Nackal Duda
Prayer in the Midnight

I looked at the plain girl beside me. I grabbed my body with her and hugged her waist tightly.

It smells so good to him. I love the smell of his body. So soothing for me.

"I won't sell that car."

"Why is that why?" He was surprised to hear my words. "Tari is just asking for a discount. Don't have to be much. 10 uh 5 percent is enough. So the one who buys has nothing to lose!"

Very nice of him. That left no damage whatsoever. I'm still playing with caution because Dance is still hard to penetrate. It's still very close, and I like it.

"I don't plan on selling the car. Make a memento if the car is a witness to our sweat and sighs that blend into one. If it's sold later there's nothing to remind me that you were so hot earlier when I was on top of me." I put on my smile and hid my face behind his back.

"Don't that ah, Om! Just because Om's memento is a big loss. It's a car! Costly. Not like the price of a tie of kale!" nagel Dance.

There's just her vocabulary. My car is compared to a bunch of kale! Grandma smelled of earth also knew that it was clearly much different!

"Leave it. It doesn't matter."

"Yaudah Tari does not ask for a discount. You can sell at normal prices! Anyway, don't lose it!"

Ha.ha... So stubborn of him!

"Yes! Don't think I'm losing or making a profit! We are sleeping now! I'm so tired all day having fun with you!" then my vision began to fade and I entered into dreamland.

The embrace and smell of the body of Dance seemed to be an opium to me. Makes me instantly rilex and quickly fall asleep.

I woke up feeling a hug that made me rilex nothing. With my eyes closed, I felt the bed next to me. Blank. Where's she?

My eyes were still not used to the darkness of the room. I fingered the nightstand and took the HP. 2 O'clock at night. What is he doing at this hour?

I sat down and looked for Dance. He's not in the room either. I walked out of the room and searched the kitchen. There's none either.

Did Tari run away with my valuables?

No! The boy would not do that. If he wants to take my money, he'll ask me directly and I'll give it to him.

I saw the guest room lights on. The room was Dance's room before we got married. Room that also likes to use Papa and Mama when staying.

Understandably, my house has only three bedrooms. On top of one and I've turned it into a sports ground.

I walked over and my steps stopped right at the door. I fell silent and listened to Dance who was praying.

"O Allah, please do not bring Om Agas closer to Ma'am Tara. Don't let Om Agas fall into Tara's arms..."

Tara's?

I remember when Tara and I kissed yesterday. Did Dari see her and hide her feelings from me?

"Dari kas with Om Agas. Only Om Agas has Dance in this world. Do not separate Dance from Om Agas, O Allah... If Om Agas returns with Mbak Tara, then you will return to torture and will sell Dance again. Don't let that happen, dance please! It's okay if Om Agas does not love Tari, let Tari alone love him. Do not take Om Agas from the Dance side, O Allah..."

Degs...

My chest hurts to hear the prayer that Tari said. He was too afraid I was going. I am his sun.

Dance woke up in the middle of the night when her body was very tired just to ask God to keep me by her side?

Is this what it feels like to be loved sincerely by a woman? Am I worthy? With all the mischief I've been doing all this time, I get a dance that loves me so much?

I have to respond with what feelings Dance gave me. While my love is still for a Tara! I cannot force my heart. It's been a long time since I wanted to forget Tara but it's all hard!

"Day please, may You open the heart of Om Agas to learn to love Dance..."

Nyess....

I can't hear it anymore. I also went back to my room. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, pondering over everything I heard just now.

The trauma I felt was quite deep within me. Makes me feel that loving someone is a gap that will become a wound later.

I heard Dance shut the guest room door. I quickly got into the blanket and pretended to sleep.

Soon my room door was open. Dance laid herself beside me. He got into my arms and patted my back so I could sleep comfortably.

"I love you, Om!" said slowly.

A simple love word that has meaning in.

Then Dance fell asleep. Leaving me with a warm heart. Although I don't love Dance yet, I'm comfortable with her.

Love is hard for me, but not impossible, right? If Tari continues to pray for me like that, God will surely fall. Am I just an ordinary human?

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"Of! Oh God! Bad luck dance! We're not praying this morning, Om!" Dance has made a scene in the morning. It felt like I had not closed my eyes for long and had woken up with his voice this morning.

"What time is it?" ask me with a typical sound of waking up. Hoarse and sexy.

"Hour half 8! How can Tari sleep this late? It must be because Om hugs Tari all night so Dance so sleep sound!"

I've been hugging him all night? Did that kid forget that last night he got into my arms patting me on the back? How the hell is this kid!

I pulled the seated Dance into my arms. "Judah let's just sleep!" I said while hugging him tightly.

"What about Om? It's noon already! Time to go to sleep again! It will be pegged by chickens!" her scolding while trying to get out of my arms. His strength is strong with my strength. No matter how strong he resisted, I held him tightly.

"I'm off work on the weekend! Let my men do the work! You also have a cooking holiday! We're bobo again, or do you want to try another style?" ledek.

"How hungry will you be?"

"Don't most think of me! Just think about yourself!" I also went back to sleep. Hugging Dance is the best sleeping remedy.

I woke up about 12 a.m. I always have been. If yesterday until several times making love in a day, my energy seems drained. Needed to sleep longer.

Dance is no longer in bed. Whether he went back to sleep or not I don't know. He was cooking in the kitchen.

I approached her and hugged her from behind. I buried my face in the recess of her fragrant neck. After the shower, it turned out to be him.

"Geli ah, Om!" he said while wriggling with his keenness.

"Oh... Is this your sensitive point? Later when we play I will make you even more delicious!" my whiskey.

"So Mbak Inah came here. Just wash and clean the house and go home. His son was sick for not long." reported Tari.

"Yes. Hm.... Ma'am Inah doesn't exist! What are we good at?" godaku's.

"Eat, Om! Eat up! Not breakfast yet, right? It's lunch, let's just make one!"

"OKAY. But bribe yes!"

Smiling dance. "Would you like to dance, right?"

"No! Anyway, want to bribe you! My hands ache with push-ups so I want to be bribed! You want to, right?"

"Yes my dear husband! You sit down first!"

"Keep you on my lap!" god again. "Stying in the car yesterday!"

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