GRINNED
CHAPTER 88: Not Punishment But Gifts

Now call Aldo.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Wa'alaikum salam wr. wb."

"Tomorrow to come here?"

"Definitely dech ..."

"Wife together?"

"No, my wife followed on H. Day only. But please stay."

"Stranquil.which hotel?"

"Have it been, Sip."

"Assalamu'alaikum wr.wb."

After getting tired and yawning a few times, Zaidan finally gave up on his drowsiness. He fell asleep on the side of the two women he loved.

15 Minutes was enough to relieve his body fatigue. He rose up and left Anya in the arms of his father. Now Dinda is getting ready to return to her activities.

For a moment she cleaned her face in the bathroom toilet. But not long after, I saw azan assyar heard.

He approached Zaidan and whispered in his ear.

"Honey, ... it's already hard."

Zaidan opened his eyes and found his wife's face very close to him.

"Hayo .. would like to do. Stealing kiss yes ...."

Hem ... My husband is drunk again yes ...

His mind is still wandering.

He repeated his words.

"Dear Anya dearest .. wake up .. have been hard."

Zaidan stared fixedly at the face of his wife who was not distant from him. Smiling mischievously. And touched the nose of his wife who was the size of an Indonesian.

"Yes, Honey. I'm already awake. Even the whole body wakes up."

Zaidan's burly hand grabbed Dinda's nape. He caused Dinda's face to fall perfectly on his face. Did not waste Zaidan's chance .. until Dinda rushed to face Zaidan's sudden attack. Until he couldn't breathe. Dinda tried to escape from Zaidan's arms.

"Mas, Anya will wake up" said Dinda after successfully breaking away from him.

"Yes .. yes .. I know. Wake up, please."

"But there used to be geh!" while shaking his hand.

Zaidan got up immediately. Sit on the edge of the bed. Let Dinda pass through him. While muttering in the heart. If there's no Anya I've killed you, baby ....

Then got up leaving Dinda who was busy waking her daughter up to the bathroom. To cleanse yourself and to wash.

Dinda touched her daughter's face gently.

"Honey, time to wake up. Son."

It didn't take long, Anya was already sitting even with her eyes closed.

"Yes, Nda."

"Yes darling. We pray first yuk." while demanding his daughter get out of bed, towards the bathroom.

"I'll wait in Musholla."

"Yes, Mum."

After changing Anya's clothes and giving her body. Dinda let Anya follow her father to musholla. And he quickly prepared to catch up with her as well.

There she waited for her whole sister and mother. Shortly thereafter Zaidan proclaimed the iqomah, to perform the prayer assyar together.

"We're painting, yuk."

"Tell?"

"Yes ..."

"OK, Ammah. Mother, Anya nitip crouch yes ..."

"Hemmmm .. yes. Please put it yourself quickly."

Her face was slightly sulking, but according to her. With a run he put his body in the room. Then again waiting for Amma Mayasa who was limping towards his wheelchair. Dinda who walked past him gave a kiss of affection on him.

"Mothers are diligent, skilled and sholihah."

"Give me, Mother." He replied cheerfully.

"Nach is ready now."

said Mayasa who had arrived at his wheelchair.

"We're either forward or backward" he asked Anya.

"To the back, Anya ... Mayasa."

Zaidan was still worried in case Anya ran out and something happened to them. Although there are 2 security guards there.

"Okay, we're going to the back. As per the advice of Zaidan's father." Mayasa said as she turned her wheelchair, taking Anya to the backyard.

"Where are you going?"

"To the kitchen for a moment."

"Not finished?"

"Bikin what tho, Bun."

"Sort of. There's pudding, there's other light cakes too."

"Bun, daddy wants to taste. Can you?"

"Can."

"Please bring. I'm waiting in the room. Shame in here later caught Anya. It's over."

"Yes, Dad."

Zaidan waited patiently in the room by opening his laptop. Because today he was only a few hours away from the office. Checking the email from Abid's secretary.

Long enough he waited, Dinda did not catch up with him. Until he finished checking all the incoming emails.

When putting lapton on the table. At the same time, Dinda heard Dinda's steps approaching her room. He immediately hid behind the door.

Dinda was astonished, not finding anyone in her room. He paused his intention to put the small meal on the nightstand. And turned around to bring her back to the kitchen.

When he turned around, the door closed and there was Zaidan beside him. Who looked at him with a seductive smile.

"Dad, surprise your mother!"

"Kok, brought back?"

"I don't think dad exists."

Then Dinda put the little food on the nightstand.

Zaidan berahan locked the door, approaching Dinda who was sitting sweetly on the edge of the bed.

"Old kok?"

"Yes, there is little to prepare. So that bi Asih can do it alone."

"Letting the husband wait?"

"I'm sorry Dinda, Mom."

"Now it's all, right?"

"God willing."

"If so, now accompany me."

"Huuuaallah .. kirain. Just make Dinda scared."

Zaidan opened his mouth, while his eyes glanced at the food on the nightstand.

Dinda took a small piece of the pudding and put it in her husband's mouth.

"Mother, if Anya makes a mistake. Punished or left?"

"Not both."

"Then?"

"Give me a gift."

"Mother kereeen, wrong to give a gift."

"As charity works its prize."

"But definitely with a kiss even with a little anger. So that he doesn't feel intimidated. He's still a kid. Need to learn."

"That means you can punish your mother if you make a mistake."

"Now that is."

"Let's be fair."

Dinda bowed, not daring to look her husband in the eye.

Make Zaidan laugh in his heart. But the eyes were on Dinda with passion.

"The punishment, the mother said, is a kiss, though angrily."

"Mas ..." cried Dinda while hitting her husband's wrath.

"Hus ... don't make a noise" while catching Dinda's hand about to hit him. They made their faces close almost without distance.

That moment had brought Dinda's heartbeat to a halt.

Moreover, Zaidan held her and gave a friendly kiss on her lips. Make him lulled in the wish of lovemaking together.

"Mas won't punish you, honey. Because you are in the heart. And I hope this is forever."

"Mas just kangen, honey."

"Dinda too." Dinda's eyes looked at her soul spoiledly. What this taste is hiding. If that we can cultivate this love more flowery.

Making Zaidan laugh and more tightly embrace his wife with all the affection he had.

"She likes your honesty."

Whispering softly in the ear of the wife with longing. Express her increasingly thrashing desires looking for a backstop in love.

Dinda can feel the tenderness in Zaidan's love game. Until he can enjoy without any sense of pressure let alone imidated. Even his soul was comfortable and happy. When I can do it for my beloved husband.

"Thank you, my dear love." Zaidan kissed Dinda's forehead at the end of her love activities.

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Once again sorry readers, the author has tried to describe it. Sorry if I can't meet all expectations.🤗🤗💗💗🎶