I'M Nathasya Gustari
Tresno Jalaran Soko Kulino

A kiss that was originally just a small pagutan turned more demanding. Tara also pulled off Caca's sleeping kimono strap and overpowered him.

"The commentary is big. Enough time to give her a sister." whispered Tara right to Caca's ear. Makes the woman moan.

Tara put her lips together again. Enjoy every touch that drains an electric shock that makes it opiate. Share the sweat with the heat struggle that Tara is sure will not pass quickly.

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"Yeeeyy!! we live here now, huh?" since departing from their old house to Tara's house, Mentari has been very enthusiastic because he can live in a house that is so large and has his own swimming pool. He wanted to learn to swim with his father.

"Yes dear. From today, Mentari and mama will stay here with papa." not Caca who answers, but Tara.

"But what dance school, pah?"

The second day of marriage, Tara immediately brought her son and wife back to their original home. But he forgot to move to Mentari school as well.

"When school in a new school how? we'll find a good school. More exciting than the old school Mentari."

The mentor shook with a sad face. In his submission he exclaimed. "Dance loves school there. Friends Dance is no longer naughty. They're gonna be friends with Dance now."

Caca smiled at her sad little daughter. "Monitor will still school there, baby. But leaving with mom, huh? papa is working. All mama to Mentari's shop."

Mentari looked into his mother's eyes with a happy twinkle because he could still be with his friends.

But not with Tara. The man looked at Caca sharply and immediately raised a protest. "Udah is Ca. You no longer need to work. No need to come there anymore."

"If I don't come there, who will take care of you? Even if they can be trusted, but still someone has to be angry."

Mentari had already run to her new room leaving the two adults who were arguing.

"You don't have to take care of your boutique anymore. Love your efforts for your best employees."

Caca sneered in his heart. You rich man! it's easy to tell other people about the effort. Even if the business is small, but there where he and Mentari can live. And more importantly, its history. The silent witness of his life. And he will not remove that place from his life.

"It can't be that mas. That place is important to me. I can't just take that place off for someone else."

"What the hell are you worried about. Now we're together. You and Mentari will no longer be lacking."

Caca laughed miris. "I'm the same Tari never even felt lacking even though our lives were simple."

Tara widened her eyes. That's not what he meant. He just wanted to tell Caca that his wife doesn't need to work because she can support their family because she's the head of her household.

"And whatever Mentari wants, I always love him. So Tara doesn't have to worry about your son living a hard life with his own mother."

Tara sighed as her wife was completely offended by her remark. "Ca. That's not what I meant."

Caca showed a bitter smile. "I know mas. I don't want to fight either."

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At that time knowing his little daughter sleeps alone feels sad. Feeling the pity of such a small child who would want to always be in the arms of the mother must sleep alone. Not to mention if her son had a bad dream. Mentari will be very scared when he wakes up and there is no one nearby.

But now, he felt lucky Mentari slept in a separate room with him and his wife. Nothing would interfere with his time alone with his wife Caca.

"Do you feel happy?" Tara stroked the wife's hair in her soft embrace. They were lying down to sleep in Caca's room. Yeah, Caca's room when she was living in that house. The room is directly connected to her husband's workspace.

While Tara's room, now used by their daughter. Caca doesn't want to sleep in the same room as Tara's previous ex-wife.

A little childish and selfish indeed. It felt like he wanted to have Tara alone without the man's past being twice married.

But imagining Tara sleeping in the same bed with other women alone has made her not like. He prefers to imagine how the second activity in Caca's room. Activities that if remembered will make his cheeks blush. How brave it used to be.

"That means you still love the same, me?" ask Tara again expectantly.

How he does not love. If every night that is imagined only the face of Tara.

"It seems like my status has explained everything, ma'am."

Tara's smile grew wider. His embrace is getting stronger. Her heart was happy to hear Caca's answer.

Yep. The status of Caca who chose to raise their child alone already explains how the woman feels about him.

Just like her who survived without another woman after Caca's departure. Because he keeps his love for that woman. Not even a day could she forget Caca.

"Aren't you ashamed, you have a husband who is as old as I am?"

Caca chuckles. Why is her husband only reporting now. They have been in a relationship for so long. They bear children as beautiful as their daughters.

"Why laugh?" Tara slightly distanced her body to reach out to his wife's face.

"Well, is that weird?" the woman chuckled again. "If I'm ashamed, how come there's a Mentari in our midst?" challenge Caca with both raised eyebrows.

"If I'm ashamed, I'll think from the beginning when I start to go into my room often."

Tara clutched her wife again. Buried his face in his wife's black mane.

"Thank you dear. Accepted me for who I am." Caca nodded in Tara's arms. "When the way I decetin you used to be no good. I must have hurt you so much."

"Banget!" caca Sahut. "Until it feels like you hate the same old man."

"I knew. That's why I won't stop thanking you for finally accepting me willingly."

"The word of the Javanese is 'Witing Tresno Jalaran Soko Kulino' mas." said Caca. "It's all because we're used to it, right? like my love that grows for you because it is used to being around you. Because you're used to loving me too." added the girl.

"Bad.. Why would I want to be again? your words make me happy, Ca." Tara begins to kiss Caca's neck and bites him small. Leaving traces of redness there.

"Maasss." tries to keep Tara's head away from the recess of her neck. "We're just finished!"

Tara is not her name if she just gives up. "Once again, after that we both sleep."

Although groaning. Caca resigned herself to serving her husband for the second time that night.

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Hihihi sorry yes, last night only got half a chapter. So I can just get up now.

Uh btw. Tomorrow is good, for the Muslims.

Or are some of you celebrating?

Whether today or tomorrow, we stay the same. Countrymen and religious brothers.

Sorry if all this time othor often make sprains because it is not on time to update. I'm sorry I haven't told you a good story. And sorry if there is a wrong word that unintentionally offends or hurts you.

Happy Eid al-Fitr 1442 H for those who celebrate. Minal aidin wal. Sorry born and inner 🙏🙏