of them with a beautiful frame decorating it. Simple, but special to Nabila.

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