Enamored Love Mas Duda
Bar in-laws

Time for school home. Salwa and Khumairah were invited by Mang Jaja. They went straight home.

When you get home, there is a message notification on Mobile Salwa.

💌0898 XXXX

Here's the password 789789

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The one who sent the message was her husband.

"Basic ice Beams! There is no romance with a wife! How can I have a trying feeling? It was him! Gee whiz... Speak, Wa! Be patient! If you're like ice cubes, I could be a two-door refrigerator, Mas!" Monologue Salwa is currently in his room.

Feeling the heat, he opened his veil. Instantly she remembered the existence of a photo of her husband's bride that was still plastered in the room. He watched for so long.

"Mbak Nabila's! I didn't mean to take Mas Tristan and Ira! You know that, right? At first I wasn't even interested in marrying your double! I am not ready to be compared to people in his past even though he is gone. But Ira made me want to take care of her and take care of her. The widowed mother, huh?" Salwa as if taking a photo of Nabila talking.

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"Who?"

"Yria... Mother!"

"Come in, it's not locked!"

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Khumairah was stunned in place. He watched Salwa from head to toe.

"Ra... How dumb?"

"It's Mother, right?"

"This is Mother, why?"

Khumairah winked with a funny expression.

"Hi, why?" Salwa asked again, waving in front of Khumairah's face.

Not answering Ira just holding the face of the Mother. The current position of Salwa sits on the carpet in front of the bed and Khumairah stands.

"Gorgeous mother! It's so beautiful like an angel! Ira can see Mother's face."

"Ira is beautiful too."

Next day.

Due to the holiday, Tristan is still lounging in his room while Salwa and Ira

currently in the kitchen. Apparently Ira was helping her make chocolate cake. Both are covered with flour. Not infrequently Salwa poking Ira's cheeks with flour.

Seeing this, Bi Eni was deeply moved. He was one of the witnesses who saw the growth and development of Khumairah. Although Khumairah does not lack the affection of Abi and his family, but the special affection of the figure of Mother must be very longing for him.

Suddenly Tristan's phone rang. Apparently the father-in-law called him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dad!"

"Wa'alaikum hail, Tristan! You guys at home?"

"Yes, Dad!"

"The mother wants to play, miss her child she said! Can ya?"

"Jeez, how come it's still, Dad? Yes, we're happy to wait."

"Okay, maybe in an hour we'll be there."

"Yes, Dad."

Tristan comes out of his room, looking for the whereabouts of his wife and son.

"Encus, where's Ira?"

"Miss Ira in the kitchen with Madam, sir!"

"Oh..."

Tristan went to the kitchen.

"Mother, I prayed with God."

"Do'anya what?"

"Ira asked Grandpa to recover quickly and go home, Ira also asked to get a baby brother quickly."

"Hopefully Ira's do'a gets it right away! Come on, try it first, Ra! Not delicious? It's still hot!"

"Hem... Yummiii, it's delicious, Bun!"

They were unaware, there was someone who was currently watching the two of them.

"Eh there's Abi!" Said Ira.

Salwa looked back. Right now, her husband was standing quite close behind them.

"What cooking, son? How do you get to that cemong?"

"Hehe... Ira help Mommy make some cake! The cake is so! It's good, Bi! Abi has to try this!"

Khumairah put a cake in Abinya's mouth. Tristan ate the cake.

"Hem... What, Bi? Yummy, right?"

"So son, Abi's son is already cooking!"

"Mother is sinter, Bi! Love the gift dong, Mother, Bi!"

"Huh, presents?"

Tristan scratched his non-itchy head. His daughter could now teach him.

"Thank you!" Tristan said to Salwa in a stiff manner.

"Ih, Abi kissed her mother dong!"

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Salwa's heart is not safe.

"Oh yes, I forgot to say! I called, he said he wanted to play here. Maybe we'll be there soon."

"Yes, Mom! Ira, Opa and Oma are coming here! Let's put the chocolate cake on the guest table!"

"So Opa and Omanya Ayla and Alya are now Opa-Omaku too huh, Bun?"

"Yes, Honey! That's right!"

"Then, Come on, Bun!"

Tristan felt his chest, feeling safe.

"Sst, Bi Eni!"

"Yes, Den! What was?

"That makes my drink Auntie, right?"

Bi Eni scratched her non-itchy head. He was worried that Tristan would be angry.

"Sorry, Den! From yesterday that made the young lady! Sorry, Den! I've already banned her, but Madame maksa!"

"Oh.. Yes, I did! No pa-pa!"

"So Aden isn't angry?"

Tristan shook his head.

"Means made young lady fit dong?"

"Don't ask too many questions, Bi! Please prepare food! My in-laws will be here soon!"

"Ah, yes! Ready, Den!"

"That's a prestige, Den!" Inner Bi Eni.

Tristan goes to the living room following his son and wife. He sat down to hear Salwa and Khumairah.

Not long after that, a car arrived. It turns out that Haris' father and Raisya's mother have arrived.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

"Wa'alaikum hail..."

Salwa, Tristan, and Khumairah approached them and kissed the back of their hands.

Raisya kisses the left cheek and right cheek of her daughter also Khumairah.

"Ira, how are you?"

"Okay, Oma!"

"Let's go in first, Bun, Dad!"

They came in and sat in the living room.

Bi Eni brought them drinks.

They also talked about Mr. Farid.

"Alhamdulillah has started from today the treatment, Well!"

"Thank God I hope it goes well, and the results are good."

"Milk..."

"Oma, this is Ira's cake the same Mother who made."

"Oh yeah? So pinter!"

Haris and Tristan's father went to work because Tristan wanted to show something to his in-laws.

"It's a project in Semarang, Dad! While distop first! Because I'm focused on that project here."

"Better so, than all done but not the maximum. And you also have to share your time with your new life."

"Yes, Dad."

"Ehem... Have you been unboxing?"

"Huh? What's?" Tristan scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Ish, you're like a virgin!"

Tristan did not expect, that his in-laws were more bar-bar than he had thought so far.

"Remember, Tris! Don't mess with my son! If you hurt Salwa, then I'll cut off your dick."

Tristan shuddered in horror at the words of the in-laws.

"Sorry, Dad! We are still adapting. I'm trying to make her comfortable. I'm still insecure about all this. Maybe Salwa too."

"Hem.iya, I understand that! But you have to be more active, because Salwa is a bit of a cuckoo actually."

Their conversation continued until lunch time.

Seriate....

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