Special Maid For Om Duda
The Heart of Lydi's Mother

"Where?" asked Mas Aarav after I spent quite a bit of dinner.

"What?" I asked who felt uncomfortable since then Mas husband continued to look at me as if my face was something strange.

"eaten it? What do you want to ask?" kelakar Mas a husband who knows that I am in a state of nervousness.

"Boy, I prefer this food (I pointed to grilled duck) is not too spicy which is quite tasty just in my opinion too spicy so do not dare to eat a lot for fear of stomach pain," I answered deliberately I gave a long enough comment about the food we eat, so that the longer our chatter, so that the atmosphere is not more tense.

Mas Aarav looked at me deeper and deeper, as if he was skinning my body. I want to disappear from this scary situation. Uh not creepy, it means stressful. Because of the tension so wrong call it....

"Sir, what made you want to marry Mas? Not that you know Mas has been widowed, and you also know that the relationship of Mas and also his ex-wife still continues to be tense?" asked Mas Aarav, so that makes me have to think harder even more than I was in the test.

"The question is very heavy, if you can't answer if I don't go to class," I replied half jokingly. Well, it is me alone if asked why would want to marry the man who is in front of me at this time of course the answer, I do not know, myself, God moves the heart so that everything goes very short. It only took me about a month, I had an approach with Mas Aarav, then up to this present stage.

"Obviously not going to class, but still going to bed. Yuk worship," he replied by developing a smile containing a thousand meanings.

"What drug? Isya prayers? Lydia had prayed first when Mas was in the bathroom," I replied, pretending to be innocent, even though I knew very well the meaning of worship that mas bojo said.

"Other worship dong Dek, do not want to get heaven?" he said while throwing his rough breath.

"Oh, another worship service, abis Mas said it was half-and-half, so Lydia didn't know what it meant" I replied casually.

"What kind of worship do you know?" he asked again, as if praising my intelligent brain.

"You know, njai, right?" my God again, it feels too funny to see my husband's disappointed face. Afterwards chuckled with crispy.

Mas Aarav also laughed crisply, well the atmosphere of the room was no longer horror, it was because the laughter of Mas Aarav who built the atmosphere of the room so no more rame. Honestly I just found out that my husband is this warm person, can be invited to joke and also not baperan.

"Well, well we're doing this evening till morning. You turned out to be funny well, I thought you were quiet and flat-faced it could also be invited to joke," said my husband by holding my hand on the table.

Oh my God, my husband does not know, I was hot cold near him, even coupled with a touch that makes my body as if stung by the flow of electricity thousands of volts.

"The arm's crap is cold," the god, made my face heat up instantly.

"The AC temperature is too low" I replied. Prestigious dong if caught gerog.although I'm sure mas bojo can interpret my body movements.

Back Mas Aarav laughed at my answer.

 I pretended to see the clock on my phone, a lot of real messages congratulating especially from my school and college friends, which they did not expect that I finally got married at the age of thirty-six. An age they think is too old for a woman. However, I who want to prioritize my husband I also decided to delay replying to messages from friends and relatives.

"It's eleven o'clock Mas, rest yuk, tomorrow we have to go back to your house to help some," I said, meaning to give a code if you want to worship let's hunt do not be late afraid the time is not enough.

"Hist. kok directly sleep, not sleepy also Deck, where new to eat, rice is also still in the throat. Burn calories first, let's not fat out eating a lot of carbs." My hands were pulled, so I could follow my new husband's steps. Without rejection, I followed my husband directly.

We stood on the edge of the bed and in a position to confront each other. I could see from the tail of my eyes that my husband was looking at my face, I don't know what he was looking at until for a few minutes I was silent, with each other nervous. To look at his face I was still cangung, considering that the previous setatus mas bojo was my master, and we also only knew not long ago so I was still embarrassed to look at both eyes directly.

"You're beautiful, looking at your face I'm so happy" she said, making my heart seem to shift straight to the right.

"Thank you, that beauty is relatively much prettier than Lydia," I replied with a face with the heat, I had even imagined as red as what my face was when praised by my husband.

"Why duck, don't be ashamed you are beautiful, look at your husband let us be close to each other" he said by placing his index finger on my chin and lifted slowly. I also recalled Mother's message again that I looked at my husband when serving him, in order to feel appreciated.

With half my courage I began to look into my husband's eyes. From the eyes down to the heart.

This was the first night for us, so from tonight I should be able to serve my husband. Our eyes met again.

"Mas.." I said in a loud voice.

Mas Aarav looked seriously at me, whose hands were still so tangled.

"I thank you for you

Friendly, and with a calamity. Wanted to accept myself in weakness, far from perfection, and I was just a little village girl. Thank you for making the stairs for me so that I can step back and climb every step of the ladder I have left behind.

You provide the door, heal the immortality of the heart, give me a place and the sinister shadow and uncertainty of my life. You came and offered me goodwill when I was tired, you gave me your back as if I had given you protection from the storms of life and the emptiness of heart that almost destroyed my hope. Tell me, what shall I do as a servant of a wife to a husband?"

Back I saw Mas Aarav laughing wide.

"I don't know what to say, I'm not as romantic as you are good at playing with words, but I like you, my heart shady at hearing every word you say. I honestly just feel as happy as I am now." Mas Aarav looked at me fixedly as he continued to thank God for being reunited with me, It turns out that I was not the only one who felt lucky to meet mas bojo, but I was, in fact, Mas Arav also praised the mysterious scenario of God. Who sanga who initially pretended to be husband and wife in a matter of days actually became a real husband and wife.

We then play a melody of love that comes out of nowhere. Tonight is a beautiful night in the history of human love. With great nervousness. Although we were without going through any meaningful courting paths, only as acquaintances between the employer and his aides. But the surge of love within us continued to burn even more.

The tremors of our love are burning, tonight making a new story in our love relationship, sowing seeds in the hope of a new generation born that we can be proud of.

My innocence in fact does not hinder this beautiful night, with the guidance of mas bojo who is certainly more experienced I feel that tonight is the most beautiful night. Although Mas Aarav has experience, but in fact every touch is not rude and makes me enjoy this night. We were drifting in the same peak, reaching the heaven of the world, which I just felt it really felt like making me want to repeat it again and again.

#Billing well Lyd....

"Lord, thank You for Your wisdom, thank You for Your guidance, which took me in the arms of my husband."

The blanket that we lace, with patience may be a warmer from the coldness of lust, greedy lust, and lust that always becomes an irreversible force, he said, a sump of water that can melt everything he has broken. Hopefully what we are working on tonight will pay off in accordance with our religious teachings and bring benefits to the whole community.

"How many times have I heard my husband say thank you with the rest of his breath still choking. Whereas what I am doing right now is my duty, I would feel very sinful if I let my husband sleep without the satisfaction he expected.

I replied with the best smile.

"You have given me a very meaningful night, my husband." I whispered a compliment behind his earlobe.

Maybe with my words just now, my husband will feel happy because it is a sign that I am satisfied with his servant. I saw her red and shy face. Ah why is my husband so handsome it feels like I will be jealous even if the one stuck to his face is a little ant.

#Nah loh pawangnya Om Duda has started to be possessive.

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