Indissolubility
Honeymoon 2

Yumna and Andi were cleaning a house that looked dusty. Since Yumna lived in this house, there was nothing to clean. It was fortunate that the courtyard was on the wall, so no grass grew.

Quite tired indeed, but there is no way they sit on the dust that seems clear, so the couple chose to clean first.

Now they were in Yumna's room. Yumna arranged their clothes for the next few days, in the closet that Yumna used to store her clothes in.

"Was not taking a shower?" Yumna saw her husband lying down on the not-so-so-padded bed.

Andi shakes. "A little while Bun. Do you want to shower first?" andi looked at his wife who was sitting at the side.

The woman wiped her husband's black mane. Then, the hand moved on the cheek that was grown with a sideburn that looked clean shaved.

Yumna. "Later Mas" replied Yumna who was still soft-spoken on her husband's cheek with anxiety. I wanted the woman to bite her husband's cheek.

"Why?" Andi looked at his wife's pretty face.

Yumna pressed her shoulders. "Later on. I still want to do it anyway" replied Yumna who was not satisfied wiping her husband's face.

"Isss, don't push it Bun. It hurts, "His cheeks hurt a little because his wife pushed him pretty hard.

"Heheh, sorry Mas. It's good to know like this. Just try Mas rasain on my cheek," said Yumna who chose to sleep next to her husband.

Andi did what his wife said. It feels good, even impressed when doing it. What his wife said was true. Even it feels Andi does not want to let go of his cool crotch playing his wife's cheek.

"Yes Bun. It feels good to be a gini cake. Moreover, the mother's cheeks feel soft," Honestly Andi. In just a moment the slightly thick lips got on the forehead of the wife gently. There was even a bit of saliva left there when Andi let go of his kiss.

"Don't you, what I said, Mom. You did not initially believe," said Yumna who wanted to sit down. But the movement was restrained because of her husband's large body. "Awas ih Mas. I want to sit down, "have Yumna that her husband hasn't shown.

"Mother," Kambali Yumna slept just like that. Let her husband's body support her.

"Yes Mas" replied Yumna looking at her husband's face.

"Pengen," One clear word Yumna knew her point.

"What a tired man. Did we work a lot of money?" ask Yumna. It felt on her face the breath of her already disordered husband.

Andi shakes. "No Bun. Yuk Bun, Mas wanted," he said, bringing his face closer to the wife's face.

Only a small nod was given Yumna. To be honest, Yumna was very tired. But what can the woman do if it is not to meet the needs of her husband that she cannot refuse.

To say that he was tired was impossible. Moreover, now her husband's face looks reddened to withstand the turmoil on his body that might not be able to be held back.

Resignation, that's all he's doing now. Unable to reject her husband. Not only that, he was even afraid to refuse because he remembered sin.

***

"Would you like to eat something?" Yumna approached her husband who was sitting in the living room.

"Mas wants to eat nutrijjel Bun. What Mommy can make for mas," asked Andi enthusiastically.

"Yes it's okay Bun. Before that, can anyone help Bun?" Andi looked at his wife.

Yumna. "No Mas. You just sit here. It won't take long anyway, Mas" replied Yumna with a sweet smile adorning her face.

Andi just nodded her head. Yumna left her husband in the living room alone. She will do what her husband wants first. It won't take an hour. At least ten minutes if it's the stove fire magnified.

"Mas, you want chips?" Yumna offered her the banana chips she had brought from the kitchen.

"No Mother. Eat," answered Andi. He did not want to eat chips. All he wanted was a nutrijjel, which his wife still refrigerated in the refrigerator.

Yumna sat down beside her husband. Do not forget her head is leaning on her husband's firm shoulder. Andi gently rubbed Yumna's black mane. Yumna does not wear the hijab as usual. This she did also her own husband's wish. If she had not asked her husband, Yumna would not have let go of her hijab.

"Mother, I want you to take off the hijab. In this house there is only us. Unlike if we are in Jakarta, which sometimes there are guests who come," said her husband a few hours ago.

Andi rubbed his wife's flat stomach wrapped in a nightgown. "May our baby grow up here quickly, Bun," Andi repeatedly landed a kiss on his wife's flat stomach. His desire at this time, the presence of a child in the womb of the wife. The figure of a tiny baby that the man had craved for a long time.

"Aamiin Mas's. May all that you desire be granted to God, Matt. Likewise with me, who also wants a second baby in this womb, Mas," replied Yumna who also wanted what her husband now wants.

"Dear Amiin. May our do'a be afflicted with God, Bun,"

"Yes, aamiin. Most importantly we pray and also try." replied Yumna with a smile.

"Yes you are really Bun" said Andi. "Has the nutrijjel been hard, Bun?" he continued to sit himself perfectly.

"Wait a minute. I'll take a look first. Usually it won't be long, if it's put in the freezer."

"Yes Bun,"

It won't take long. Yumna carried a plate of nutrijjel on a plate that had been cut into pieces by the woman. "Nih Mas, it can be eaten," Yumna offered the nutrijjel to her husband.

"What is this feeling Bun? How is it purple? Usually when at home, Mama often make orange color. If not mistaken Mas mango and orange taste." Andi looked at his wife waiting for an answer from the woman's mouth.

"It's the taste of the wine. It was going to taste melon, but it didn't" replied Yumna.

"Why Bun?" andi asked her frown.

"The melon taste I have often made at home for Ali, Mas. It's okay to feel different, too" replied Yumna smiling. Don't forget there are chips in his mouth.

"Hmm, it tastes good too Bun. Mother wants?" bargain Andi who brought the nutrijjel that had been bitten on the mouth of the wife.

"Hmm yes delicious. Mau again Mas," pinta Yumna to her husband.

With pleasure, Andi returned to feed his wife. It feels so good to do something simple like this. No need to be luxurious to create happiness. Why should luxury if small things alone have made happiness.

TB