My wife Canduku
you're where I came home

Inca looked at herself in the bathroom mirror with her underwear wrapped. He saw his belly begin to bulge, a larger chest, and a rounder back. He turned himself in front of the mirror.

Mario smiled, standing leaning on the bathroom door by folding his hands in his stomach, while continuing to pay attention to his wife's behavior in the mirror. Inca always looks beautiful, especially at this time, she is more often dressed up even though thin. She also wears more girly and brightly colored clothes.

Mario slowly approached the Inca who had not felt that anyone was watching him.

Mario hugged the Inca from behind, palpating the distended stomach, while continuing to trace the neck of his wife's level with his lips.

"Why, Honey?" Mario asked gently, propping his chin on the Inca shoulder. His hand continued to stroke that open smooth shoulder

"I'm fat, brother?" Inka asked back by pursing her lips.

Mario shakes. "I like it, I like it even more."

Inka looked at Mario from the mirror, and vice versa.

"If later after giving birth, I'm fat, how? you still like it?"

Mario chuckled with the Inca question, he turned his body. Then, kiss her forehead. He raised his hand to touch the hairdresser covering the face of the Inca, slowly tucking the hairdresser behind his ear.

"You're where I came home. Like a pigeon flapping its wings far away somewhere, but it always knows its home, it will always know where it is going. I am like that, you are my home. Even though the house has changed decorations, you are still my home, a comfortable home for me and for my children."

The Inca was moved, the tears were slightly stirred. She kept looking at her husband's handsome face. Their eyes clashed. Then, Mario stuck his forehead to the Inca.

"I will always try to be a good husband and father."

"I believe." Answer the smile. His voice sounded melodious, making Mario's libido rise.

The Inca always bit her lower lip, whenever it got a prey's gaze from Mario, making her unable to hold back any longer.

Mario smiled, and carried his wife who was getting heavier, then took her to their place of dispute. He laid the Inca there, tasted each other, and gave pleasure. Pregnant women do have their own sensations when having sex. It was felt by the Inca, during pregnancy, she was more aggressive. But that makes Mario happy. I want him to do it 3 to 5 times a day. But that's impossible, because Mario had done it before, the impact of Inka had a cramp on his stomach, and it made Mario feel very guilty.

One hour they did the unification, accompanied by the melodious voice of the Inca who continued to call the name Mario, and Mario who never stopped saying love. The release happened, both fell. Mario pulls the Inca into his arms.

Inka nodded her head. "Have you slept?"

Mario rubbed his Inca hair gently. "You haven't slept?" He turned back with his eyes closed.

Inca shook her head, her hands still touching Mario's exposed chest, she touched a long stitch wound that was clearly imprinted right before her face.

"Does it still like to hurt?"

Mario shakes. "Not at all."

"How are you, Sasha? In any case, I thank him, because his mother saved you."

"Bryan and Sasha are now living in Singapore, according to Bryan, Sasha is now pregnant."

"Oh, huh?" The Inca lowered its head, and aligned it with Mario.

"It was only 8 weeks, maybe now more."

"Well, Bryan must be happy."

Mario nodded. "He's just as crazy as me, even worse. But now he knows where to go."

Dret.. Dret.. Dret..

The sound of Inca's cell phone ringing.

Inka grabbed her phone that was on the nightstand. He woke up a bit of his body, and stared at the number on the screen. Again an unknown number that often gives him whatsapp messages.

"Who?" Mario asked towards the Inca who was behind him.

"Do you know who? Lately I've been getting messages and calls from this number." Inka showed Mario his phone.

Mario opened the message. Seen there, the Inca did not reply to all the messages that came.

"I'll check it out." Mario, while holding his Inca phone, opened up everything inside.

Elsewhere, the man was looking at his cell phone. He was upset that his message and phone were never answered by the Inca. For almost two weeks he tried to establish communication with the Inca, but nil.

"My brother won't deal with you anymore. She was happy now, because her husband loved her very much. Huh.. My brother is lucky." The woman suddenly spoke from behind.

That woman is Adhis.

Vino was angry to hear Adhis's words. He turned his body and pushed Adhis against the wall, and strangled his neck.

"Silence, I said silence. Your mouth is never good to hear!"

Vino slapped Adhis on the cheek, then grabbed and pulled him.

"Out of Vino, you've hurt me a lot. Off!" Adhis screamed while holding his hair.

They were in his room. The noise in the middle of the night, it happens often, because they are almost every day quarrel. The maid in the house, was used to hearing Vino's screams and Adhis's cries. If it is like this, the maid in the house will usually take Deandra to play out, park or calm her to sleep in a room away from her parents. After marrying Vino, Adhis is no longer what he used to be, his indulgences are gone, his habits disappear, his courage is not there. What was in his mind was Deandra, his only son. He endures only for his son, who must be complete with the affection of both parents, added his father, who has given up 50 percent of his efforts falling in the hands of Vino, who is, making Adhis can not be easily separated from Vino.

Vino dropped Adhis on his bed. He wants an impingement. Adhis body becomes an outlet for her husband's lust and anger. Supposedly the union of husband and wife was beautiful and delicious, turning into a bad and scary thing for Adhis.

Adhis cries, after Vino reaches his release and leaves to leave him in the room alone.

"I'm sorry, brother. This is the fruit of my evil deeds to you first." Inner Adhis.

He kept sobbing. If time could be turned, he would not take Vino from the Inca, because it belongs to a person who looks good, not necessarily still good when in our grasp.

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Sorry guys, my eyes have not been strong want to break, from earlier nguap mulu. Tomorrow onward again yes. InshaAllah's.. Thanks 😘😘