Husband Carried
Beautiful and not replaced.
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"Bec... "
Feeling overwhelmed, Melisa immediately turned to her husband who was smiling knot. Reza sat on the back of the bed with a magazine in her hand. The middle-aged man always spends time reading whatever it is if it is not in recoki by his two favorite great-grandchildren. I don't know what Dew and Rain are doing right now because since breakfast none of them went into his room.
"What's? Does Reza need anything?" asked the wife, white hair that is neatly carried adds to the impression of motherhood.
"Hem, I need a hug" Reza replied, chuckling.
"That's not necessary, Mas.But it's been your habit all along"
Melisa said while walking slowly, he who was not as strong as before certainly had to be careful when moving including walking, including walking, tired just a little bit, Madam Rahardian will feel pain in the head and even short of breath and if it has happened, Reza will curse himself because he had neglected to keep his Khumairah.
"Come here, I want to sleep"
Reza stretched out his hand which was now slightly wrinkled, not as brave as before but still looked handsome and handsome because it all emanated from the goodness of his heart.
"Close your eyes, beautiful dreams will soon come ready to make you, Mas" said Melisa who is now lying on the side of her father to three children.
"That beautiful dream wouldn't have come if I hadn't slept in your arms, Ra"
"Don't seduce too much, your trunk can't ruffle my woods, Mas."
"You underestimated me, Ra." rickshawed Reza as he kissed his wife.
A face that is not as tight as before never reduces opium in the soul of his maleness. Reza is no longer doing extraordinary actions to break through to the thickets of the wilderness that makes him drunk kepayang, but Sometimes Reza is still actively up and up to the top of the mountain even though not just because of mere napsu.
"Mas, ticklish..."
"I don't know what to say" he said that had drowned his face the neck of the wife.
The most comfortable place that Reza felt besides in the chest of his Khumairah. The fragrant fragrance that never changed despite decades together.
"Mas, can I ask you something?"
"What's? Is there anything I haven't told you, Ra?" reza asked in a voice like a slow mutter.
"What's the reason you love me, Mom?"
Reza who is still in the niche of Melisa's neck also justifies the position of her bed.
"God who plants this love in our hearts, Ra. So don't ask me why I love you so much" he replied casually but suppressively.
"I don't have the answer if you ask me that" Melisa replied with a chuckle, if they were young like they used to be, it can be made sure she will be punished her husband exhausted mercilessly again.
"Hey, you're testing me out"
"Haha, it's not like that, Mommy. There are too many stories we have been through. Maybe now is the time to focus on our story again, how I love you and you love me" Melisa said, holding her husband's hand.
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Yes, here we all meet, all so beautifully arranged into a story. But I'm sure, no matter how many stories HE writes, our story is the sweetest" ..
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