Loving Your Husband
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"Astagfireullah! When can I walk again, God... I can't even get out of this wheelchair without falling" Grutu Diran, who's fed up with her body, said.

Syiren who listened to Diran's complaint began to approach her "Master. Let me help you" Pinta Syiren.

Diran turned to Syiren for a moment "Who let you in" asked Diran.

"I just changed Mrs Lena's clothes. And I came back to take the dirty laundry" explains Syiren.

"No need... Go" Ketus Diran refused firmly.

Syiren is quite angry because she sees Diran in distress but she refuses to accept Syiren's help.

"Why haven't you left yet?" ask Diran firmly.

"This color is my duty" said Syiren immediately grabbed Diran's hand and wrapped it around her shoulder.

"What are you doing. I am not your muhrim" snapped Diran evasively. But Syiren insisted, and he began to try to lift Diran's body "You can harass me. But this is my job and I have to be professional" Syiren explained.

Syiren's strong talk makes Diran dead fleas. He couldn't reply to Syiren's little point either.

"Heart.." said Syiren. Diran was finally able to sit on the mat safely.... This is the first time Diran has sat down without having to feel the pain of a fall.

For a moment, Diran and Syiren's faces were close enough that Syiren's heart was racing due to the awkward "Master. You're fine" said Syiren removing Diran's arm circumference on his shoulder.

"Good... Thanks..." Reply Cold Diran.

Syiren quickly raised Diran's legs and began to gently cover her. He also began to envelop the innocent-looking body of Lena with her thin sleepwear.

"Good night, sir... Hopefully tomorrow I can help you again. And hope you don't refuse my help." explains Syiren lowered her head and left the room.

Diran began to daydream for a moment, she immediately turned her head towards his wife "Darling... How can you give me a young girl like this?" asked Diran while rubbing the head of his wife.

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The Dug Dug...

Astagfirullah... What the hell am I doing? Why do I feel awkward after touching Mr. Diran. I don't think my heart can stop beating... I'm embarrassed but I'm awkward too.. What does all this mean. It's impossible if I like diran... Time was that easy, I just met him even this feeling that appeared... Bathin Syiren raged in his heart.

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Morning arrives...

Lena started wrapping all her clothes 'Honey. Where are you going?" asked Diran frantically seeing his wife struggling, Diran woke up and saw a slightly stifling sight.

"I'm going on a tour abroad mas..." Reply Lena indifferently.

"Tour's? Tour said?" tanya Diran did not understand what Lena had explained earlier.

"Yes mas. The tour? Don't you know what the Tour means?" Angered Lena pressed down on Diran.

"Astagfirulah... You said you wanted to tour when your husband was sick?" Ask Diran a little angry.

"ill? You are not sick. You are a defect..." Lead Lena blasphemed Diran.

Sontak Diran was very angry "You don't want to... The treasure that you are enjoying right now is the result of my jirihat... I can take it anytime!" Jerky Diran.

And Lena quickly replied "Oh please... But, we have already signed a pact about the treasure that is in your hands is my treasure as well. Have you forgotten our agreement?" ask Lena not to lose.

Diran finally threw away his face and began to accept his wife's own will...