Enamored Love Mas Duda
Ocean of romance

Smacking Salwa's lips once seemed like an interesting magnet. Tristan wants her back. But when Tristan was about to do the action, suddenly Salwa's eyes opened. The two stared at each other. Salwa blinked her eyes, gathering awareness. It was already in order for Tristan, he could not retreat anymore. The point looks adorable in her eyes. Tristan kissed Salwa's lips again.

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Salwa was shocked by this. He bit his lips. She did not realize that it only made her husband's faith thin.

"Oh no! Does it have to be now? I could get dizzy with my head!" Inner Tristan.

Salwa felt her throat dry, she got up and sat down to drink. After drinking, he put the glass back on the nightstand.

Tristan went out to the balcony in front of his room. He neutralized his feelings at this moment.

"You have to say how you feel, Tris! This is not wrong, she is your wife! it is lawful for you to touch it. He also deserves a living from you. But does he want to?" Inner Tristan.

"Wa, you know your duty as a wife. You must serve your husband! Love can come from habituation! Or maybe you're in love, Wa? That's fine, you're his wife! Make him comfortable by your side!" Inner Salwa.

Both are busy with their own thoughts.

In the afternoon, Tristan told Salwa to visit Nabila's tomb. Khumairah went with Abinya.

"Send my regards to Mbak Nabila, Mas! I'd like to visit her grave sometime too."

"Okay, fine at home! If you need anything, ask Bi Eni or Lastri."

Nabila's tomb is not far from Tristan's house. Maybe only 4km away and can be reached in about 5-10 minutes.

Tristan brought sow flowers to Nabila. Khumairah who holds a flower basket for her mother.

"Assalamu'aikum, Ma! Ira came with Abi."

Tristan read Surah Yasin and dido'a. Khumairah agrees to do'a Abinya.

After he finished expressing his heart to his late wife, Tristan invited Khumairah home.

Her night.

Currently Salwa, Tristan, and Khumairah prayer isya'ah congregate in the room. When they finished dinner together.

"Mother, Ira was at Mama's grave."

"Yes, Ira is praying for Mama?"

"Already, Ira has done'ain let Mama go to heaven."

"Good girl!" Salwa kissed Khumairah's cheek with gaiety.

This did not go unnoticed by Tristan.

"Why was Ira the only one who was kissed? I'm, too, pingin!" Inner Tristan.

"What side dish do you want, Mas?"

"Sit down! Let me take it myself. You're not, still sick?"

"No pa-pa, it's not my hands that hurt."

Salwa served her husband and children painstakingly.

After finishing dinner, Khumairah immediately returned to her room. He felt very sleepy. Salwa asked Encus to accompany her.

In Tristan's room.

Salwa is currently wearing her nightgown. A kimono-style bedclothes made of satin floral motif wrapped her slim body. By the time he got out of the dressing room, Tristan was already in the room reading a report from his mobile phone. Seeing that Salwa had changed her nightgown, she put her cell phone down, and changed into a nightgown. Both are currently sitting and leaning on the back of the bed while watching television.

Tristan glanced at Salwa. Salwa was not aware, the lower shirt was revealed to reveal her legs and thighs are smooth white. Tristan swallowed his own saliva.

"Not sleepy, Wa?"

"No, Mom!"

"Oh..."

"Not yet."

Both of them continued watching television. But their hearts and minds wander not knowing where.

"Well..."

"Hum..."

Tristan saw Salwa's right palm placed next to his body. He also tried to touch it. Suddenly Salwa was surprised and turned to the side, but she did not pull her hand. The look they met. At this time Tristan saw Salwa's lips look wet, sure some time ago he put lip serum to moisturize his lips that feel dry due to the dry season.

Without warning, Tristan kissed Salwa's lips that looked tempting. Feeling no rejection, Tristan continued his action. Engage and explore even deeper. Salwa closed her eyes. He just felt something like this. He just followed the flow and could not reply yet. Until he ran out of oxygen.

Feeling his wife's excited, Tristan took off his pagutan.Ia understand, his wife is still a beginner. Salwa lowered her head. Tristan touched his chin for Salwa to raise her head. Their eyes are so longing. Tristan slipped Salwa's hair covering her cheeks.

"Well, I'm not a romantic guy. I can't put together a beautiful word. I have promised before my Lord and ruler that I will exercise my rights and duties as head of the household. Will you accompany me in exercising our rights and duties?"

Salwa nodded her head. He is unable to make a sound.

"Well, I love you." Tristan kissed his forehead, then his temples, nose, and lastly Salwa's lips.

Salwa did not dwell, she was still shocked by the words of her husband. Tristan doesn't need an answer. Seeing Salwa silently holding a smile, it meant that Salwa received every word.

"Sorry, may I ask for my rights tonight?"

Salwa looked into her husband's eyes. He convinced himself to give up something big in him.

"Bismillbirth... I am your wife, you deserve me. And you don't have to ask my permission anymore! Treat me properly!"

"Let's pray first!"

The two prayed the sunnah together before fulfilling their wishes.

"Right Dad said, Mas Tristan is a good man. He is not only handsome and well-established, but can also be a good priest. It's just fitting that Dad wants to match us. Parents want the best for their children." Inner Salwa. She admired her husband when he solemnly led the do'a.

They had finished praying together.Tristan opened his wife's face. Then he held Salwa ala bridal style. Salwa is now lying on the bed. Tristan pulled the kimono strap that Salwa was wearing.

"Mas, shame!" Salwa still retains her kimono.

Tristan reads the do'a and takes off her own clothes. His torn bread was plastered for real. Making Salwa swallow his own salivary.Tristan oppress his wife. Then smash it smooth.

Both desires are growing. Salwa's clothes were already exposed, the protruding top of which caught Tristan's attention. Tristan is being drunk with romance. He also played there. Massaging the chewy object, then memem*t end like a small baby who is thirsty.Salwa's body gurgles like a heat worm.

Tristan could not stand it, he began to direct his weapons. Groped the wet road that his weapon would pass.

"Yes..." The Voice of Salwa Parau.

"I'll slow down, hold on a little!"

"Shhh..." His sizzle Salwa endured the pain.

After trying several times, Tristan's weapons can penetrate Salwa's defenses. Salwa clutching the bed sheet, she felt quite a terrible pain.

"Who..!" ******* was also out of Salwa's mouth.

There's something ripped up down there. Sontak Salwa bit her husband's neck and shoulders to muffle his sigh.

After being able to adjust, Tristan played slowly. And gradually the pain turned into pleasure. Both sail in the sea of romance across the ocean of love. Tristan reached the top. He recited do'a. After that, he went to the bathroom.

"Sleep! Thank you!" Tristan covered his wife's body with a blanket and did not forget to kiss her forehead.

Both of them can sleep well now.

Seriate

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