The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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After the magrib prayer, Dimas, who was still wearing a sarong and kopeah, grabbed a book about the law he bought some time ago. On the sofa of the room, the man opened sheet by sheet the book he was holding, and, until a pregnant woman suddenly snatched the book she was reading while sitting on Dimas' lap and threw it into the bed so that Dimas could not retrieve it again.
Instead of being angry, Dimas even smiled when he found the behavior of the wife. "Why was the book thrown?" he asked, stroking Naura's back.
"Sir Haji, I don't want to be cheated on anymore." Naura rang with both hands that were already coiled around Dimas' neck.
Cheating Naura's intention is the division of the attention of the husband by something other than himself such as books or other work, not cheating in another sense.
"Surely want to be flanked?" he touched Naura's nose with his nose.
"You're being watched." Naura says with spoiled.
"OKs. Let's take a look at Miss Naura Aurelia. It could be that there is a belek stuck behind her beautiful eyes!" Dimas cupped his wife's cheeks, looked at Naura while teasing her again.
"Ish, what the hell are you?" Naura brushed off Dimas' hand with pursed lips.
"Then the manyun becomes sexier." Dimas touched the pursed lips with his lips.
"Means if you're not a manyun anymore, not sexy dong?" Naura squinted one eye.
"If you're not a manyun, the sex is amazing!" dimas replied as he wrapped his hands around his wife's waist.
Smiles were also spread on the lips of pregnant women who were getting spoiled. He always thirsts for the adulation that comes from the mouth of the husband. Although it is called lebay—bodo amat— because he likes it very much.
"Papol, I have a surprise for you." The woman whispered in the husband's ear in a sighing voice while blowing Dimas' ear.
"Now also finished praying magrib, do not fish!" said Dimas whose fine feathers began to bristle due to the actions of the wife.
"Who else is fishing? My man is sitting in your morning. No longer hold the bait." Naura's turn to tease Dimas. "I'm just saying, I have a surprise for you!" He repeated his words.
"You're always good at giving. What surprise?"
"The surprise is downstairs."
"Then let's go down!"
Dimas then stood up without releasing the wife in his lap. He holds Naura ala bridal style, bringing the future mother of his children downstairs.
"Where are we going now, my wife?" he asked as he stared at Naura's bead, which never stopped looking at him since he came out of the room.
"My husband is so handsome." Instead of answering Dimas' question, Naura kissed the husband on the cheek. "We go to the dining room" he continued.
As per the instructions, Dimas took the woman to the dining room.
"Thank you my husband. I love you!" said Naura, when Dimas sat her in the dining chair.
The man also spread his gaze throughout the room, nothing changed from the room he was in. Makes her think, next to where the surprise is. As if knowing the contents of the husband's heart, Naura immediately pointed to the refrigerator in the corner.
"The surprise is in the fridge!" naura.
Then, Dimas also moved towards the refrigerator, curious about the surprise of the wife who was hidden in the refrigerator. A large box was inside the refrigerator. Dimas can guess, surely the contents are cakes because there is the name of the wife's shop in the box.
"What's this?" Dimas took out the box, showing it to Naura who was still sitting on the chair.
"Yepz!" Naura gave both thumbs up. "Bring here!" his orders.
"As per command."
Dimas carried the box in front of his wife.
"Thank you." Naura received the box, and then she opened the box. "Happy birthday to our wedding day!" The woman gave the red pelvet she had decorated earlier this afternoon to the husband as a surprise birthday of their wedding month.
Getting a surprise from his wife made him fascinated or rather half-dead shock. Not because Naura suddenly celebrated their wedding anniversary, because every month they celebrate.
"What's my masterpiece, good, right? This I made myself, especially for my beloved husband. Do you like it?" asked Naura with a series of teeth that continued to appear.
Dimas was speechless, he was at a loss for what to answer. He is proud of his wife who developed very rapidly, now his woman is very smart in the kitchen world, even after resigning, his wife chose the food business with the family. However, Dimas never thought that the wife's abstraction would be applied to the cake he made.
"Honey, is this your thing?" tanya Dimas still can't believe it.
"Yes. It's in red felvet, your favorite cake."
"Where did you get the idea of making a model cake like this?" ask Dimas again, curious.
"There's a passing post on the homepage of medsos. I thought it was funny and all of a sudden I wanted to try to make it, and it worked." Naura said very enthusiastically. "Didn't you like it?" her face turned sad, afraid that her husband would not like her.
"i like. But, after this you have to take responsibility. Presenting a twin mountain is really not reflika in the form of a cake," said Dimas while raising his eyebrows.
Naura just smiled, not without any reflika that she always presents it willingly.
"But, I'm kepo. Didn't your Mom and your brother reprimand you for what I thought?"
"No, people finish it at home." Naura rings.
"You're this. You naughty!" Dimas put cream on the cheek of the wife, anxious about her behavior.
"The same damn husband what's wrong with him?" Naura also reciprocated by applying cream on Dimas' cheeks.
They also celebrated their wedding anniversary by enjoying a nyeleneh cake masterpiece Naura. A phone call turns Naura's happy face sour.