MISS THE NO MAN
Heart Beauty

" How was it at my mom's house? Are you happy?" dirga asked when he picked up his wife after work.

" Thank God it's fun, brother. Mama was very good. I feel good if I have to accompany my mom every day." Kirania was very enthusiastic about telling about her mother-in-law.

" It's good every day." Dirga protested. " Do you mind taking care of your husband, hmm?" Dirga fussing Karina's ears.

" Brother ... " Kirania chuckled as Dirga grabbed her ear despite Dirga's weak performance. " Why am I being picked up, anyway?" Kirania pretended to smash her lips.

" Because you're a wayward husband."

Kirania giggles. " Mama told me the same story, it turns out that Papa Poetra is like a brother's possessive attitude towards his wife. Lebay .." whispered Kirania closer to her husband's ear.

" I'm not much, but I'm too in love with you." Dirga rejected the nickname that Kirania had given him.

" It turns out that mama was a good person and I'm grateful that she accepted me so well."

" Of course you can take it well, because you know that your son is happy to be married to you."

Kirania turned her head while tilting her body towards Dirga.

" A happy brother married me?" ask Kirania.

" So, I'm so happy to be married to you." Dirga immediately knitted his hand by holding his wife's hand and then rained a kiss on the back of Kirania's soft-skinned hand making his wife blush.

Shortly after, Dirga's car enters the courtyard of a florist shop that he happens to pass by.

" What do we want here?" ask Kirania astonished.

" You wait here." Dirga took off her seat belt and got out of her car. " Be careful not to run away, yes!"

Kirania laughed at her husband's threats and let him into the flower shop.

" Good afternoon, sir. Can anyone help? What flowers are you looking for, sir?" greet the beautiful woman employee from the florist shop greeted Dirga who had just entered the store.

" Please pick a bouquet of white roses." Dirga said full of authority worthy of a superior who ordered his men.

" good, Sir. For spouses, other family members or relatives?" ask the woman.

" You're so scared." Dirga did not seem to like the store clerk was too detailed to ask.

" Oh .. I'm sorry, sir, that's not what I meant. I just picked a bouquet that was suitable for the person you want to give the bouquet to." The shopkeeper immediately explained the meaning.

" For the wife."

" Please, Sir. There are several white rose bouquet designs here. What kind of a master would you like?" The beautiful woman showed several models of the bouquet from a computer screen that was shown to Dirga.

" I want something like this." Dirga pointed to a bouquet of white roses in the middle of which were given a pink heart-shaped rose.

" There is a special request for the desired number of rosebuds or according to this example only, Sir?"

" That's all."

" good, Sir. Please wait a minute." The woman pointed towards the sofa telling Dirga to wait for a while. "Rba, Rara ... This master ordered a bouquet of white roses according to code number eight. Get the Yeti to make it immediately." The woman asked her colleague wearing the hijab to immediately ask an expert employee to work immediately. Because the hijab-wearing woman was a new employee at the florist's shop.

" Okay, Sister Anin." The hijab-wearing woman named Azzahra who was called by a woman named Anindita immediately did Anindita's orders.

About fifteen minutes of waiting in the car finally saw her husband coming out of the florist shop with a bouquet of white roses in his hand. A smile immediately flashed on his lips. Her husband really made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

" For my dear wife." Dirga immediately thrust the bouquet in front of Kirania as she got into her car.

" Ang, Brother ..." Kirania's face immediately met with red. " Thank you, Brother." Kirania kissed her husband's cheek.

" You remember the first time you kissed me? When I gave you a bouquet of white roses when I was dating. Now I get the same kiss. If you give me a kiss every day, I'll give you a bouquet of white roses every day."

" What do you love every day? If you want me to kiss your cheek like that, don't have to give me flowers, brother. Yes, if once upon a time it's okay, but if every day dear 'kan the money." Kirania rejected her husband's intentions.

" No, I don't doubt your ability. Brother borong all the flowers and shops and I believe Abang is capable. But out of the money in such free money, Mending Abang donated to the orphanage. More useful, more blessed and God willing will facilitate our sustenance in the future." Kirania is more rational in their opinion.

Dirga who heard the reason his wife refused his wishes now immediately summarized the beautiful face of his wife.

" This is what makes me love you more, baby. Your kindness, simplicity and sincerity is the beauty of your heart that complements the beauty of your face. How can I turn away from you if you've made me fall too deep into your heart?" Dirga immediately buried a kiss on the lips ranum his beloved wife.

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Ting

* Ah, Brother ...!!" Kirania shrieked in shock when she felt her body floating because Dirga lifted her body in a bridal style when the elevator door opened and now Dirga carried the body of Kirania between her arms while walking towards her apartment.

" Sister, put me down. I'm ashamed that someone will see, "pinta Kirania feels that her husband is sometimes too excessive even though what he does are sweet things.

" Let the others see, let them be envious to see us like this." Dirga did not care about Kirania's request so that his wife could only accept what was done by her husband.

Arriving at his apartment, Dirga went straight to the room and placed Kirania's body on the bed. Then he quickly wrapped up the body of Kirania and gave intoxicating touches to his wife.

" Sister, I want the Maghrib." Kirania tried to stop the action of her husband who if left would end up like what.

Dirga glanced at his watch. Time has shown at half-six in the afternoon. And it felt like he could not continue the action, making him only able to bow down in the recess of Kirania's neck with a roar of rough breath until it was felt in the delicate skin of Kirania.

Kirania stroked her husband's dense black hair and said, "We can do it after tomorrow, right? Brother don't be so sad, dong," whispered Kirania in Dirga's ear to finally throw her body beside Kirania.

Kirania tilted her body by propping her head with her hands looking at her husband.

" Sister if you don't want to look at time, anyway." Kirania's hand stretched out to caress the sturdy jaw of her husband.

" That's because you teased me" Dirga said.

" What am I flirting with, brother?" Kirania did not accept being accused like that.

" You kissed my cheek."

Kirania rounded her eyes. " Kissing cheeks is considered tempting? Yes already, I don't want to kiss your cheek again if accused like that." Kirania intended to get out of bed but Dirga's heavy hands held her back.

" Try if you dare to do that!" mencam Dirga stared at the lips as sweet as honey which always became opium for him.

Kirania smiled to find her husband staring longingly at her. " Sir took a bath there, let the hot one so cold because of bathing and hit with ablution water. Especially if you have prayed, surely what you want can be muted for a while. Not long ago, at least about one half hour to two hours. After that you are free to do what you want with me."

Kirania's words were like a whip that whipped Dirga's spirit, making Dirga finally get up and excited towards the bathroom left Kirania who was only able to smile and shake her head to see her husband like a child who wanted to do something because he was given his favorite toy

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