Destiny Love Kinan (FINISHED)
057: Touch Me, Mom!

"Mas. Today's appointment takes me to the doctor, right?"

The look was still cold, never changing in the slightest.

"Can't you really go alone? I have a lot of work."

Diana grimaced. "Is it true because of work? Or because you're reluctant to drive me, Mom?"

Hamzah was silent, his consistent attitude during the marriage with Diana, almost made the woman who was pregnant with four months was inflamed, but he tried to survive.

"Silence again. I'm tired sometimes, Mom. When is our home like this? Should I just give up and let you go. Da? Is that what you want?" diana asked with a pair of teary eyes.

Hamzah's breath was not sure what the sign was. Diana wanted to keep thinking positively so that her unborn baby would not be affected by her frankly sick feelings, wanting to give up on her husband's circumstances that never looked at her.

"I don't know until when it's going to be like this. My heart hasn't changed, Di."

Diana firmly gripped her two palms. Then he ventured to challenge Hamzah's gaze. "Look at me, Mom! Just look at me, just look at me don't look at the others!" press it.

Hamzah raised his face, looked into Diana's eyes, but the look in his eyes made him fall down. "I'm sorry, Di. I can't."

But it doesn't stop there. Diana clasped Hamzah's palm tightly and placed it on her shoulder. "Touch me, Mom."

Hamzah rounded his eyes, with trembling hands he looked at Diana again. The woman was crying in front of him with trembling lips. "Touch me, do it. Try to touch me and let me be your real wife, serve you, please."

Yes, during the marriage of those who entered instead of the fourth, Hamzah had never touched Diana at all.

"I want you to do it. What is my lack for you? Wasn't that time you were also tempted by me?"

Hamzah's hand gripped Diana's shoulder tightly, but then she let go. "Don't make me want you less, Di. "

"Then kill me, Mas! You think I'm strong like this! Just kill me and let me die!!"

"Don't say that, Di. You won't succeed, no matter what you do. If you want us to separate, I will do it after the child is born. Like my promise to your two parents, to look after you as long as you're pregnant.".

Diana cried, she touched her chest that felt tight. She was no longer strong, all this time she tried to be a good wife for Hamzah, until she never let Hamzah do the slightest homework. Diana always served Hamzah for food and clothing. But, not for the inner living. Because they slept separately, only occasionally Hamzah accompanied Diana to sleep when Diana's stomach was cramped. It was just sleeping, doing nothing.

Diana did not know how else to raise her husband. He had even tried to wear sexy clothes, look as attractive as possible, but let alone touch, staring at Diana only Hamzah would not.

Until finally the item ordered by Diana from the internet came. Even if it lowers her self-esteem, Diana will do it to make her husband want to touch her.

Diana squeezed the package that had just arrived. Inside was one small bottle filled with passion-generating liquid. Her heart was sliced with pain, even for her own husband Diana had to do just that. How pilunya she, every night sleep alone, even though she has a husband. Even her husband did not want to look at her, but the husband of her neighbors often tried to tempt her, because she was beautiful and attractive. Diana did not want to show her beauty in front of other men, so she decided to wear the niqab when outside the house.

"I'm sorry. But, I really can't take it anymore, why are you such an abnormal person. Am I so disgusting to you?"

Diana poured a few drops of the liquid from the small bottle, into a glass of the drink she was going to give Hamzah. The drink was deliberately served the night, after the prayer Isya.

"Mas, please drink." Diana sat next to Hamzah in her nightgown. The usual nightgown she wore whenever near her husband.

As usual, Hamzah accepted whatever Diana offered, without asking much and never refusing to drink it. Hamzah immediately gulped down the red drink, a type of strawberry syrup.

The look on Hamzah's face changed, he frowned a little, why would Diana give him a glass of syrup at night, but she was just so sharp. The taste of the syrup did not change, because the liquid put by Diana did not change the taste at all.

"Mas, is the drink good?" diana asked with a faint smile. Hamzah just nodded slowly then he intended to stand up but Diana prevented him.

"Why is it okay if Diana asks for a foot massage? Diana's legs felt a bit sore, she said the effects of the pregnancy were getting bigger."

Hamzah nodded again, for him it is a form of attention Hamzah, even if it is just that, do not expect Hamzah will do more. His inner.

Diana smiled again, then she spread her body onto the sofa, positioning her legs to rest on Hamzah's lap.

Diana's delicate, open legs were already in front of Hamzah. Strange, Hamzah felt strange when touching Diana's delicate skin, why she also felt the heat, wanted to continue touching, not massaging, but more to stroke slowly.

Diana's heart cheered. He hoped and he was sure that what he was doing was not wrong. After all they are a married couple, they can do that. Think Diana.

Hamzah still stroked Diana's delicate skin, until the woman made similar slow noises *******.

Hamza looked at Diana. "What did you give my drink, Di!"

Hamzah's voice was a bit hoarse but also like a restrained anger.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?"

It was ten minutes from Hamzah's distance to drink the drink Diana gave him, but he began to feel the heat on his body.

"Mas, I'm not ..."

Hamzah immediately woke up when he felt the strangeness was becoming more and more. Then Hamzah went into the bathroom. Diana banged on the bathroom door as Hamzah closed it shut.

"Mas, what exactly is it?"

Diana did not expect, not even the drug igniting passion worked on her husband.

"Mas, why is it like this?" diana asked again while banging on the bathroom door.

In the bathroom Hamzah just kept controlling himself, he had no idea what was happening to him. His body suddenly hardened and urged him, he was shocked, he couldn't possibly want to fuck Diana just like that right?

"What Diana put in my drink, this is really weird."

"Mas Hamzah, don't be like this. Diana's confused. What's wrong with Mas? "

Diana's voices made Hamzah unable to control himself. He opened the bathroom door and saw Diana at the door, staring at him.

"Mass? You why?"

Hamzah stepped one step ahead of Diana. His face was flushed, his jaw was hardened, his lips were clenched like they were holding something back. His teeth were a bit bluffing until his hunting breath could not be covered up anymore.

To hell with what Diana gave her, her passion could not be controlled anymore as her erection strengthened to the maximum limit.

Hamzah grabbed Diana's body, hugged her, kissed the niche of her neck. Diana was surprised, although she knew it was all because of the effects of the drug but she had thought her husband was not even provoked.

"Maos ..."

"You did it, right? So don't ban me."

Diana could only silently accept Hamzah's domineering touch. Her lips did not stop being kissed until the rest of her body. As if not controlled anymore, they also do it without hesitation from each other. Diana was happy, even though it was due to medicine, but she missed that touch.

Hamzah did it all night to Diana. Even unconsciously when Diana was closed, Hamzah seemed blindly. Diana was weakly helpless with her frail body. But that was what he expected. The next morning, Hamzah was still slumped on the bed. Hamzah is still tight. While Diana was tidy and had just finished making breakfast for her husband.

"Mas, wake up yuk. I've made breakfast for Mas."

Diana's soft voice made Hamzah's heart beat fast, he then woke up straight. Hamzah rubbed his face rough with a thousand regrets for what he did last night to Diana.

"I know you're the one who deliberately gave me the medicine. Yeah, right, Di?"

"What do you mean Hamzah?" diana replied, still trying to hide everything. But, will Hamzah be angry after this?

"Sorry Diana." Hamzah massaged his head, he was fully aware of what he did last night.

In front of her, Diana could only squeeze her fingers, feeling confused as to whether she should admit it or not.

Then Hamzah went straight to the bathroom. Diana sat on the edge of the bed, silent. It seems like Hamzah will really be quieting him even more after this.

Not long after, Hamzah escaped from the bathroom bare-chested. Then open the closet and get dressed.

Diana was still sitting on the edge of the bed bowing. "I'm sorry, Mom."

Hamza did not answer. He then went to the dining table.

Diana grew increasingly poignant at the attitude of Apatis Hamzah to him.

A few seconds after that, Hamzah went back into the room. He pulled Diana's hand. Diana was confused. "What do you want?"

"We're having breakfast."

Diana was stunned by Hamzah's speech. Did her husband just take her to breakfast?

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