Enamored Love Mas Duda
Stifled desire

After closing the door to Khumairah's room, Tristan returned to his own room. Apparently Salwa was in the bathroom. Tristan saw the veil and veil of Salwa lying on the bed. He took the veil, and inhaled the smell.

Chequelek

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Tristan immediately put the veil back on. Salwa took her veil and hijab, then walked into the closet. Tristan went in there to change clothes after Salwa finished wearing her nightgown.

Both are now in bed. But they could not close their eyes, even though the sleeping lights had been turned off.

"Little..."

"Yes..."

"Not slept?"

"Not yet, Mas."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Tristan turned and faced his wife.

"Come here!"

Salwa obeyed her husband's orders, she shifted her sleeping position.

grreeps..

Suddenly Tristan hugged Sawa, and buried Salwa's face in her chest.

"Sleep!"

Salwa could not dwell, nor could she speak. The masculine aroma that existed in her husband became opium. Until he fell asleep too. Unlike Tristan, he cannot sleep. Smelling the scent of Salwa's hair and skin, her little sister revolted down there.

"Silence, calm! Not yet, still the red cross!" Inner Tristan.

Next day.

Tristan was well-dressed, wearing a shirt and tie that his wife had prepared. Khumairah had gone to school with her husband and was escorted by a driver. Salwa was in the bathroom for a long time. Tristan waited for his wife on the bed.

Chequelek

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Tristan turned his head. Salwa peeked out from behind the bathroom door. It's like confusion.

"What's up, Wa?"

"E, anu! I forgot to bring it!"

"You, are you wearing a towel? Come outside!"

"No want! Small towel! Not a towel!"

"Get out! I won't see! Hurry along!" Tristan turned towards the wall.

With a quick step Salwa to walk in closet. But unfortunately, he slipped.

"You!" Pekik Salwa's.

Sontak Tristan turned his head and ran to his wife. Salwa realized her husband was approaching, she immediately confirmed the towel tucked in her chest. Fortunately, she still wears underwear. The towel above his head was open and lying on the floor. Her wet hair was shed.

seerr...

It was as if there was a warm stream filling the hearts of both of them. Tristan glued, looking at the beauty in front of him. But he can still resist his desire even though his little sister is actually crowded down there.

"Oh my God, strengthen my faith. Look, he's perfect! " Inner Tristan.

"Shush..." Salwa hissed, she felt pain in her bo*og.

Without warning, Tristan carried his wife bridal style. Sontak Salwa poked one of her hands to Tristan's neck, and the other hand held a towel on his chest. But he lowered his gaze.

The dag dig dug

Salwa's heart for the drums that want war.

Tristan laid her on the bed.

"You're like Ira! Likes running around, falls right, so?"

"I'm sick, Mom! Don't get homelin!"

"Here, which one hurts let me flinch!"

"Well, no, nobody's sick!"

But Salwa holds his bo*og.

Tristan made a call.

"Bi', please call a masseur! Yes, now!"

"Good, Den!"

After calling Bi Eni, Tristan picked up a dress and a home headscarf for his wife. He took it just like that. Tristan went out of the room for a while to make room for Salwa to wear her clothes. He contacted Iyan, telling her he couldn't go to the office today.

Thirty minutes later

Tok

Tok

Tok

"Den, this is the masseuse already here."

Tristan opened the door and let her in. Salwa did not wear a veil, because the masseuse was female.

"Thank you, Bi!"

"Together, Den!"

Bi Eni left Tristan's room and went down again.

"Why, Den?" Ask the masseuse.

"Here, my wife fell!"

"Oh, watch out for sex, Den! His wife's time fell. Yes, understand the newlyweds, what else Den Tristan right, has long been widowed huh? Haha.. I just found out that Den Tristan is married again."

Tristan widened his eyes, surprised to hear the words of the masseuse. Salwa held back a smile seeing her husband's expression. Then Tristan came out of his room, as Salwa was wearing only a sarong. He did not want his wife to be upset because of her existence.

The masseur who was called Mbok Mur began to massage. Salwa told me the part that she felt pain.

"You...!"

"Sorry, Young Madam! This must be hardened in his mijit! Because if not, it'll swell." Said the masseuse while sequencing bo*ong Salwa on the left.

Salwa also held her voice so as not to come out, even though it was painful.

Thirty-two minutes later, Salwa was finished.

"Where, Mbok?" Tristan asked, as Mbok Mur walked out of his room."

"Berez, Den! No pa-pa, I'm lemesin. Even I've also massaged his stomach, let's mop up so Den Tristan junior, hehe....."

"There's just you, Mbok!" Inner Tristan.

"Thank you, then." Tristan.

Bi Eni gave the envelope to Mbok Mur on Tristan's orders.

Her afternoon. After returning to school Khumairah sought the whereabouts of her mother.

"Abi, where's Mommy?"

"Your mother is resting, she fell!"

"Ira wants to see Mother!"

"Yes, can! But now let your mother eat first huh?"

Khumairah nodded obediently.

Tristan had asked Bi Lastri to help bring Salwa's food to the room.

Finally Khumairah went into his mother's room.

"Mother, Mother why?"

"Fell, Honey! Ira don't like running around! Later kayak Mommy!"

"Yes, Bun! Mother just rest, huh? Ira also took a nap. Get well soon, Mother! Emmuahis..." Khumaurah kissed the cheek of her mother.

"Thank you, sweetie."

After Khumairah's departure from her room, Tristan approached Salwa.

"Where, has it gone?"

"Lumayan, Mas! I want to pray!"

"Huh? Aren't you in the way?"

"It's holy! I took a mandatory shower!"

"Oh..." Tristan scratched his non-itchy nape.

Salwa woke up from her bed.

"Slow down, Wa! You can walk alone, right?"

"Can-can do!"

Salwa walked slowly into the bathroom and wudhu'. After that he prayed himself, because Tristan had already prayed. After the prayer he prayed and asked his Lord. This did not escape from the observation of Tristan. When all was done, Salwa folded her face.

"Mas, aren't you at the office?" She realized that her husband was with her.

"No, I didn't leave! Why?"

"No-no! No pa-pa!"

"Yes, rest again!"

"Hem, okay!"

Salwa lay on her side and tried to close her eyes.

Tristan holds up his laptop and sits beside Salwa. A few minutes later, Tristan turned his head towards Salwa. Apparently Salwa was asleep. Tristan smiled at the plain face of his wife. Turn off the laptop and put it on the nightstand. With a strong impulse from his heart, Tristan ventured to kiss Salwa's tiny lips. Apparently he could not bear to see the lips of his wife who was so tempting.

One kiss escapes.

Seriate.....

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