My love is Talented by the Pasar Soleh Thugs
candle light dinner
happy reading all 😍
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I was pensive on the stairs to see all the busyness at home 7 monthly events or commonly called Tingkeban forcing everyone to participate, and you know what? the 7-monthly event is like going to be held a celebration of the king's son only, maybe because Abah and Ambu are the people who are respected here , salut with mutual help here, maybe,neighbors also helped.
"Neng.neng Nara was quite silent and sat sweetly" said Ambu, so here I see the mothers who helped ambu cook and prepare a 7-month celebration, later will be distributed ,my eyes diverted to see something unique prepared by her brother Ambu named nyai Euis, she had just come from the city of Sumedang.
" assalamualaikum nyai, "my broom with my chin on his shoulder, I was already close to him, honest not only with him but the whole family of Rama was very easy to get along with me ,it's lucky I can feel knowing them, even my parents have been staying from yesterday , mamah who is still shallow in Sundanese customary insight is very interested , although this 7-monthly event is commonplace, the Rama family still strongly holds the cultural customs of Pasundan land that began to disappear because it was set aside by modern culture.
" wa'alaikumsalam neng "he smiled and then returned to his focus
" pregnant mother if it has entered 7 months manyin road neng, let her birth smoothly" not nothing she has kicked me to walk the road.
" it's been until Nara's foot, '" I replied as if complaining.
" his finger is swollen, isn't it?" asked, I shook my head "gratitude that way, so nyai no need to mengurutin "kehnya, so sorry I said no.
" nyai again nyiapin what ?" let me see it engrossed in making a small circle above the unused precarious .
" talawengkar, yang !" his answer made me frown and find a strange word .
" don't wrinkle it or jidatnya (neck \= wrinkle) !" he giggled .
" his brother just heard !" say
" money for a trip, neng ..! so later neng tuh sale rujak for guests who come well this is the money ! " he replied while showing the precariousness that has become a circle shape resembling a coin while wa Didi her husband was engrossed in carving the faces of Rama and Shinta puppet figures in two coconuts, very beautiful.
" a ! very good try Nara's face carved there Rama same Nara wa, not the same Shinta !" my claws made the middle-aged man who showed a frown on his face laugh.
" yes, later wa chisel neng face, especially in teak wood "he exclaimed
greupp !!
a pair of sturdy hands hugged me from behind and sniffed greedily at my nape.
" you carved it in my heart !!" he said, Tombal in front of the two kaka from his parents seemed ordinary to Rama, so the two old men smiled glancing at each other "young blood ! playboy cap ginger again fight !" ledek wa Didi's.
" hhh rich man who is not the same !" sarcasm wife.
" perfumed !! have you taken a shower ?" ask her, which is true ! it's half-five in the afternoon if nyai bumil can't shower kesorean, I nodded "already !"
" where all day ?" asked Rama who was still at home in his position rubbing my womb swab.
" no where , go around the house ! " answer.
" good !" he said he'd peek back into my neck.
" bosen ?"
if you don't ask, I'm getting used to the prison of love for Ramadan.
" if I said yes, would you tell me all day maen ??" I turned to look at my man's face he shook his head "engga, want to be sure maen just, but the richness of the mother is already at home !" he let go of his embrace and sauntered away to the upper room, as I chased after him, for whatever reason I regret challenging him as soon as I want !!! want to really, get out of the house just to find the wind.
At the end of this busy Rama so he is rarely in the house that automatically I can not go out of the house, because Rama is the same as my key to be able to get out of the house.
" i want a..!!! come on out !!! walk the way !!! if Upin Ipin says eat the wind !!" rengekku wrestled with Rama's arm, now I began to be friendly with the series of twin bald children because the series that always adorned the TV screen at any time , otherwise the bald twin, definitely the yellow box.
" don't eat the wind, which..! later added bloating his stomach "joking jokes me.
" jalan a.ngukur street Bandung city !" I said, but again Rama teased me "the streets of the city of Bandung panjang, yang...! no need to be measured just ask google just "the answer opens the door of the room, and I follow like a duck child on the mother.
" uhhh ! keep answering ! say no intention !" I threw my pan*tat on the edge of the bed while holding her side, she laughed crisply beating the crispness of the wafer when bitten.
" okay, but sun first !!" he crouched down before me carrying my hand in his grasp, if only for the sun doang I am the expert now, nothing is a little called cheap by the husband himself, which is important the road remains in the ACC..
I kissed her right cheek gently, she asked for her left cheek anyway, and finally every inch of her face did not escape my kiss.
" have you ?? I was still a few inches in front of his face, but outside my power Rama even pulled my chin, the other hand pulled my waist.
My eyes blinked in surprise even after that I enjoyed his boneless tongue game while exploring all parts of my mouth and playing with mine.
Up to my hand that patted his chest a sign of a depleted air supply in the lungs.
" chance in narrowness, feel got a gun ! " dumelku, he grinned "indeed !" the answer.
" touching you is not satisfied ! and I'm happy I have a gun for your son !" his wicked laughter mocked me.
" now I want to take his promise !" my door.
" okay baby ready first, I'm down for a second !" rama replied, I was a little excited to be able to find a clear plus seger ...
I choose the milah clothes to wear, free also actually anyway my clothes that fit and comfortable to wear only models like this only a.k.a babydoll knee-length, too,only the color varies, my choice fell on the pink baby even though it was open on the shoulder but I wear a knit sweater in the same color, the clock on the wall was past Maghrib , ' he said ,but Rama never returned, how could Rama lie ? I knew Rama would never break a deal...
I tried to find him out of the room, but I just went downstairs, Wawan called me .
" tea ,tadi aa Rama said , he said Wawan told nganter teteh !" exclaiming Wawan who has prepared with the car keys of the Jagur.
I frowned a few folds of "co even like Wawan anyway !!!" muttered
" where to go ??" I asked Wawan, weird I made a deal with him why he even told Wawan, not himself who said I could not go out without him.
" he said first, wait there !"
What other plans did Rama make, , as it is not strange, Allah.I nodded in doubt but I followed the steps of Wawan who did not know where to take me .
Because the house people are too busy preparing for tomorrow, so when I let them nod and say yes, plus maybe Rama has advised the house people that I will be with him.
My eyes skirted one by one the buildings that passed and the road that was getting away from the house into the Punclut area, the cold felt here because it was a highland area.
If the morning is usually mostly Bandung residents, exercise here but it is because now many investors are planting shares and also creative ideas of business people make this area an area that many instagenic buildings ,comfortable and visited by many foreign and local travelers for a vacation, the night atmosphere is even more lively . The winding road leads me to the front of a cafe that often appears on vacation shows on tv...
" Tea has arrived." said Wawan .
I went down without saying, '" sure, Wan a Rama told you to come here ?" the answer is not to believe.
" yeah tea,yu entered as Wawan want to take the key of the motorbike that was made aa, make it home "wawan replied .
I walked without knowing where to walk, sitting here like a place to hang out on a towering hill, so that all the houses and streets of the city looked small ,young people and many families who are eating dinner while taking pictures .
A waiter on the threshold of the cafe gave Wawan a motor key and left a message so that Wawan could go home, Wawan said and gave me a car key "Tea, Wawan's task has been completed , Wawan's job has been completed , Wawan went home first, see already expelled the akang preachernya !" kelakar Wawan's..
" Narasheila Tea??" asked the waiter, I nodded, how much did he get paid by Rama to be told like this..?
The waiter gave me a bouquet of roses, took me to a seat at the very end, and he left me alone.
My body was sculpted when I saw the figure of a man wearing a plain white t-shirt but wrapped in a black suit with long jeans standing in front of me, that Rama ,the man who usually looks badboy looks so cool and mature, although still his badboy side dominates with black earrings and hair in the style of Korean boyband cravings me.
" old !" his whisper then kissed my forehead which was still silently pecking
" why ? weird, huh ?" ask her, I shake fast
" handsome "my answer, now I feel bad, am I wrong costume ?
" a , what is it ?" tanyaku amused .
Rama took me to sit not a fancy chair of teak or mahogany but a pea-like sofa that I could comfortably sit on . While staring at the night sky roofed with a sprinkling of stars flickering the busy city of Bandung, Rama sat next to me but facing each other .
" i'm sorry, during my same courtship, you've never felt a candle light dinner at a romantic place rich in people, where you had a meal at a dusty roadside lesehan" he said regretfully.
" it's not because I can't be romantic or irritating, I just want to teach you special simplicity, I want to do that romantic scene with you when you're rightfully mine, Ra "
"i don't want romantic romance but the end is broken and instead plunges us into the valley of obedience, I want romantic when you are halal I look, when you are halal I touch ,I want the romance I will make you fall in love with me every day during our marriage "he explained.
" I'm sorry also because only now can I invite you to make candle light dinner, I'm too busy working for our future 'sampe forgot that you need a friend ,need a life partner who can menggerasain together how difficult it is to be a wife and mother-to-be of my son "
Unknowingly my tears flowed upon hearing my naughty husband's words. I shook my head vigorously as I fanned my heated eyes and face
" hey ! ko nangis ?" ask her. Let people say I'm a crybaby but until now I want to age with you, only with you.I hug my man tightly, as if I don't want to let him go anymore ,if there's glue, I want you to glue it so I can stick to it.
" moved "my great-grandson, Rama chuckled, cupping my cheek "try you look down !" request .
The park which is usually reserved specifically for toddlers available there is a small LED light lamp and is formed into a sentence
" Daddy ❤ Mother "
Let me not be the visitors who are present there also baper see the endless sweetness of Rama's attitude, so not infrequently from those who perpetuate it.
Rama has taken me to the seventh heaven, making me the most special person on earth . Believe me my face is no longer controlling gawking laughably.
The man I once hated the most for his slengean style, and acting at will, even to see his face alone made me want to push him into the deepest abyss or the Mariana Trench, but now the man in front of me is holding my hand and making me speechless, what should I say .
The silhouette of Rama's appearance when High School changed with Rama which currently makes me more and more rushing to shed tears.
don't judge the book from the cover.....
" i love you !!" my answer went into his arms.
" more than me !" he looked down and kissed my head a few times
" there's another one !" heed
" what is ??" I asked, he asked me to stand face to face and play a romantic song on his phone, after putting it on the table his hand shrewdly grabbed my hand took it around his neck and took me to move according to the strains of romantic melow song ,the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, from the eyes down to the heart, the eyes were staring but to the heart, the atmosphere of the night supported me to drift in the music and movement of Rama who guides me to dance ,no matter the gaze of other visitors , the world feels the property of the other two just contracted to happen to me at this time, fortunately I was exposed to the magic of love Rama until not fully aware, yet,don't know if my consciousness has returned, I'm ashamed.
" i got the wrong costume, didn't I ??" I'm less alone, looking at Rama who is already in the style of a Korean oppa oppa but I'm like going to sleep.
" engga ! you are beautiful, the mother is always beautiful and sexy, especially the time te*lan*jang "his great-grandson in the last word, I pat her chest ,there is always a word of indecency at the end of his romantic attitude, Rama with all his silliness and his confusion to me can not be separated.
" don't ruin your romantic husband's predicate tonight dong ,a" said I, he laughed crisply.
" it's a package, which ..!" the answer.
" that...! " call him, I raise my eyebrows preparing to hear the next poetic phrase of his Kahlil Gibran
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" my stomach is laper !!!" whispered
My eyes immediately squinted, and my lips pursed
" !!!" my inner
" eat yuu !" invite him to stop his movement and invite me back to sit , he called the waitress and told her to bring the food of his order earlier , some portions of food and drink "is not wrong order that much ??"
" a this ain't wrong ??" I asked, he shook his head "pregnant mother should be fulfilled nutritionally "other in other speech as well as the reality that has been very greedy eating food, my husband, how long have not eaten, how long have not eaten,so which pregnant women with nutritional needs that need to be fulfilled is which ??me or him ??.
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