Waiting for your Love to Grow

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"My husband loves me!", exclaimed Nabila in his heart, seconds after examining her husband's words earlier.

The clear liquid just escaped from the woman's eye patch. Not because he was sad, even on the contrary, he was very happy to find that fact. Because during marriage, never said the word love from the lips of the man for him.

Nabila immediately ended his tea, then walked quickly to the second floor, precisely to his room. The woman slowly turned the doorknob, then entered it when the door of the room was partially open and enough as a way for her to pass.

She was a little disappointed, when she could not find her husband in their room, even though she had looked for him in the bathroom in the room, or the balcony that at that time looked dark because the lights were not on.

With her pace now down, Nabila decided to get out of the room and walk to where she believed her husband was. That is Denis's work room, which became a place where her husband could stand for a long time in the house, in addition to in their room with romantic laughter.

Nabila went into her husband's office, which was before she knocked the door was partially open, without waiting for permission from her husband.

The woman's eyes seemed to warm when the figure she was looking for turned out to be right in that place. "Mas", call Nabila melodious, along with Denis who is busy stuffing items that appear scattered on his desk into a drawer.

Denis gave a warm welcome to his woman with a flimsy smile. He got up from his seat, picked up his wife who was across the table.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Denis asked while tucking some of Nabila's hair that covered her face behind her ears.

"Not sleepy, mas", replied Nabila warm.

"You're not angry, are you? I'm sorry, honey?" Denis said, who then flanked his wife's head with both palms, before giving a soft peck on the woman's forehead.

"Why should I apologize? I should be the one apologizing, ma'am. It was too childish" said Nabila who then wrapped her hands around her husband's body, while her head rested on the chest of the field, which belonged to the man.

Still with the same position, with a single blow now Nabila is in the sling Denis. Looping her hands around her husband's neckline, while inhaling the scent of her husband's body for two weeks makes her crazy, to the extent that several times she forbade her husband to work because he did not want to stay far away.

Denis gently laid his wife on the bed, before her burly body rested the woman with both her hands and knees as a pedestal.

Staring at his beautiful wife lingered, making his passion rise. Buried his lips on the lips of his wife thin, feel the pleasure that has begun to rise to the crown, because of the mischievous behavior of his hands that began to slip behind his wife's clothes more or less also feel the pleasure of her husband, maybe even more than her husband.

"krucuk..krucuk..". "the voice made Denis keep his face away from his wife's face. Nabila who realized what was happening, covered her face with her palm to cover up her embarrassment.

Denis smiled faintly at his wife's behavior. He tried to pull his wife's hand from her face, with seductive intent. "Why closed? Let's open!" Her speech.

"aaa.... " Nabila's voice is spoiled at once embarrassed. The woman was still trying to keep her hand to cover her face despite Denis trying to open it.

"You hungry, baby?" Ask Denis, who has now stopped his act to tease his wife. Nabila only answered with a nod, but still shy.

Denis corrected his position, he sat next to his wife who was still lying down. Gently stroked his wife's head, "Want to eat again?" Ask Denis.

"Can?" Said Nabila who now did not cover his face anymore.

"Did I ever forbid you to eat?" Denis said while pulling Nabila's nose.

"That's midnight, baby. If I eat later, how fat? Just said love, ntar see I'm fat no longer love" said Nabila while flicking her lower lip and moving to sit.

"Your silliness, dear" pecked at his wife's forehead. "Indeed I said, if you're fat, I don't like him anymore?" Further.

"Some later when you are pregnant, it must also be fat. But__", Denis suddenly fell silent and did not continue his speech.

"Nothing! You want to eat what can I eat?" Denis tried to distract. He got up, then took his cell phone that was on the nightstand.

"So what, baby?" Denis said as he shifted his phone screen, struggling with a food ordering app.

Nabila shook her head, while looking at Denis with a clear glance. "No, want!" Her speech.

"Continue?" Denis asked, looking at Nabila with a curious look.

"I want you to make the food" said Pampered Nabila.

"What do you want to eat? Don't be so hard!" Denis said.

"It's easy, baby" Smile Nabila. "I want to eat honey toast, given a raisin that is very buanyakk" said Nabila while wetting his lips with his tongue.

"That's all?" Denis said, and Nabila nodded.

"Wait here I made it!" Denis orders while walking out of the room.

"No way, I'm coming" said the spoiled Nabila. She hurriedly followed her husband.

As long as her husband was busy making food for her, Nabila could not keep quiet. She kept following her husband, sometimes strutting on his arm or hugging him. Denis was a little distracted, but he tried not to protest.

When she ate her husband's bread voraciously, she even had to make Denis cook it back, when two of Denis's previous buns ran out in an instant, but she still wanted it again.

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The rest of the water from Denis's hair that was still slightly wet and hit Nabila's face, when Denis kissed her cheek, made the woman forced to open her eyes.

The love affair with the husband, which occurred after dawn, made her limp, so she fell back asleep and woke up later than her husband.

"Want to work, baby?" Said Nabila who saw her husband was dressed neatly minus a suit. The woman is now sitting leaning on the head of the bed with the body wrapped in a blanket.

"Yes dear" Denis replied as he started wearing his suit. "There was an important meeting this morning" he added.

"But you haven't had breakfast" said Nabila.

"I had breakfast in the office" Denis said.

Cupp....Denis kissed Nabila's forehead at a glance, then******soft charming lips belonging to his wife, before leaving. Nabila had advised her husband to come home quickly, before the man was really not seen again.

After her husband left, Nabila immediately rose to clean up, before struggling again with her daily work.

As of this moment, after finishing with her breakfast, she rushed over with some cleaning tools, getting inside her husband's study. As he had planned last night, that this morning, he would clean the room. Because ever since she had to go back and forth to her mom's house to look after her, she had missed cleaning the room several times.

Nabila tidying up some of the items on the table and intend to save some of them to the drawer so that the table does not seem too full. However, when he had just pulled the drawer, something caught his attention. A small rectangular white paper, which he had once kept similar.

With a trembling hand, he took the paper. Her knees suddenly limp like unjointed, forcing her to drop her body on her husband's swivel chair, when her eyes clearly read the name written on the paper.