Wife For Faith

Chapter 95

The woman who had just finished reaching the peak of worldly pleasures was now re-wearing her clothes. The face looks satisfied at the service of his bed partner–Rasya.

"Why rush once? Don't you want to continue the next round?" The man who only goes to his innocent body to the extent of the stomach, while the upper part of his body is left alone.

"Be quiet! You made me want to hit that songong of yours in the face!" Trisa buttoned her shirt one by one, then put her blazer back on the floor. "Well, you throw where my skirt is, huh!"

Rasya put his shoulders. "Come on, I don't know."

Those eyes immediately glanced sharply at the man on the bed. "Find it!" his word does not want to be disputed.

"Haish! You make me who is looking at the creation of God is disturbed," muttered Rasya because his preoccupation is disturbed. His feet came down from the bed to look for him.

Trisa only plotted her two lazy eyeballs with Rasya's shameless attitude. Relax by simply wearing *************** only. "disgusting! Next time go to the doctor and make your little one so that it can satisfy me even more!" spicy sneers.

Rasya grinned. His hand was now holding the span skirt of his bed partner, then the eye was staring right into the brown eyes with a seductive look. "Anything for My Princess," she replied, then groaned seductively.

Honestly, there was a sense that as long as Rasya kept for the woman in front of him. However, as if he knew who he was dealing with then all that happened was love in pseudo.

This trisa is a dominant woman and a lover of pretty high beds. This woman was rarely gentle, nor allowed her partner to be passive. Although he is dominant, but he also likes an aggressive man to be able to keep up with his game.

They are the champions in this. He is so confident because he is the only bed partner Trisa who still survives to this day. For others, it was imposed by the woman herself. Of course it makes the 21-year-old man feel on the clouds.

Rasya is a student at a university who works as a gig*l* at the Royal Dis club. All this time his friends only knew if the man worked in a star restaurant so his salary was quite a lot. They don't know what the originals are.

Even if the secret must be revealed it is also not a big problem for him. As long as the money kept flowing into his account, Rasya did not care about the other people's talk. He also did not contribute anything to his life.

“I'm sure I didn't satisfy you?” The fingers smoothly trace the partner's jaw. Luring the woman back to feel the worldly delights.

“Br*ngs*k! Why do you always make me can't refuse you, hm!” Trisa who was easily provoked, immediately brought the man's body back into bed to continue the session somehow.

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Meanwhile, in a house, precisely in the garden behind the Baseer family home. A young mother stands, holding her baby. The lips continued to chant sholawat to deliver the child to sleep.

Unfortunately the baby is not asleep, Maira just can not close her eyes and also chattering as if snag mother is inviting her to chat. Fatimah who saw it also smiled. Then, he also occupies a chair that is specifically placed next to the mango tree.

“Masya Allah, this umma child is very smart, hm. It was sleepy, loh. Why now it is even busy inviting umma to chat. Very smart Khumairaku. Here, this chubby cheek is kissed!”

Fatimah kept asking her son to talk. He did not even hesitate to tease the little one by tickling Khumaira's stomach. They both look so loose as if the problem that some days is whack it has disappeared.

Aiman had even tried to find his relatives, to his old house. But again the result is nil. The middle-aged woman seemed to disappear like swallowed by the earth until it was very difficult to find.

“Ummaya!” The voice from the middle room stopped Fatimah's hand intending to tickle her son again. Smile was immediately stretched wide when knowing the husband had returned home.

“Abi, we're behind!” fatimah Reply.

He had a hard time moving because Khumaira would cry. Fatimah welcomed her husband with a big smile and kissed the back of her hand. “What has abi eaten?”

“Not yet. Have you eaten yet?” The man's hands combed the hair of Fatimah which today is not covered with her hijab, then frowned long the top of that head.

Fatimah shook her head, then smiled as she felt the warmth given by Aiman. Somehow he was a little sad, especially after seeing the face of the man who was like losing the rays of life and this certainly had something to do with the disappearance of the mother.

“What Mom hasn't met too, Bi?” The two men were sitting next to Khumaira in Aiman's lap, while Fatimah was on her left. Hassan himself has not returned home from teaching at TPQ near their residential complex mosque.

The lips breathed out its heavy breath. Fatimah knew that this was very hard for Aiman. He has also contacted his friends several times to help find the whereabouts of his beloved mother, but until now has not been found.

“Entah, Darling. Abi really doesn't know where mom went.” That face looked gloomy, even for a smile alone the man was difficult. However, the baby did not let his parents grieve for too long, Khumaira then chatted with baby language that would make everyone amazed.

Just like what Aiman did. The father of two was starting to smile and it was all thanks to the adorable behavior of his second child. Tired and depressed mood began to disappear little by little, replaced with a happy laugh with his beloved child.

"Abi, have you tried asking the woman?" Fatimah conveyed what was on her mind. "Either why I feel that the mother is with him."

"Are you asking me to meet that woman?" Aiman's face instantly turned flat at the thought of having to meet Trisa. "If I'm told to choose .. I'd rather be here with you than go see her!"

"But, Bi …."

"Ummaya, do you want to challenge me?"

The woman also nodded. The couple is now sitting in a chair, doing nothing. Khumaira even seemed to get bored with the attitude of his parents and chose to sleep on the lap of the father.

"I'm sorry!"

"Hm!"

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