Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
Blanket.

The atmosphere of blue haru wedding procession Young master has passed, now the residents who witnessed the impromptu marriage of the girl ayu have left one by one.

Again, it was night, the weather seemed to start unfriendly, from last night the lightning diligently voiced its existence the sign of the rain will come down to earth.

Alhamdulillah, the food is not to lack even though the residents who come in droves very much, actually not because they care but, curious about Cinderella's wedding that is not expected to come from their village.

Again, they are also tempted by a banquet that is directly brought from the most delicious and famous catering in the city of Boyolali. In the end, Hayu who had been in caci maki could spoil their stomach that sounded.

"Raka, where's the youngest?" Irma circulated her gaze in all directions, looking around for the handsome and anxious figure of her long-term son.

"Find her signal, she says she'll pick up a video call from Tito." Answer Raka quickly.

"Find out, afraid of stray, anyways after this we go straight back to the hotel." Edit Irma. Raka instead approached Rahmat to then assign the branch head to look for his youngest sister.

As usual the time goes by without a hitch, the more the night the rain hits the ground.

Some people have fallen asleep comfortably at each of his temporary rest, the entire Baskara family except Murad and his new son-in-law are already under the roof of the same car, breaking through the rain towards the guesthouse.

At first Irma could not bear to let her son sleep in the simple house of her daughter-in-law, who when it rains there is no fireplace in the heat when there is no air conditioning, but, uh, Murad continues to convince her that she will be fine, and now Hayu is by her side as her halal partner.

"It's so hot!"

There was an incident with Eric when Rahmat found the young man in a shirt full of mud, but then Baskara immediately took away his youngest son.

Along the way Eric continues to curse even cursing when remembering his expensive clothes made dirty by one of the girls he nicknamed a flat chest girl. Oh God, the youngest behavior is always attached to the controversy.

While Raka just kept silent not saying a word, even though the handsome young man next to her continued muttering indistinctly, Pinkan still did not want to reply to the message from her.

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For a moment we turn to a small room that is not soundproof, two beautiful people are still bowed shy in their respective positions, in that simple house there are only two of them because Miko and Rahmat are standing guard in the car while Jenar and Rendra go home alone.

The fikrah of the water was heard to bulldoze the ears, silencing the sizzling of the sayup said the poet.

Hayu was still with her bridal kebaya, just now the woman wanted to let go, intending to replace it with sleeping pajamas but apparently the zipper on her nape was hard to reach.

"Sorry, I'll help you." A gentle touch tickled as the tiny object was slowly lowered from its nape. Until now it has been seen bra support behind there.

At first, I hope I don't feel sorry tonight.

Murad had swallowed saliva staring clearly at the back of his wife's very exotic dentik.

"I can do it myself." Hayu turned his body after zipper on his nape down then wrapped his back with a towel, he walked out past the tall body of the owner of the heart quite indifferent.

"Hm." Not yet got the answer Hayu was lost from view, because the bathroom was separate, Hayu had to go backwards just to clean himself.

"Just calm down Yu, I won't force you like that time." Murad murmured with widened lips forming a straight line.

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Hayu trudged her bride kebaya because it seemed too tight on her body, there was a warm bang that suddenly burst in the recesses of her heart, will her husband tonight ask for rights?

"Maybe not, or I'm pretending to be on the moon, but does he believe it?"

"Bismillah." In the end Hayu came out with a nightgown as well as a plain face without makeup, beauty talk has been from birth the woman berparas ayu even without expensive treatment though.

"Bismillah." That sentence alone continued to slip from his lips. His steps hesitated towards the room while his heart was pounding unruly.

"Huh?" Hayu was a little surprised when he saw Murad had already drowned his face on his simple dining table.

"Why is anyone sleeping here?" He muttered again, but on the other hand the woman was relieved meaning tonight they should not sleep together.

Without reprimanding her husband Hayu Diajeng directly into his room and then pull the blanket hiding behind there, prayers began to he chanted including praying for her husband who he had not given a smile of peace.

The more time goes on the more rain does not also subside, continuously hit accompany a restless heart. In his room Hayu can not sleep considering the husband who may be cold at the dining table, not to mention the irregular sleeping position.

"Huh, why do I have such unbearable feelings anyway? The eyes are crashing, is it hard?"

Shortly after that Hayu came out again from the room, he walked while occasionally clenching his hands trying to reduce nervousness. At his sight Murad was still bowed on the dining table with his eyes closed.

"Is he comfortable sleeping here?"

Hayu sat on the left chair of Murad, his eyes fixed on a pair of curly lips that slightly opened, indeed Murad's peaceful face while asleep managed to thrill the soul.

"People say I'm lucky, but is that so? I don't even know you very well, the one I know from you, you may have loved Marni very much, the name you keep calling me when you fuck me."

Seeing her husband, Hayu then took a blanket from the closet on the side of the room, coincidentally that's where Hayu kept it.

Walking towards Murad again and wrapping the polyester cloth on Murad's body, Hayu then sat back in the chair to the left of her husband, her lips curled so peacefully looking at the handsome face of her current life friend, until unknowingly his hands fluttered eagerly to touch the smooth cheeks of the man.

"Handsome, sweet, rich, can you be faithful?"

Not to mention that Hayu finished stroking all the curves of his face, the young master's soft hand had pulled him closer making Hayu's eyes rounded jerking, apparently the young man could still feel his soft touch.

"Why come here?" Murad made a sound but very soft sound because the rain was still creeping on the roof there "I give you a chance to sleep alone, why follow me here?" Ask again.

Hayu swallowed the saliva so nervously while his eyes did not want to dim, continuing to howl towards the two punats as silent as the morning dew belonging to the man.

"What's this?"

Murad had caught an awkward gurat on his wife's face "Can I ease your anxiety?" Ask.

"I-i." Hayu moved from sitting but unfortunately Murad's shrewd hands so impulsively pulled him, until now both of them have been sitting on their backs, leaning on the tubers of the dining table, for a moment their eyes met each other.

"Le-leave Mas!"

It was cool to hear the call of Mas from the lips of his wife even though the word was written on the side of the face of the reject that was also implied in the corner there.

"What's? What did you call me? Again!" Murad said smiling very sweetly, Hayu's face did not escape the glitter of his eyes.

"Let Go!"

"Seek me anything, but I won't grant you this one!" Murad landed a kiss on the soft lips of the woman while his hand pressed on Hayu's back and united the two chests that confront each other, until the warmth between the two.

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Connecting.. sorry connection in wait well, really, just can up as early as the afternoon Up again insya Allah, if the mace of activity. Btw. up until here are you guys bored with my story??