Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Mother's Messages

My heart feels no longer because of the sensation of the rebound, because so deg-degkan once now the ijab qobul event will be held. The periaspun from the moment was always smearing powder on my face, even though without this makepun self already feel quite handsome.

"Well, Mother's son today is very handsome," praised him who has now entered the dressing room.

There was a knock on the shoes approaching. Brownish skin contrasts sharply with red color. All guests including the family are required to be in uniform of the same color. Perfectly rounded bun behind the hair. The striped face is very graceful like a solo princess, who is calm, charming, and full of authority.

"That's it, Mom!" return to not believe.

"Really, Son. Cook Mom lied! Even if others say you are ugly, you are always handsome in the heart of this mother, who is more than anyone else" he explained.

The rows of teeth were so neat, that the smile continued to emit an aura of happiness.

"Thank you, Mom. His praise.

I kiss takzim's hand. With that wide touch, relentlessly caring until now has grown up. Tired he should be rewarded with worship as a child. Enough to be a submissive child and turn to give affection, is the desire of every parent when going to give up single time.

"Without feeling you are now an adult, when your little hand used to be often Mother held. Hehhhhh, did not expect you to have become a grown man who will now change status to become a priest for his wife, not as a child I always mendanja and timang-timang," said Mom stroking my cheek with her eyes glazed over.

"Mom don't say that, Mom. Until whenever I am your child who still needs your love. Wherever I am and even though I am no longer near you, I will still be the child you want to defend or spoiled," I replied trying to dispel his worries.

"I know, Dio. I don't know why, I don't feel like letting you go to part with me. It used to be Mother's love during the night always poured out for you, but now it feels different, because you will be far away from me, which is the moment you want the love of Mother in this heart to be poured out on you. Your soft little hands I used to always kiss."

"Hhhhh, but what is my day now, when your big palm will be the focus of your wife to keep loving her. Be a husband who is always proud, do not be a husband who always hurts his wife. You are a good child and always obedient by my words, so now this task will change the function of your responsibility to guide your wife. Remember Dio, never yell at your wife or say rude things, even if you are in a big fight. You still have to be patient with your wife who may someday be very annoying. Use your best hand to hold tightly to his hand, lest this hand you shall be afraid to slap or injure Dilla," he advised at length while shedding tears, which had now flowed slowly past his cheeks.

Everyone near her was so comfortable and calm. The best place to confide in if there is a problem is a person who has been pregnant for nine months.

"Mother is very confident you can be a mature man, who will definitely be able to take good care of Dilla," he said patting me gently on the shoulder.

"Yes, Mom. Amens. Every parent's prayer will be good."

"Yes, Son. Amens. Be happy always and take good care of her."

Our conversation was so soul-dazzling, when repeatedly Mother's advice continued to be thrown at me. No mother's love is more than anything in this world. Even though I have grown up like this, it turns out that Mother still considers me as a child who still needs attention and affection.

The room was already full of relatives, and my friend and Dilla, to witness the sacred event that was soon beginning to culminate. Many times I also exhaled rough breathing due to groggy, and fortunately there were parents behind me who always support their children who are now hit by acute anxiety.

"Bismillah, may the show be smooth and there are no obstacles."

"Huffff, calm down ... calm down, Dio. Don't you be so groggy. Ijab qabul sayings are only a little, so do not be made dizzy."

"Well, why did I start shaking like this. Heart can't you calm down a little? Don't keep sounding, can be serious and ambyar later the show," a heart murmur that continues to calm down.

The heat began to hit. The room is air-conditioned. The joints start to wobble unable to calm down. Mother knew that I was groggy, so that the tissue she kept on applying washer, which began to give rise to water as large as corn seeds. Father did not forget to encourage as well, when his hands clapped softly in the hands that began to get wet.