Enamored Love Mas Duda
Unnerved

Salwa was still crying. He ignites his frustration. Maybe this is also the effect of the PMS hormone.

"Am I selfish? Forgive me, God! I'm just an ordinary woman who also has a sense of disappointment." Inner Salwa.

greep's...

Tristan hugged his wife.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't understand how you feel! We know each other, so we need to make adjustments. From now on we will live our lives like husband and wife. You want to, right?"

The dag dig dug

Salwa heart hot cold. He could only nod, unable to say anymore. Because her husband's masculine scent had already penetrated into her chest. Bring peace to him.

"Salvah.."

There was a soft snoring coming from his wife. Apparently Salwa was asleep in her husband's arms. Tristan has a smile. He also kissed his wife.

Next day

As usual, Salwa made chocolate drinks for her husband.

"Drinks, Mommy!" Salwa placed the drink on the balcony table. Because her husband is sitting there.

As Salwa turned around, her hand was instead held back by Tristan.

"Yes, is there anything less, Mom?"

"There's."

"What?"

"May I see my wife's smile this morning? Maybe this chocolate drink will be more delicious!"

Actually Salwa felt strange about her husband's treatment, but she remembered her husband's words last night. She finally opened her veil and smiled at her husband.

"God, thank you, Ira!"

Tristan said with a smile.

This time Salwa saw her husband smiling. And that made him amazed.

"Yes, both Abinya Ira! Already, Mas! I'm going to Ira's room first!"

Salwa left the room and went to Khumairah's room.

"Is everything ready, honey?"

"Already, Mother!"

"Let's have breakfast!"

They also had breakfast together. Salwa serves her husband and children.

"You guys go first, huh? Sorted Mang Jaja! I'll be leaving later!"

"Yes, Mom!"

"Yes, Abi!"

Both kissed Tristan's back. Tristan kissed Khumairah's right cheek and left cheek.

"Where's Mother made, Bi?"

"Huh?" Tristan glanced at Salwa. Then he kissed her forehead.

Khumairah smiled broadly at Abinya's affection.

"That's dong! Let's get our Mother off!"

After the departure of his wife and child, Tristan told the gardener to take down the photo in his room.

"Put it in the barn, Mang!"

"Good, Den! Do you want to replace it with another photo, Den?"

"No one yet! Just gini first!"

"Yes, Den!"

"When I'm sorry! I got rid of our photos not because I've forgotten you. Until whenever you remain in my heart. So does Salwa, who currently has her own place in my heart. You see for yourself, our son loves it. I hope you're not mad at us." Inner Tristan.

Then Tristan called Iyan to pick him up.

"10 minutes, it's too late to cut your pay!"

"Ish, play cut it! Yes, yes, this is also the way, Boss!"

"Yes already, sneak!"

After arriving at Tristan's house they instead leave for the office but stop by Salman's office, Salwa's twin sister.

"You don't have to go in, just wait here!"

"Ready, Boss!"

Tristan went to see Salman.

"Please, Sir! You've been waiting for Mr. Salman."

"Thank you."

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"Come in, Bang bro!"

"Am I bothering you?"

"Why are you so stiff, Bang? Pantes alone Miss Salwa is depressed!"

"Well, it's like this, man!"

"Bang, Sister Salwa was never a date! Maybe if you like or are liked. Same old time as Mama Ira you're like a stiff gini, Bang?"

"No, maybe because I'm more careful now. I'm afraid I'm too confident."

"Slow, Bang! Brother, I was always confident, hehe... Salwa's mom likes to be pampered. If it used to be Father and Mother who managed him, now yes you as her husband who managed, Bang! What's more, Sister Salwa is not only a wife, but also a mother. Lucky he could fit in with Ira. Ma'am Salwa is not interesting, Bang? Didn't you secretly investigate him, hem?" Salman pulled down his eyebrows.

"Damn! Why did Salman know that all this time I've been finding out about Salwa? The same boy you both bar-bar! Only Salwa and Mommy are not bar-bars!" Inner Tristan.

"Bang, you must be wondering where I know from, right? Salman is that! Hahaha..."

Tristan could only shake his head.

"What else do you want to ask?"

"Emmm.. What does Salwa like?"

"Like the same chocolate that smells of cheese when food is! If something he likes is noticed. Because he's actually a bit of a bitch. That's why he likes it when someone notices and takes care of him."

"Thank you for sharing."

Salman patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder.

"Bang, if love says so! Don't just shut up! If it's late, it could be Brabe! Nysel! Salwa's mother likes a lot, even her young lecturer likes her!"

Tristan digested the words of his sister-in-law.

"Yes, thank you for reminding me! I'll go first!"

"Okay, Bang bro! Be careful!"

Tristan walked out of Salman's room, then left the office for his office.

The clock shows the number 10, Salwa and Khumairah come home from school. Arriving at home, Khumairah sleepy and asked to sleep. Encus helped change Khumairah's clothes.

"Encus, I picked Ira first huh? I'm going to the room!"

"Yes, Madam!"

Salwa went into her room. He replaced his robe with a home-based gamis.

"Bored at home too! Oh yeah, I forgot to call Kayla! He must be waiting for my call!" Monologue Salwa.

After he finished contacting his best friend, Salwa was about to take a nap. She removed her headscarf and let her shoulder hair unravel. But when going up to the top of the bed, Salwa was stunned to see the wall that usually plastered her husband's wedding photo.

"Nothing is there? Who's the mox?" Monologue Salwa.

He looked at each side of the wall, but could not find the photo. Then, he went to walk in closet looking for her there. But still there is none.

"Has Tristan moved it? Was I wrong with what I said last night? Maybe not if Mas Tristan is offended?"

Salwa did not get sleepy, she bit her finger. Sit on the bed and think hard.

Chequek...

The sound of the door opening.

Salwa looked towards the door. Apparently Tristan is coming. Salwa does not remember when she was breaking her hair.

Sontak Tristan was stunned to see his wife.

"Now are you home, Mom? It's not it's still noon? Do you want lunch at home?"

Tristan was still unmoved, he just stepped over without making a sound.

"Why is he silent? Maybe she's angry with me?" Inner Salwa.

"Yes..."

"Eh, yes!" Tristan woke up when he arrived in front of his wife.

"You're beautiful, Wa!" Inner Tristan.

"Cock dumb again?"

"Eh, anu! I bought you a avocado milk cheese."

"Oh, huh? Wow must have been really hot eating that drink. Thanks, Mum?" Salwa took the plastic bag that Tristan was carrying. But Tristan still held him.

"Just with this simple thing, you're happy, Wa!" Inner Tristan.

"Mas, so you're not being given any?"

"Wa, please don't cut her hair!"

"Huh?" Sontak Salwa felt her hair. She realized that she was not wearing a hijab at the moment.

"Ji-hijabku!"

"Wa, your headscarf is illegal if you wear it together in the room."

Deg

Seriate....

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