1000 HOURS WITH YOU
Meet Dimas' Parents

At exactly 5 p.m., Irina and Allegra just returned from the salon. Two beautiful women of different ages look elegant and more glowing after doing treatments that spend no small amount of money.

Aslan had been waiting in the courtyard of the house, since this afternoon paced back and forth with fret, plus his stomach continued to churn like in the stirring that continued to torment him because he had to go back and forth to the bathroom. Seeing his wife get out of the car, Aslan ran to her and hugged her tightly.

"Dear, I missed you. Why so long?!" aslan protested while clutching his wife tightly.

"Sorry, but let me go first. I can't breathe" Irina asked her husband.

"Eh, yes, I'm too excited. But, I don't want to let go of you, I want to keep hugging you like this." Aslan simply loosened his embrace, slipping his face down his wife's neck, inhaling the scent of his wife's body that always kept him calm.

Irina let out a long sigh, resigned to her husband's attitude. And also patiently facing her super spoiled husband.

Allegra had been a silent witness to the couple's romance and exclaimed, "big baby basics!"

Aslan looked at her mother as a child while sticking out her tongue, "Mama has kidnapped my wife all day! I can't be far from Irina. Mama's granddaughter is very outrageous because it has made her Daddy nauseous all the time, and will feel calm if he is near her mommy," explained Aslan in an annoyed tone, then rubbed his wife's stomach still flat.

"Yes .. yes, because you deserve it!" allegra replied as she walked up to Irina, then lowered her half, aligning her face with Irina's stomach. He stroked his daughter-in-law's stomach and said, "Grandson Oma is indeed very great, and tormented your Daddy to the point of drowning, he he he he."

"Ma!" reprimand Aslan, for not accepting the words of his mother.

"What?" allegra answered while raising his shoulders together, looking indifferently at his son, then walked into the house with relaxed steps.

"Darling, don't be so angry" said Irina, calming her husband, who was visibly upset.

"How could I not be angry if .." Aslan's words stopped when Irina kissed her lips.

"Have you felt better?" irina asked after the kiss came off.

"Now it's much worse. The giant worm hiding behind my boxer began to wake up and wanted to be satisfied. You have to take responsibility, dear," whispered Aslan right by his wife's ear.

Irina smiled at him, "then we should go to the room now," Irina whispered back as she rolled one eye at her husband.

Aslan heard it was glad not to be a bitch, then immediately pulled his wife's hand into the house, towards their room.

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"Well, am I beautiful? Emh ... How do I look? Is it polite?" meyda asked Dimas who was focusing on driving the car.

Dimas smiled, turning his head for a moment at this beautiful woman beside him. "You've been so beautiful and polite, I love your new look" Dimas replied honestly, staring at his lover wearing a covered garment. Meyda today wears a white long-sleeved blouse, which is paired with black long jeans. Meyda's appearance was very different as usual who always wore open clothes.

"Seriously? But, I feel uncomfortable," Meyda replied while combing her long hair which is now jet black, because before Meyda's hair was rose gold.

"You have to get used to it, honey," said Dimas as he gently stroked the head of his lover.

"Anything for you, Ayang," Meyda replied sincerely.

For a moment they were silent, dissolving in each other's thoughts. Meyda thought about the response of both parents Dimas. While Dimas now imagines marrying Meyda then having a cute and adorable child.

"Whoa, did we buy a hand for your parents first? I mean, it's not nice to meet your parents but not bring anything, at least my first meeting with your parents should give a good impression" Meyda told Dimas.

"Darling, both my parents were very kind. They don't need our souvenirs, because they don't like them very much." Dimas's answer made Meyda feel astonished, but she did not want to bother. It could be that both parents Dimas did not like souvenirs.

"We're almost there" said Dimas, turning his head and smiling at Meyda.

Meyda nodded slowly in response, squeezing her hands in turn, as nervousness struck her feelings again.

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Dimas and Meyda stood in a row, their eyes glued to the front. Meyda rubbed her tears profusely soaking her cheeks, then turned to look at Dimas with a look of sadness.

"Dad, Mother, I hope you give us your blessing. This is Meyda, my future wife. She's a very beautiful, kind, and perfect woman. I'm so crazy about him."

Meyda shifted her standing position, approaching Dimas. He grabbed one of the man's hands and held it tightly.