My mother's nanny
chapter 53 - A little Haredang

In the bathroom there was no sound other than splashing water falling from the bathtub that had been filled and filled by two people who were rubbing their backs.

Diah rolled her hair high so as not to disturb Ardi who was rubbing his back.

"Can I explain to you now?"

Ardi looked at Diah who started to make a noise from behind, the movement of his hand rubbing his wife's back paused for a moment, then began to move slowly. He no longer wants to let himself continue to be dominated by his ego. He just had to listen to Diah speak.

"Because you're silent, I assume you agree." Said Diah carefully choosing the word. She waited for a moment for how her husband reacted.

"Me and Mas Rangga do not have any special relationship. He's just a good guy. He has helped me several times, and I promise to repay his kindness. That day, he asked me to accompany him to his friend's birthday party. And that night I asked you for permission. I never thought that she would take me to the salon and give me such a dress, or take me to such a big party." Diah explained, "and met you."

Diah was silent, and so was Ardi. Only the sound of splashing water could be heard amidst the silence of the two.

"Why not tell me if you went with Rangga? If I knew you'd go with that guy, I wouldn't let you, Diah." Ardi broke the silence. His hands were still rubbing his wife's back.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. But, I object to the way you punish me. That's very rude."

"Sorry, this is not going to happen again. Let's be honest with each other, Diah."

"Then can you be honest about one thing?"

Ardi was silent, he did not ask what, he seemed to know what Diah was going to say. Not sure if it can or not.

"How do you feel about me? Am I important to you? Or just as your naps?"

Ardi's lips thinned, and clenched very tightly. He knew that was what Diah would ask. He's very hard at something like this. But for Diah, he should be able to. Or, he would lose the woman's love as a consequence of her.

"Mass?"

Ardi had been silent for too long. Until Diah was powerless to be in an unsettled feeling in his heart. The feeling was getting more and more pressing and made his chest tight and sick.

"Sir..."

"I... I love you, Diah."

The sentence finally appeared stammered, after Ardi continued to struggle in his heart and mind.

"Don't call me master again." Pinta Ardi said, "we are a married couple, why keep calling me master? Did you tell Rangga that you were the maid in my house?"

Diah silenced, then shook his head faintly.

"Stop calling me master, he might have misunderstood thinking you're my maid for calling me master. You're my wife Diah, you also need to know the limits."

There is pain in Diah's chest that arises. "Sorry,"

"We were both wrong, I also apologize for being rude to you. I'm too jealous to see my wife's hand held by another man." Ardi explained, "from now on, can we be open to each other? So that there's no misunderstanding anymore."

In the room, after they finished bathing together, Ardi helped Diah dry wet hair with a hairdryer.

"This red mark is still clearly visible, it's a little embarrassing. What do I cover it with?" Mumbled Diah looked at the reflection in the mirror.

Ardi glanced briefly at his wife from the glass in front of Diah sitting down. Diah's face looked confused and a little upset. Then Ardi continued to dry his wife's hair, move the hairdryer and untangle his wife's hair.

"Which paperbag?" Diah glanced at Ardi from the glass,

"The one on the couch by the bed."

"That's yours?"

"Our," replied Ardi briefly, "before, I asked Lucky to order this room and a change of clothes for us."

Diah looked at Ardi with an inexplicable look. "What are you planning?"

"Actually, the night you asked me for permission, I planned to take you to a party and spend the night here." Ardi smiled faintly, "and rightly, we did spend the night here albeit with a different start to hope."

Diah also joined in with a small smile, "we just lack communication."

"Heem, uh,"

"One of my friends once said, if you fight, just take our partner to the contest, then talk while making children." Ardi chuckled, "like him, it worked. We're better and more open."

Diah laughed, "i don't like it, mom. Especially if you force me like last night. It makes me uncomfortable and very bad."

"That's never gonna happen again." Ardi promised."It's done," he pulled out the hairdryer cable and rolled it up. Then put it on the shelf of the dressing table.

Diah stood up, while Ardi took Diah's paper bag, then placed it in the front seat of the dressing table. He grabbed his wife's waist, carrying Diah in his arms. Ardi's hand touched the wife's cheek, then gave her a kiss on the lips. Slowly moving his lips, and fusing his tongue with Diah's.

Ardi's hand slowly shifted to touch the dadda, down again to the stomach and slowly pulled Diah's bathrobe strap. Diah held back her husband's hand, and tried to escape from his grasp.

"We're going home, don't do this again."

"I'm just helping you take it off."

In a very close distance of sight the four eyes were clashing against each other. Ardi's hand moved upwards with Diah's hand still holding Ardi's wrist. The hand continued to move upwards and stopped on his wife's chest. Just stuck there because Diah's hand held back. Diah's eyes looked into Ardi's eyes which were also staring intensely at him.

"It's been twelve hours, this chest is so tight. If you remmas him, his ASI will come out."

"I know, I tasted it last night."

"Are you still going to do it?" Diah's gaze became sharp. Ardi shook his head faintly. His fingers moved to flick his wife's bathrobe until Diah really looks plain now. There was a sense of unease that again touched him. Diah gulped his saliva roughly, and blurred the view. His hand that was holding Ardi's hand slowly sagged and slipped off. The handsome man walked up to grab a bra from inside the paperbag. Then put it on the wife's chest. Until the bra was perfectly related.

Diah fell silent, pecked and silent. His movements only followed Ardi who helped him wear a bra. Ardi took cellana dallam from the same paperbag. Then help Diah wear it, and installed perfectly. Then he picked up again, clothes from the same place. The front buttoned shirt is cream and floral, the bottom of which is a five cm wide rampel.

After helping Diah get dressed, Ardi smiled. "You're beautiful, baby."

"All the sizes fit together." muttered Diah in amazement.

"I'm your husband, of course I know your size."

Diah curled her lips upwards forming a smile.

"Now, it's your turn to help me get dressed, my wife." Said Ardi slightly raising his head and smiling mischievously.