The Value of Loyalty
Turns out the Dream Husband

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" Jeez Rin, slow down!" Shocked when Rindi suddenly jumped into her lap. Linggar was still sitting in a cross-legged state.

" Eh, sorry sorry."

"It hurts, brother?" Both hands had coiled and were adrift at the nape of the Linggar.

" No, just surprised." Linggar also held the weight of Rindi who sat sideways so as not to escape.

Swiping slowly on the back of the lover that he had been halting this morning. Smiles are getting sweeter because of the happiness that emanates.

"Don't you know what I think?" Riddish.

"What is it like?" Linggar slightly distanced himself, looked at the face of the wife, the conversation was not too understood.

"Emmm, the same prayer that I believe also." While putting his palm on his own forehead, following Linggar's behavior earlier on him.

"I've been studying a lot since we split up. Mother who invites, he said rather than myself, must think you continue. So meningan join the gathering, let's know the religion as well he said." At the end he grimaced for the sake of remembering himself.

"Sorry," Rindi softly anyway. Back into the arms of the husband.Those times were indeed difficult times, even for him.

"Or not RIn," Pulling Rindi closer to her body.

Started talking with her voice. In such closeness, Rindi must have listened to him.

"Because of you, I learned to be a husband. I want to build a household that is sadinah mawaddah warahmah with you."

"I want to be a good Imam to you, there's still so much I have to learn to be a companion."

"You know?" Tanya, back away from Rindi's body, looked at that sweet face.

"What?" Rindi had to force herself to look at Linggar who was also looking at her deeply. The heart is beating faster, let alone having to wait for the next Linggar speech.

"But don't takabbur or anything!"

Rindi nodded, waiting for the next word.

"I did not pray istikharah to choose you, but several times woke up last night to pray hajat,-" The sentence stopped, but the gaze was so deep.

"To get you back." Furthermore, now that the eye was barely blinking signified seriousness in his speech.

Unable to respond with anything, choose kembai into the embrace. This time it hardened even more, drowning the face into the Linggar niche.

Let the man talk as he pleases. The man was already able to make him soar high, yet somehow embarrassed by himself.

Linggar's love turns out to be so great on him, while he?

Still keep on doubting yourself. As for whether he was for a Linggar.

It turned out Linggar was her dream husband.

Linggar was still making a sound and Rindi preferred to close her eyes there.

"Nobody has messed up my life, except you."

"You've become my wife, so now I can beg you."

"Be by my side Whatever Happens. Reprove me when I'm wrong, don't keep it to yourself."

"And don't let me down."

Rindi nodded.

It's like this!

It has also made his eyes hot and reddened.

The crowbar grimaced, the more it tightened the body of the wife when she felt her neck skin like it was attracted by something.

Closing his eyes tightly, with his head slowly raised, began to bite his lower lip, trying to restrain himself, not wanting his wife to stop the act. He likes this.

Rindi slowly started to break away. Staring in disbelief at something that stuck around Linggar's neck.

" Not red? Red isn't Rin?" Linggar while showing his neck that still feels sore.

"Oh my goodness, Brother, it's really red. Oh my, that's my ex?" I can't believe what he just did. He pointed it towards the neck of the Linggar.

" Who else is that ex?" Left a little sewot, only a few seconds the woman had become forgetful.

"Gosh my god." Rindi closed her mouth in disbelief with her own two hands.

"Here I reply."

Rindi rolled over leaving her face in Linggar's hands.

"Here!" The hand after folding your origin hit Rindi and put it on the nightstand. “Sok plain, not ting-ting

aslo. Here!” Opening his hand as a new place for Rindi.

"Son, it'll be like that." Cupping his neck with both hands followed by a hard head grinder.

Linggar jumped to reach his wife's body, without hesitation began to unbutton his Keroppi-patterned pajamas owned by Rindi.

Reciting a prayer when his body has mastered Rindi.

"Sister issshh," Missed on while clapping Linggar's hands which worked uncompromisingly.

"Nobody will see that make it there." Linggad was amazed at the pair of fruits that he had long missed.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

"Ck, who the hell's bothering me." Linggar that by snuffing and began to step toward the pinut even though the waves have been seen.

" Mother?" While staring at the one female union that had been in front of the door of her bridal room. There's Mommy, aunty mira and Oma.

" Where's rindi?"

"Old sleeping aunt, Capek said." Linggar answered aunty mira's question, and immediately closed the door of his room. Makes the woman gawk.

Linggar offered his smile, began to hug the arms of the grandmother, not imagined if the three women went inside and saw the condition of Rindi who was a little messy.

The three women glanced at each other, and gave a code.

Looking back at Linggar, it felt like it was intimidating.

With a tangled cocoa shirt, and a sheath that is no longer symmetrical on the bottom side, has answered the question of where they are. And both sneer.

" Oma wants to go back to Aunt Mira's house, don't want to stay at the hotel he said." Mother ignored the appearance of Linggar, trying to melt the atmosphere that had been silent for a few seconds.

"Kok nginep at aunt Mira's house?" Now looking back at the omah, he accidentally revealed his red neck.

"Those who have a celebration of Mother, not Om Adit, yes should nginep in the house of Bunda dong." Further.

"Mother said we don't have a swimming pool." Mother grimacing looking at her own biological mother. "But we were told to gather there."

" Bas granny matre." Said Linggar while holding his omana. Not wanting to linger in front of her bedroom door, it could be that one of the three women barged in and looked at the bridal room that had fallen apart.

" What if Oma Matre, the same child himself. From you****** shown here" Oma said cynically.

"Huh," Holding a hand moving to close it around his neck, it would make everyone even more suspicious of him

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Mother and aunt mira, rolled up smiles afraid that laughter would break.