Not Laila Majnun
hopefully understandable

"His brother was also healthy but wouldn't take me to the hospital...." Laila turned her back on her husband who immediately swallowed saliva. Being reminded of the terrible mistake he made made him feel very guilty.

She supported her body with her sturdy hands and moved from a wheelchair to the top of the contest. Lukman's wrists were smart to support his body so that it was easier for him to move from a wheelchair to a bed or other place.

Laila shifted her body away from Lukman making it easier for the burly man to lie behind his wife. Hugging his wife from behind while giving a pecking potluck in Laila's fragrant and soft hair.

"Sorry....!" His whisper in the recess of Laila's neck was cold because it was still morning.

"Give me back my old son!!!. I lost him.. It's all because of brother!!!. Give me back my son..!!!!." Shouted Laila while sobbing.

Lukman suppressed the emotions raging in his chest. He knew he was wrong and apologized to his wife many times. But when his wife is upset he will surely bring the mistake Lukman back, making him hold back emotions.

All Lukman can do is to recall the virtues his wife has done and immediately make his heart soften and slide a sincere apology from the heart.

"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry, son ...." Lukman rubbed his wife's flat stomach. "Not to deny your presence, but look at the state of this disabled father!" Lukman stopped his words because he was stuck in guilt and did not believe in himself.

Laila turned her back then rubbed the feathers that adorned Lukman's hard jaw. His eyes were still wet but his face was now cheerful again.

"I'm just thankful that you're like this so no woman will want to be the same brother. And Brother also will not be able to go anywhere" Laila pinched Lukman's cheek then gave a fleeting kiss on Lukman's dark and thick lips.

"I was made for you...." Lukman said while embracing his wife. Close up on his chest that field while continuing to smell the black hair nan scented the wife. When he felt useless, his wife enjoyed his helplessness. Not feeling burdened is not also embarrassed to have a disabled husband and can not be anything.

"Don't papa, right? I want to have many children. Later if we are old we can move from our children's homes. Bored at Latif's house we can go to Labib's house. From Labib's house we can go to our third child's house. Then he went to the fourth child's house. If we are sick they can also take turns waiting for us." Laila always repeated her wish until Lukman had gone out of his head.

"Let's check it out! I hope he's okay. His mother is healthy her son is also healthy...." Lukman has given up. How else is it also due to his own actions. His seed spray was really extraordinary until he was confused to have to give thanks or even blame himself.

Laila withdrew from the warm embrace of her husband's body. Choosing to sit because so happy to hear Lukman's invitation to check. Lukman wants to replace her negligence in Laila's previous pregnancy. Redeeming the mistake of indulging his wife despite his athletic body is now not functioning properly.

"Later all of us look at her baby Septi ya bang...!" Laila.

Degs....

Lukman could not hide his surprise. After a long time not hearing her name now Laila called her as if she was an old friend.

"Why?" Laila asked with a jealous face that could not be covered.

"Why should we go see him?" Lukman asked back.

"Yes like a friend who gave birth we will visit him. Silaturahim. That'sthat's all. Why why anyway? Brother still dag dig dug if he hears his name? Brother still has a similar taste to him?" His face turned sullen because of his own actions. Scratch old wounds, try to behave appropriately which actually boomerang for himself.

"It will only remind me of my past mistakes. Wounds that are already covered why try to scratch them again?" Answer Lukman.

"That's if you still have taste. If there is nothing ordinary..." Laila was inflamed because her ears wanted to hear that her husband did not store the taste even though they had to meet often.

"I don't have any taste. I used to compare every woman to you. But I never found it in another woman. Everything I want is for you, baby...." Persuade Lukman.

"Marling....! What is it about me and nothing about other women?"

"Ooohhh so I was grumpy... If Septi was that patient?"

"Why do I have to be connected to him again?" Lukman went wrong.

"If you don't have the usual taste.....!!"

Lukman sighed to suppress his annoyance. Such is the nature of Laila when she is angry. Better to be quiet. If you keep answering, there will be no end.

"I know my brother married me out of pity for me right?"

Well start again right?

Lukman grabbed Laila's lips, who always said the same thing when angry despite having been explained many times that she fell in love at first sight but still did not believe.

Grasping the sweet lips of the wife so skillfully. Planted her lips deeply so that Laila was silent. Clutching Laila's slender body and confining her. Only briefly for fear of incriminating Laila because she has not been able to hold her body.

Laila drowned in Lukman's wailing caress. Not just silent, he welcomed her by turning the position because it ignited the passion created by the husband.

Lukman smiled happily because Laila could never resist the spark of passion he created. His hands explored the parts that became his favorite. With a roar of breath hunting Laila clenched her husband's lips violently sip each other until out of breath.

"Tok tok...!"

"Yank..." Lukman who is under trying to stop his wife.

"Just let's just..." Laila was already on the verge of her sanity. His desire uncontrollably wants to immediately complete the passion and unite with the man who had made him angry. The roar of hunting does not want to stop before completing the passion that has been passionate.

"Brakkk brak brak.kkkk....!"

"Our sister has a guest...." The sound of Rina's cry immediately stopped Laila's activities.

"Why is Rina here?" He said he was upset while fixing his shirt that was already open and almost let go. Lukman helped button up the wife's shirt that pursed her lips.

"Patience.... We can go on later..." Lukman said trying to calm down.

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