The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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In the midst of the guests who were happy with the happiness of Irma and Andre, tucked someone who was even crying as hot as the husband's embrace. In fact, the guests sitting nearby seemed to notice, but he did not care. Dimas who had asked several times, did not get an answer. Making the man confused himself, as well as embarrassed because it became the center of attention to two after a pair of brides.
"I hate Papol!" A moment later Naura broke away from Dimas' hug, then left the tent and entered the house.
'yeah! What's wrong?' Dimas who does not know the causes of changes in the mood of the wife is increasingly confused.
"Honey, where are you going?" asked Dimas while chasing after Naura.
"Ara why?" There were people around Dimas whispering to each other questioning Naura's attitude. However, Dimas chose not to heed it. He continued to chase after his wife.
"Ara why are you crying, Dim?" A relative who passed Dimas also asked.
"Come, Ma'am. He suddenly cried, then left."
"Maybe she was crying happily because Irma had already gotten her happiness. It's normal not to worry" he said, patting Dimas on the shoulder.
Dimas just nodded with a smile, then followed Naura. Hopefully the relatives' words were true, but when he saw the wife's giraffe, he also believed that there was something else Naura thought.
The man in full police uniform arrived at the room, looking as Naura was lying down while hugging the bolster with sobs that sounded clear. Dimas closed the door, then approached the wife who was behind him, then sat next to the wife.
"Darling what's wrong? Sorry if I made a mistake." Dimas' hand gently rubbed Naura's head. "But if I may know what my mistake is? Let this Papolmu fix it," continued Dimas very carefully, afraid that the pregnant woman would even be offended.
Slowly, Naura changed her sleeping position. He turned around with a still faithful bolster hugged, then looked up to see the face of the man sitting beside his head with a hand that did not stop to transfer affection to him. A slight smile appeared on Naura's face as she saw Dimas smiling so sweetly. Then, Naura's gaze was fixed on the clothes Dimas was wearing, making him cry again.
"I hate that Papol is wearing a uniform" Naura said on the sidelines of her cries.
"Huh? How can?" muttered Dimas, not believing the words that came out of his wife's mouth. Doesn't he wear a uniform every day? And the woman beside him never protested. Even on the contrary, Naura always praised Dimas' performance.
"So this uniform is the problem?" Dimas pointed at the clothes he was wearing and answered Naura's nod. "If so, wait a minute! I change clothes first, let's not cry anymore," he continued.
Dimas also moved from the bed, about to change clothes that suddenly did not like the wife. For Naura's sake anything will be done, that's her motto at the moment. However, just now standing up, Naura blocked Dimas' hand, forbidding the man to leave.
"But, handsome. Don't change!" naura's chirps that make Dimas gawk.
'yeah! What happened to my wife?' Dimas is getting confused. He wanted to pat his head. It was only a few seconds ago that Naura asked him to change his clothes and now instead prevented him.
"Not being changed?" tanya Dimas.
Naura shuffled, then sat with her back leaning on the head of the bed. He also flung for sure. Dimas himself, immediately sat next to Naura as soon as he got the answer. He grabbed Naura by the shoulder, bringing the woman back into his arms.
Long enough Naura was in the arms of the husband, without any words spoken to each other from the two. "Is it because we were married with a myriad of wedding vows we didn't use the mage sword ceremony?" The already itching Naura wanted to bombard Dimas with a thousand questions, finally opening her voice while playing her index finger on Dimas' chest.
'What's the main problem is pora?' Dimas only realized the change in Naura's attitude occurred after Irma and Andre's sword ceremony took place. 'Why am I insensitive?' He has come to grieve himself.
"Now you're the centurion of the sword ceremony at your best friend's wedding. But at our wedding? Ah, where is something like that. Your comrades in arms are present only a handful of people." Naura compares her marriage to Irma's.
"Is it because we're not married out of love so you don't want to swear in front of the ceremony inspector like Andre did?" asked Naura again, recalling Andre who loudly took the oath during the ceremony.
"Because that's the truth. I realized our marriage was not based on love, so I didn't expect much either. But, looking at the wedding that was held like that, I felt a little envious. I imagined, I was walking under the gate of the sword, then followed by the soldiers in uniform and said an oath together to make me want to cry." Naura said with tears returning.
Dimas' hand held Naura's chin, then raised a little, making Naura look up at him, until their eyes met. "Sorry, it made you cry." Dimas kissed the wife's eyes, then kissed her lips too. "I'm sorry, too, I'm not sensitive to your feelings" he continued.
Naura did not answer, only her eyes did not stop staring at Dimas and ended up on the lips of the husband. "I'm sorry, but kiss her for less."
Naura pulled the nape of Dimas, making the man face Dimas back closer and not spaced. Naura put her lips on her husband's lips. Not sticking, but rather linking to each other and enjoying the lips of his partner.
"My makeup has been done, all rusakin lipsticksnake before it was overhauled again," said Naura, after the link of their lips was released.
Dimas only smelled a smile, without any intention to reinforce Naura's speech. He would rather embrace his wife again. "Let there be no misunderstanding, I answered your question, yes!" dimas said while stroking Naura's stomach. "We don't do the procession of the sword of debauchery not because we marry not on the basis of love, dear. You know, we got married in a pandemic that is still very bad. I am not allowed to hold a procession of swords and if I still force consequences I can certainly be doubted. Still good if only dropped off, what if directly out?" Dimas explained the reason for their marriage was not to hold a procession of swords.
Upon hearing Dimas' explanation, Naura became guilty. "sorry. Without asking the obvious, I even mamen lambs aja." Naura held her ear next to her, apologizing, making Dimas even more anxious.
"Dimaafin, but look debay first," said Dimas teasing Naura who immediately got a blow on his arm.
"Yes, when people receive guests, we even play horses here" Naura said
"People are receiving guests, this is also crying here." Dimas is getting more seductive to his wife.
"Au, ah."
Naura prefers to get out of bed, to clean up her messy makeup. Leaving behind Dimas who was still smiling, managed to tease Naura.
"How about we have a re-reception of the porch sword procession as well?" the Proposal of Dimas later.
Naura who was applying powder on the face also stopped her activity. He turned to Dimas with one eye narrowed. "Repeception?" ask back, Naura.
Dimas nodded for sure.
"Related." And immediately get a rejection from the woman who was crying so hard. "Yes, the next time I want to be a bride with a big belly like a gini. How about if the debay suddenly wants brojol, who has another chat show." Naura rejected Dimas' proposal.
If you think with logic, Naura's words have a point. There is no way they carry out a series of events that can drain the energy in a state of great pregnancy, can Naura fatigue and threaten the safety of the mother and baby.
"If abis debay is born," suggested Dimas again.
"Well, if that can be considered," Naura replied with a fluffy smile. Because honestly, he really wants to run the procession carried out by married state service couples in general.
"OK, deal. We have another reception after giving birth" Dimas said as he got out of bed. He approached the wife who was still sitting in front of the dresser. "Is it not finished? It's too pretty." Dimas looked at his wife's face from behind the mirror.
"Udah, really."
"Then don't forget our gift!" Dimas gave the couple an envelope they wanted to give.
Naura stared at the pink envelope, then turned to look at Dimas. "Are you sure you want to give me that envelope?" Suddenly, Naura did not sincerely give the contents in the envelope.