Enamored Love Mas Duda
Sweet

Hearing the husband's words, Salwa did not calm down. He felt a sense of unease in his heart.

"Why silence? Do you want to argue?"

"N-no! My husband's words are orders, as long as it's on a good path, I'll follow!"

"Yes, don't be so tense! Let's eat milk cheese alvocado!"

Salwa sits on a carpeted floor. Tristan opened his work coat and rolled his shirt arm up to his elbow. Then he sat down following his wife.

"Mas, get dressed! Dirty later!"

"okay."

After changing clothes, Tristan sat back down.

"Where, good?"

"Big boy, what a joke!"

"Likes?"

"Like it!"

"Pullaby.." Suddenly, Tristan's fingers rub the remaining cream cheese left at the tip of Salwa's lips.

The dag dig dug

Salwa's heart was pounding very hard. Even more astonishing, Tristan ji*at cream on his finger.

"Hmm sweet....." Tristan is relaxed.

He did not know how the heart of Salwa now seemed to want to be dislodged. Salwa looked down embarrassedly avoiding her husband's sight.

"Wa, don't duck! Lookatme! Seeing me is not a sin but a reward! You must know that!"

Sontak Salwa. And their views meet.

"Wa, I'm not a sensitive person! If there's something you want or something you don't like about me! Please say! I'm not a psychic who can guess someone's heart. I'd be happy if you asked me something."

"I didn't ask for anything, Mom!I was accepted and cared for properly. Sorry if my words offended you last night! I didn't mean to forbid you to remember Mbak Nabila. But..."

"Shhhh...! I know it! I was wrong, I didn't understand the situation. Nabila does have a special place in my heart, because whenever she is Ira's mother . And you are the one in my life right now. You are not a substitute for Nabila. But you both have a place in my heart. You understand, don't you, I mean?"

Salwa just nodded. He can't speak. Just this time he saw Tristan closely and for quite a long time. She was amazed by the look on her husband's face. The nose is pointed, the eyes are sharp, the eyebrows are thick, the face looks like a Turk to Salwa.

Seeing his wife not blinking, Tristan took the opportunity.

cup

He pecked Salwa's right cheek. Salwa flinched and held her cheek. Because of the shame, now his cheeks are red like tomatoes.

"His cheek is red? you're sick, Wa?"

Tristan touched Salwa's forehead.

"No-no, I'm healthy!"

Tristan smiled at the expression of his wife.

"God, your good looks double when you smile, Mas. My God, my heart is still safe, right?" Inner Salwa. He reflexes his chest.

Suddenly Tristan's phone rang, he immediately picked it up.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"..........."

"When is that, Om?"

"..........."

"God, Om."

"............"

"Yes, thank you for the invitation."

"............"

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

After closing the call, Tristan invites Salwa to take a break.

In the afternoon, as usual Khumairah learned to teach hijaiyah to his mother. The boy was very enthusiastic when he knew he was getting smoother teaching.

Tristan watched the two from a distance. He feels very lucky to have Salwa at the moment. Besides being good, Salwa has maternal properties. That's what's important to Khumairah. Because his daughter can't be that close to someone.

After finishing teaching, Salwa accompanied Khumairah to work on assignments from school in the room. Khumairah got the task of making flower collages from origami paper cutouts.

"What are you doing?" Tristan asked who had just entered her daughter's room.

"It's a task, Bi! Miss Fera gave me a rather difficult task, so Ira asked to help Mother."

"Oh... Is it done, ra?"

"Yes, Bi! Mother right, jago!"

"Bi, Ira's friend said there's a night market in the square, Ira wants to go there! Can you, Bi?"

"No need, huh? Anytime to the playground or to the mall! Tomorrow, right, you go to school?"

"Just a minute, Bi! Yea, huh? Ira, right, haven't been taken for a long time, Bi? Ira wants to go to the night market, Bi." Khumairah.

"Huh.. alright! After praying maghrib later we go there, but just a moment, huh?"

"Yes, Bi! Yeay... night market, night market!" Khumairah girang dancing.

Salwa smiled behind her veil.

30 Minutes later. After the Maghrib prayer, Tristan went into his room to change clothes. He saw his wife was also on the walk in closet about to wear her hijab.

"A.u...!" Pekik Salwa, flick his finger.

Tristan approached his wife.

"Why you?"

"Because of the needle, Mas! Hehe..."

"Where do I see!"

"No, no pa-pa! just a drop of blood."

"Be careful!"

"Yes, it was a shock because someone came in, I thought who."

"No one else would dare to enter unless ordered here!"

"Yes, come on, Mas! Night hunt!"

Finally the three of them left. This time Tristan was driving his own car. He became the personal driver of his wife and daughter.

Twenty minutes later. They got to their destination. The car park is quiet, but the motorcycle parking is quite crowded. It's not a weekend, there aren't too many visitors.

"Well.. exclaim! Go, Bun! Cepetan, Ira wants to ride it!" Salwa pointed to the bianglala rides.

"Izin Abi first, son!" Salwa glanced at her husband.

"Can you, Bi?"

"Is that not dangerous?" Tristan asked his wife.

"Safe, Mom!"

"You're the one with Ira! I'm waiting downstairs!"

"okay!"

Salwa bought a ticket to ride the ring. Khumairah looks very happy. Both of them are currently on top of the ring. Tristan is waiting for them downstairs. He had indeed never gone to the proper folk entertainment like this time. Except when he was still in SD.

After getting off the bianglala, Khumairah asked to buy confectionery.

"Is it clean?" Tristan asked Salwa.

"Clean, Mum! Don't you worry!"

"Please watch the food Ira!"

"Hem, definitely! It's only occasionally, Mom! Please understand him! The little boy must love sweet things!"

"I like sweet things too! Like you!" Inner Tristan.

Khumairah saw many small children coloring on the pedestal of the strofoam already pictured. He also brought his parents closer.

"Mother, Ira also wants to sift through them."

"Can, come!"

Salwa also paid rent to the owner. Khumairah see cartoon doraemon images to color. Salwa sat next to Khumairah giving instructions.

"It turns out simple makes you happy, son! Forgive Abi that Abi has been paying less attention to what you want." Inner Tristan.

Tristan stands behind his wife and son. He-he secretly took a photo and vidio both from behind.

"Not good, Bun, Bi?" Khumairah showed the results of the picture.

"Good!" Salwa and Tristan answered at the same time.

"Cie cie's... Abi same Mother compact!"

The clock shows the number 20.30. Tristan decided to take them home. And on the way, they stopped by the restaurant for dinner.

At 21:30, they arrived home. Because Khumairah was asleep in the car, Tristan carried her daughter to the room. After peeping his daughter's forehead, he returned to his room.

Seriate....

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