Passion Love Duda Handsome
Aging in the Room

  No time showed it was almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Dea's phone rang. A sweet smile featuring dimples was imprinted on Dea's thin lips, as she saw who was contacting her.

    "Mas, Dea in the room first yes, there is a phone," he told Rama while showing the phone he held, immediately Rama opened his eyes and stared dislike of permission from Dea.

    "Why aren't you here? Afraid Rama's mad that it's from a guy?" Mama Abhel spoke in a cynical tone, Dea scratched her head and replied, "fear of being filled," then Dea got up from her seat and bowed his farewell to Papa Roy and Aunt Vani.

"Next time don't do it, Ma," rebuked Papa Roy, who was not happy with the tone of his first wife's speech with Dea, Mama Abhel just throbbed and then melengos, aunty Vani rubbed the back of her husband's hand gently.

    "Yes, dear," said Dea as soon as the connection was received and displayed the tiny face that had accompanied her for almost a week, now her steps towards the stairs. Rama who heard his wife say the word affection immediately jealous and stood up, half running after Dea who was about to step up to the stairs.

      "Huaaa, Aunt Dea," the cry of Dea and Rama first heard, Dea chuckled at Leah's cry, and Rama struck her head softly, feeling stupid and guilty for thinking no-no to his wife.

      "What's the matter, Aunt Dea?" slowly Dea's feet climbed the stairs, while across there Lea was sobbing, the chubby cheeks were wet with tears.

    "Lea wants more libulan with Aunt Dea," the tiny lips of Lea pouted, Dea saw her phone screen swaying. Dea sighed, holding back the annoyance at her best friend. Knowing his son was crying the mama even laughed, what kind of mama is, the inner Dea cursed.

      "Lea to Aunt Dea's house? Later play with Aunt, then we will walk the road," Dea persuaded the little boy who was sulking, Rama who walked behind him smiled.

  Rama imagines if they have children would be very happy to have a mama like Dea, well, attentive, patient, maybe Rama will be more anxious to his wife than his son. Rama chuckled at such a thought.

        "Tante Dea aja who went to Lea's house," the girl persuaded her beloved Aunt, Dea sometimes confused, Lea can sometimes smoothly say the word 'R' sometimes still difficult, sometimes still difficult, but to him it was funny.

      "Aunty has come home?" dea's voice sounded comforting, the little girl nodded while wiping the water coming out of her nose with the back of her tiny hand, Dea boasted a smile at the adorable behavior of her best friend's child.

    "Ras" Dea called her best friend, and the woman of her age showed her tired face.

    "You guys home?" Laras nodded, Dea smilingly looking at her best friend.

    "Aren't you on a plane?" again Laras shook his head, Dea thumped in annoyance, his eyes glanced at his cell phone camera. His eyes caught the shadow of the husband standing behind him smiling and his hands supporting each other.

    "Lea wants to get on the plane, but mama doesn't want to," the little girl complained, "if you get on the plane of her car later what, Le?" asked Laras, the mother Leah softly. Again the girl was silent and pouting, her clear and round eyes staring right as if asking for help from the person next to her.

      Dea flinched as a burly hand coiled around her shoulder, and the perpetrator simply threw a smile and placed his forehead on Dea's head, then peeked at Dea's cheek.

    Dea put her cell phone on the nightstand and then threw her body into a soft bed, her hands stretched out, her eyes closed, her legs dangling to the floor she motion-motion, and, rama walked to the bathroom.

    Rama who just came out of the bathroom restored his hair with both hands, and smiled anxiously at the behavior of his beloved woman. His feet stepped onto the bed, and he spread his body beside Dea.

  Dea, who felt movement in the bed, reflexively opened her eyes and found her husband looking at her while smiling. Honestly Dea misses a moment like this, it has been a few months time lost with the husband, but replaced with his dark lover.

      "Rest aja yuk," Rama pushed closer and hugged Dea from the side, in the kiss of Dea cheek that was white and now red with shame.

      "Wasn't lunch?" Dea tilted her body, bent her right hand so she could support her head and looked at her husband.

    Rama shook his head and said, "Mas is still full, dear," Rama kissed Dea's lips briefly. "If you're hungry, we can go down and have lunch. But if you want to eat only you," Rama added his words and smiled flirtatiously and blinked one eye tempting his wife.

    Dea's lips pouted then pinched the belly of Rama's box, Rama just grimaced and pulled Dea into his arms. After a few seconds, Dea withdrew from Rama.

      His eyes looked at the face and appearance of the husband, his tiny hand outstretched combing Rama's hair that looks a bit long, then rubbing the jaw firmly Rama in the growth of fine feathers, Rama was shocked to enjoy his wife's touch.

      "Did your second wife not take care of you?" dea asked carefully, her hands still combing Rama's hair, occasionally tipping her husband's forehead. Rama opened his eyes when he heard Dea's question, for a moment he sighed and looked at Dea.

      " Nobody cares and cares about me but you, dear," said Rama softly, at the hand of Dea and gave a kiss in the hand, Dea just poked her lips.

Dea pulled her hand and stood up and walked to the dresser, and Rama got up, but he just sat down and looked at what Dea was doing.

    Dea opened the drawer and took Rama's mustache shaver, then stepped into the bathroom and momentarily came out carrying the face cream.

      "Mas, come!" Dea waved her hand then patted the chair in front of the dressing table, asking Rama to sit there. Rama also said, Dea's husband dragged his feet to the whereabouts of the wife, then shook his weight on the chair.

  Dea stood in front of Rama and sat at the dresser watching her husband's appearance once again, "rich om om you, Mas," said Dea who then took the cream and poured it in her hand, then flatten in the jaws of Rama, then turn on the moustache shaving tool and slowly shave the fine hair that grows there. Rama just silently heard his wife say, the man enjoying what Dea did to his face.

Rama's hand then coiled around in Dea's belly, "don't go away again, don't leave me alone, if you don't take care of me, no one can," Rama said when Dea finished shaving the hair on his face, Dea did not answer. The woman was then busy cleaning the tool she had used to shave the mustache and beard on Rama's face.