I'm In Love With a SMK Girl

I'm In Love With a SMK Girl
part 60's. First French Kiss


Today is the day Siti returns from the hospital.


I was with the others already in the hospital, to pick up my beloved wife's return.


"I can finally go home too, tired at the hospital mulu! Siti.


"Then you don't have to go into a coma! mama Siti said


"Yes, which city knows ma! Siti.


I took Siti and then I climbed her into a wheelchair.


"Why not carry until out anyway mas! siti whispered in my ear.


"What is the shame of the others? ask me.


"No, why should you be ashamed, you'll be my husband! Siti.


"Udah ya baby don't do a lot of mulu ngoceh! I went to Siti.


"Huff..yes! Siti.


Then we all headed to the car park, I was with Siti alone in the car, while the others also brought a car.


"We're both alone? ask Siti


"Yes! my word


"Yes, that's it! said Siti, then I drove my car at medium speed.


"Who are we going home to? ask Siti


"My house is! my word


"My house, I'm afraid of you! said Siti


"Papa I've become your father, so there's no need to fear, I'll always be beside you! my word


"But the same clothes my other stuff is still in my house mas! said Siti


"Your clothes have moved too! my word


"Hmmm.yes, I did it with my husband! said Siti


"Well, dong nurut same husband, if not hell will wait for you! I said scare Siti.


"As long as I obey your wishes, God willing, hell will be far away! Siti.


Very wise she responded to my words, may you be the wife of Sholehah and good for me.


Now that we had all reached my house, I climbed Siti into the wheelchair again.


We are welcomed by some of my house art, "welcome Miss Siti! bik Imah


Siti responded with a smile, "introduce miss, aunt name Imah, can be called bik Imah! bik Imah


"yes bik! said Siti kindly, then I pushed the wheelchair towards the stairs.


I carried Siti up the stairs, I opened the door with my hands, although it was a little difficult.


"This is our room! my word


...


I saw Devan's room was very clean, there was not the slightest dust in his room.


The wall paint of his room is white, very beautiful to look at, comfortable also in this room.


So I feel like I live here.


"Where do you like this room? ask me Devan


"Like it, the room makes me feel at home! my word


The mattress is also soft not like my mattress is not good anymore.


Mas Devan is still in this room while I've been sleeping on his bed.


"Not out! my word


"Excuse me? ask me Devan


"No! my word


"Continue saying I'm out while you're here, you'll need something and then I'm not there, what about hayo? said mas Devan


What Devan said is true too!.


I don't know what else to say to Devan!


I was just scratching my head, Devan was sleeping next to me, it was awkward, only once was a foreign man sleeping next to me, even though this man is my husband.


"If you want to rest, rest first! said mas Devan


"Yes mas! my word


I laid my body next to Devan's, I couldn't see it, I'd rather have a back, than I'd have a heart attack.


"Not good for a husband! said mas Devan


I don't mind it, I'm just pretending to be asleep.


"Not pretend! said Devan, geez, how could he know! my grouse.


"The scar of the operation I still hurt mas, then my back is yours! I said I was lying when I just wanted to avoid it.


Mas Devan then sat down, he slowly felt the wound of my operation, I was uncomfortable in that palpation, so I shook his hand.


"I want to see your ex-operation! devan said, then I sat down.


"Can't! I said cross my hands.


"His own husband cannot! said mas Devan


"No, I'm ashamed to know, first with a foreign man! my word


"What?, your husband is a stranger to you? ask me Devan


I nodded lightly, smiling, "don't ya, please! my word


"So weird you Siti! said mas Devan


...


In the evening I accompanied Siti in the room, returning from the hospital until now Siti was not allowed to go down first.


I told him to just rest in the room, until he was completely healed.


Now I'm feeding her dinner.


He nodded slowly as he chewed on the food I was feeding it.


"This is called food! said Siti


"This is food! my word


"There's a taste, not kayaking in the hospital yesterday was not good at all! her word


"Yes, you're sick, but the food is also sick! my word


Siti laughed immediately, "mas Devan is there, where there is sick food! ablaze


"There is, the proof of the taste of his food is bland like a sick person! say me.


"Yes too! Siti.


I finished feeding her the new food I gave Siti the medicine she had to drink.


"Have you eaten? ask Siti


"Not yet! my word


"Why not, then if you are sick how?, then who takes care of you, you will know that I am sick now too! siti babbling.


"Yes, my wife will have a lot of chatter! my word


"When will you be sick! said Siti


"Essentially! my word


"Oh yeah, watch out if you don't! said Siti


"Yes, you don't have to worry baby! my word


Siti smiled shyly her face was reddened, when I called her baby.


That girl is so easy!


"I'm sorry, but for now I can't serve all your needs! Siti.


"No papa I understand, my wife will be sick again, later you if you are healed surely you will serve me well! my word


"Goodie, you want to know me! ablaze


"Yes! say me.


Now that we looked at each other, Siti looked at me with a smile, I also smiled at her.


"Mas! said Siti


"Yes! my word


"Not be! her word


"Why?, is there anything you want to say? ask me


"No, I just called you! she said with a sweet smile.


"Mas Devan my husband, you really are handsome! she teased me.


I smiled and then I kissed her lips briefly, she held her lips that I kissed earlier.


...


Missing the French kiss I've been guarding for nineteen years.


But it's okay to take a French kiss I'm my own husband, so it's okay!


...


seriate...


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(before reading this story the author wants to tell if this story is just a fantasy that the author strung into a story, then, so if the plot or storyline is a little different author apologizes as much as πŸ™)


(Author new beginner to pioneer this story, hopefully the author's story a lot of interest)


(If the author rarely updates means the author is busy again with school affairs, again the author tells you that the creator of this story is a schoolchild, less and more is just that the author until right!)


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