The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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Dimas rested his head on the p*ha of the wife who was hanging out in bed. There was no ritual whatsoever, like their previous bargaining. The man just showered his wife's face with a kiss, and then spoiled the ria on Naura's lap. Although the doctor said it was safe, it did not mean he had to ask her at all times to the wife. He understands even though it is safe if excessive is certainly not good.
"How are you, Junior? Did you make your mama hard again today?" Dimas tilted his head, kissing the stomach that began to bulge while rubbing it gently.
"Good news, Papa. Junior's a good boy. Junior does not bother Mama," replied Naura, on behalf of the junior, while playing the hair of the person who is still reluctant to move from his lap.
"Good! Papa's son is a pinter" replied Dimas. "Aren't you nauseous anymore?" ask her to Naura who has been feeling nauseous for a few days.
Naura shakes. "As your son said, now he's a good boy. I'm not fucking around anymore. I want to eat food in the store, nothing I don't taste. Everybody get in here!" he replied, pointing at his stomach with a smile that was expanding.
"It's even better to replace the food you put out yesterday. Let junior grow up healthy in here." Dimas gently rubbed Naura's stomach with one hand pinching the woman's nose.
"But, if eating like this last day continues, I could be like a burlap sack of rice. There is no form, I will no longer be beautiful. It may not fit in the door either. Will you not love me anymore? Because I'm ugly." The look on the pregnant woman's face immediately turned grim considering how crazy she was eating today. Moreover, the words of someone once again crossed his mind.
"Although pregnant a wife should be able to keep her body to stay beautiful, if not her husband glanced at other women who are much more beautiful and sexy." The words continued to ring in Naura's ears, even the woman to give an example of several cases of wives left by her husband while pregnant, making Naura more grim and bergidig.
Seeing that there was an error in the look on his wife's face, Dimas immediately got up and sat down next to Naura. Then the man pulled the wife into his arms.
Instantly Naura raised her face, looking at the husband who was still embracing her. "The pregnant person must be fat, even very fat. Stomach distended, body swollen. But, the men must like the sleek, especially like a Spanish guitar. Today I still mending, in the future I certainly not much different from the jute sack containing rice. I'm afraid you're like those who dumped his wife out of fat, out of shape."
No tears melted from the iris still staring at her husband. Somehow, why since pregnancy in addition to physical conditions that are often disturbed, Naura's physiques are also very sensitive. Makes the woman often cry over things that are not clear, not even necessarily the case.
"Hey, why are you crying?" Dimas unraveled his embrace, his fingers rubbing the clear liquid that began to wet the wife. Then, he cupped both of Naura's cheeks. Smiles were etched on Dimas' lips as their eyes met each other. "I love you because of everything you have. Even if you get fat like anything, I don't care. I will still love you, even until you are wrinkled and gray I will make sure only you are always in this heart." One hand grabbed the wife's hand and led the small hand to touch her chest which always thumped fast when they were very close. "In every beat of my heart, the whir of my blood and the gust of my breath there is only one name that is always engraved that is you, Miss Naura Aurelia. So, no need to pay attention to the words of people, forever I am only yours and you are only mine. My love won't change unless it gets bigger and bigger."
"really?" A smile arch was engraved on the face that was still soaked in those tears. Dimas always makes Naura melt by every word of love he says.
"Of course it is" said Dimas, then landed a kiss on the wife's lips and hugged her again. "Don't cry anymore! I don't like the water coming out of your eyes, except tears of joy."
"I'm just another baper," circus Naura, tightening her arms.
"Only a foolish man would dare to waste a woman who had conceived and gave a prospective offspring to them. Especially just with reason, because their women are no longer beautiful, but they are also the ones who have damaged their women's beauty." Dimas kissed the head of the wife.
'It seemed, the woman started poisoning Naura's mind which was not-no. Right said Mamah, I must be even more resolute to him, ' murmured Dimas in heart.