LILIS - LAMIAH HELL TWO LOVE
CHAPTER 47: MAS IS STILL YOURS

Long Lilis pondered what her mother-in-law had told her. It was amazing the woman who gave birth to her husband.

Not blaming him, even apologizing and acknowledging how embarrassed he was for his son's actions. It is not entirely wrong, Irsam. Because Lilis paved the way.

But according to the requirements that Irsam proposed at the beginning, he must not regret. So, Lilis began to cling, it was true that she should be able to win her husband's heart back.

Lamiah was the third person he invited. It is true that Irsam's mother said, she also had the right to exterminate Lamiah from her household.

A week passed, Irsam seemed always excited about his day. Irsam played the role of a warm father to Faizal, and in a day it was mandatory for him to fondle Adilla. Even at night, he was never alpha to hug the body of Lilis on their bed, without the activity of husband and wife because Lilis's puerperium did not end perfectly. But Irsam can really play his part as a good husband, as before.

"Mas..next week ration mas with Lamiah. So, you don't have to go home. Once I think-pikur will be fairer and easier counting. If a week here and a week there." Said Lilis while tidying up Irsam's clothes that were about to leave for the office.

"What if we miss Adilla and Faizal?"

"But she must have missed a husband who was always by her side all night until the morning."

"My queen's sure...?"

"Don't we agree to start again fairly?" lilis' question really hit Irsam. Sure enough all this time he slept more at home with Lilis and chatted with her son. But at lunchtime, he always tries to enjoy the treats that Lamiah treats. Be it food for birth or the mind. Is that what they suggest justice?

Irsam chose to agree and was willing not to go home for a week, at Lilis' request. He was very good to his mom and dad. Will be at his young wife's house. And it was welcomed by both of his parents. Which does not prohibit them polygamy, as long as it is appropriate in terms of running it.

"De Miah. A few weeks ago, my brother always slept there, but still always lunch and filled by you here. Does that mean you're being unfair to them?"

"Actually day or night has no effect. The important thing here is to be happy there, which means you are fair. Only, since brother is not saying good, it's as if we're cheating again."

"But there brother is again free parking which, can not fiawahi his inner. Let the brother come here."

"Abang.. make de Miah sad. Fix bang, Miah just a satisfied wife naf su brother only so. Sin again we bang."

"So how?"

"Together we learn to restrain ourselves. De Miah help. You will not prepare body and soul food for your brother, if not Miah's schedule. We have to stick to the commitments we make and agree on. Okay my husband, baby?"

"alright... Lilis had difficulty with the division she made per 3 days. So it's easier to round per week he said."

"OK deal. Remember.next week can't have lunch here ya bang."

"Whoever my darling."

"Have gone to sleep, good night my dear husband."

"Heeemm, that..."

"What's wrong?"

"Why bang?"

"Again want to start working tonight. Brother wants de Miah to get pregnant soon. So it's not lonely if you're there." Lamiah sat down and stripped her own clothes.

"Rodi's work till morning?" challenge Lamiah of course makes Irsam do not want to delay the time to overtime on the mattress.

A week is like a day for two lovebirds who are in a romantic hangover. Between love and passion is no different. And as sweet as the household apparitions may be, they are not a perfect match, for they are happy on the first wife's cry.

Even though they only move at home, their intimacy is not inferior to newlyweds who are passionate. Really Lamiah was always able to make it opiate. Hah..what is the news of Lilis who has even almost missed serving him, wherever his love.

Irsam was back home, hugging Faizal and Adilla, his children. Staring puzzled by the luggage available in his room and Lilis.

"Rato... Who will travel?" tanya Irsam finished the afternoon shower after the office.

"We're going on my king's honeymoon. You know, I miss all the touches of my dear husband." Lilis replied snatching the thick lips of the husband that were certainly still hers.

"My wife is full of surprises. When do we leave? and where?"

"Tomorrow.we go to Wakatobi. We were there 5 days, 4 nights."

"How's Adilla?"

"There's a mother who's used to taking care of it." Replied Lilis who had even managed to remove all Irsam work shirts that had just come home from work.

"Waaw... Has my queen missed you so much?" Tempt Irsam with a hand that does not move from the bok ong that he squeezed since.

"Why...? my king is full of food there?" lilisbtak's question was answered by Irsam. He prefers to hold the body of a woman who was once very crazy in terms of loving. Having sex in the bathroom, in the bath up. Like the sweet times they spent together.

Lilis was earnestly serving her husband, even her little heart said nothing had changed from her husband. Irsam is still hot tempestuous, touching, fondling, exhortation and jolt. Still as it used to be. Lilis was sure, she was still in her husband's heart.

"Thank you, my queen, you have always been wonderful to serve me."

"Don't forget, I've already given son two to you. Maybe everything has been broken. Not as loud as the shop next door." Lilis Fishing.

"You both have their own advantages. And let's agree not to compare each other. Because you've never been like him, and he'll never be like you. But one you must believe, that now you two are enthroned in my heart."

"I'm sorry my husband. It all happened because of my mistake. I should have thought long before taking that deal."

"It's happened, and I'm already in love with him. And, sorry as long as you're in puerperium, the afternoon is always on the side. Ask to be served. May my queen forgive and condone our unjust deeds to you. I'm talking like this, not intending to heat you up, just not wanting any more lies between us. Lilis Listiana, you're still my queen. It's still yours." Lilis is increasingly imprisoned in her husband's woo crib. Feeling bitter when hearing her husband's confession, but accepting steadfastly for that honesty. Maybe that's the beauty of sharing.

Seriate...