Faithfulness Ratih And Darma
Chapter 43

"Train, let's go home! why don't you just wait for me to pick it up anyway?" take Darma who is already softened.

"Om sorry. He was Rama's teacher. Master's my body."

Oh thank goodness. So they are just students and teachers.

"Am om am om. I am you om! stop calling me om!" ketus Darma's.

"Yes, Mas Darma."

Arfan smiled a little. Every time it is near the couple Ratih and Darma, somehow Arfan is so very entertained.

Ratih is a unique girl, and Darma is innocent, because until now he did not dare to touch a girl including his wife.

She had been married for four months, but Darma had never had sex with Ratih. He only acts like a sister pair, and om the same pounding.

But make no mistake, if Ratih is now good at making kissmarks everywhere. Now his perverted train is already acute level. Well who else is the teacher, if not his beloved Mas Darma.

"Om you're here. Yes, I've trained, if that's how I go home first. I paid for everything. You calm down."

Om? you fucking teacher. I am the Omnya Ratih !

Mr. Rama then left Ratih and Darma.

"Arfan let's go home!" take Darma to Arfan.

Darma dragged her girl's hand slowly. Then the three of them decided to go home.

****

Large suitcases owned by Bu Arum and Mr. Arwan already look neat lined up in front of the porch of his house.

Mr. Arwan and Bu Arum already looked neat. They will now be visiting Canada. Visiting one of the company branches there.

Maybe Mr. Arwan and and Ms. Arum will be gone long enough. Maybe they'll take up to a month there.

Darma seemed relieved. Again the acute lecherousness.

There you two go all the way! let me not be disturbed anymore. There are no you guys, now I can be satisfied doing nothing about Ratih. Mas Husnikan has moved into his own home. I was very curious about Ratih.

Darma grinned.

Ratih who was standing next to Darma immediately approached towards Bu Arum.

"Ma, Ratih will definitely miss Mama."

Ms. Arum stroked Ratih's hair.

"Darling, my mom won't be long. You take care of yourself well, If you need friends, you can play to Kak Nara's house or to your parents' house. You haven't been there for a long time."

Train smile.

"Yes Ma. Ever since I got married, I've never been to Mama Lisna's house. I miss them."

After that Ms. Arum and Mr. Arwanpun left. And the house is getting quieter. The house looks empty . Mother Sumiati and the other servants have been released. Now this house only has Darma and Ratih.

This time it's semester one. Train off from his learning activities. And by the end of the year, Darma's work had dwindled. He looks more relaxed.

He never came home the other night.

****

Early in the morning Ratih was already seen struggling in the kitchen. This morning she will be making a special breakfast for her husband.

Omelet and Darma's favorite fried rice. Well, that's what is often made by Bu Arum for Darma supplies.

Darma approached towards Ratih.

Darma hugged his wife's body from behind.

"What cooking, dear? it looks so good."

"It's Mas. I want to make you your favorite fried rice."

Darma is still drifting spoiled in Ratih's body.

"Oh, wait there first. Amused me Mas. Don't kiss me on cumin." Ratih feels uncomfortable because Darma's lips have started to misbehave.

"You smell so sweet, make Mas so can't stand."

"Udah, don't be bawdy anymore. It's quiet dear, said the person, if the man and woman are alone in one room, the three are syaiton."

"Oh yeah? "

Darma is getting nosy. Quiet place, deserted house, he can already be free to sedain and jahilin his wife.

Darma is different from other men. He was very attentive to his wife. He was a man who always treated his wife very well. Like a bodyguard looking after his daughter.

Darma and Ratih are still eating their fried rice. Like so much fun. Both are silent and do not talk to each other. Only the sound of a spoon still echoed in the dining room.

In between his chews, Darma looked at Ratih.

"Darling, are you libering?" ask Darma to Rath.

Train just nodded.

"I also want a holiday, baby." said Darma again.

"Why?"

"It's just the same with you."

"But this is not a holiday."

"Yes up to dong. My office is also my office. Who would dare fire me."

"Yes too." Said Ratih while feeding a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

"Sad. Today I want to ask for rations."

"What's all that?"

"Kan Adek already give rations every month for shopping. Now it's your turn to give me rations."

"That's it. I don't work Mas. Cook I have to give you rations. This is just-nothing. Money from where I am."

Darma scratched his head which was not itchy.

Huh how do I explain it if I want to ask for anu. There is no mama. Ah really my wife is insensitive.

"Darling, we've been married for half a year, I want to do that, baby."

uhuk...

Ratih who was drinking choked.

"A...what..!"

"Not to be surprised, baby, relax. If you don't want to, don't make it."

"But I don't want to get pregnant and have kids."

"Who would want to have children. If you have children who want to take care of. Oon's mother's people."

"What...I said I was bloon!"

Train standing. He didn't take it in saying bloo. Without making up her eating place, she left Darma in the dining room and stepped towards her room.

"Take it again."

Darma then takes care of all his food and washes the dishes in the kitchen. Truly a super patient man facing his super lazy wife.

After all, Darmapun followed his wife in the room.

He saw his wife lying on the bed.

"Geek, if you eat, you can't sleep anymore. Sit down first." Darma.

Train quiet. He could only put his lips together.

Darma then sat down on the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry, baby..."Said Darma while stroking the soft hair of Ratih. Darma's soft hand caress, which makes Ratih even more vibrating until Ratih's heart can't turn to other men.

Ratih looked at Darma.

Poor Mas, I have the same heart as him. During my time as a wife, I have not wanted anything from my husband. But if Mas Darma wants it now, I'm fine. Google only hurts for a little while. And after that it will turn into a delicious taste. I guess what that feels like?

Ratih started thinking pervertedly. Imagine her and her husband doing that.

Ratih smiled curiously.

"Mas Adek is ready."

"Whoever what."

Take it again. He was the one who asked for rations. Sebel deh ama Mas.