TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
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TIKZ 3 [Meeting to You]

027 - SHOWING THE WAY TO HIS WIFE

"AHEM!!"

A tight deity jerks Udelia's heart. While Djahan still looked at his lover's face up close. Not taking his eyes off for a second.

"Lia, do you need a hotel room? It's on the road!"

"thank you. We'll order it ourselves. We're independent."

Udelia's friend was shocked by Djahan's words. He thought the two would be embarrassed, the man even took his innuendo seriously.

Udelia looked embarrassed. He pulled Djahan to a deserted place.

Not end of thinking with the behavior of Djahan.

It was like he lost his mind.

Just want to do some pervert in the middle of the road!

"Dahan, can you control yourself? Don't embarrass me in the middle of the road!"

"I don't feel in the middle of the road. We're in the building."

"Roof. I heard that old-fashioned man upholds the value of modesty. Why are you so perverted!"

"I'm a pervert only to you."

"Zorahi."

"What's that?"

"You."

"I'm not a fool, baby. Even if I don't know, one second later I'll know."

Djahan tapped on a flat object in his hand.

Although he was very surprised by a magical magic object called a cellphone, which was able to make sounds and take pictures, now he has made peace with the object called the cellphone.

Even with a cell phone, she can spy on her heart's activities.

Although no longer having supernatural powers, Djahan can still look far ahead without having to bother.

"Hmmm. So you think I'm lying to you?"

Udelia nodded. A second later he woke up and shook his head violently.

"Dear Udel, you read the Omah Darmo Wongso inscription. Do you understand what scholars do not understand? Because you're my wife. You know our language."

Udelia was a little stunned. Dukedom of Darmo, one of the most powerful dukes of the era after the Legendary Mahapatih.

He is the house of Mahapatih. Pay attention to the life of the upper class and pour it in the inscription.

Because of his ability to read reproach, he who never sat on the bench of nobility, suddenly received the award and power of the descendants of the Emperor.

Become a ruler in his place.

His descendants are clear. The brotherhood rope is firmly tied.

Because of one thing.

Storing ancient inscriptions in their ancestral homes. Inscriptions that are not recognized by the state, but the inscription has always been a place of worship among the ancestors.

"This. Read it."

Djahan thrust his phone. Shows the inscription of the duke of Darmo.

Many parts of Djahan's life, about his personal life.

It is said that Djahan is a saint. Never touched a woman.

But then duke Darmo painted a mango tree. There was hair waving from two sides of the tree.

The splinter shows the end of the hair wave on one side.

"See. Same with your hair," said Djahan likened the tip of Udelia's hair to a painting in his photo.

Then she showed me her own hair.

Udelia. Same. Their hair is the same. The waves. Its shape.

"What are we doing?"

"Making the descendants of Mada. Unfortunately we have to restart in this moment."

"We don't have children?" wonder Udelia.

He said they were together for a long time, why don't they have children?

Is he MANDUL?!

Udelia's face was immediately clouded.

"Almost."

"Almost?"

Udelia looked at Djahan's overcast face.

The man dropped his head on Udelia's shoulder. Her baby she didn't even see her body, even if it was just a lump of blood.

Dahl always misses him. He's almost crazy, every time he sees kids.

Will his son grow that big, if he survives?

It was always what was coming into his mind.

Udelia felt pain when she heard Djahan's cry. He raised his hand. Swiping Djahan's back.

They were on the emergency stairs. No sane person will pass through there.

"My wife, I can't afford to lose any more. Enough of our child candidates to leave me. You don't."

Dishon said sadly. The discomfort in Udelia's heart.

He's nodding.

Djahan cupped his face and kissed his face fondly.

There is no lust like it happened a while ago.

The rest of the day, Udelia spent time on the emergency stairs.

Listen to the story of Djahan and .. himself.

At first Udelia slammed hard. The criteria of the woman in the story Djahan, is not her at all.

She's not a brave woman. Always shy.

But look at his behavior the past few days.

He who can even resist the charm of Djahan.

He is reluctant with all the luxuries of Djahan.

Being able to say 'no' when he usually always says 'yes' to any request.

Perhaps, her soul was truly a brave woman.

Just because her brain dictated she was a shy woman, making herself incapable of going far.

Udelia was optimistic. He felt he could be a proud figure in the Djahan story.

"Teach me how to be that woman, Djahan," Udelia cetus when Djahan had finished the story and just looked at her face continuously.

"No," refused Djahan firmly.

Udelia suddenly shrieked. Thinking, did Djahan not want to be with him anymore?

Her heart became relieved, as Djahan smiled sweetly and carried her into a hug.

"No matter if you are brave or cowardly. I will not distinguish you from you and you now. You are you. Act how you want. I will always accept you. Because you are my wife. My soulmate. I will always accept you."

Udelia was touched by Djahan's words.

The man, did not force her to change. Accepting all conditions.

Udelia's heart is flowering.

He felt his heart get better.

Without hesitation he stared at Djahan's black bead.

Unluckable eyes stared at him.

"I'm gonna learn to love you. Please don't lose this great love, if I have loved you one day."

Udelia's scared. Afraid that he would only be used as an experiment by the curiosity in the chest.

It will no longer be loved when its heart is linked.

There are many men who are just curious.

Leave with heart when you get heart.

Udelia did not want to be a victim.

"I promise."

"Swearing by heaven and earth?"

"Swearing to be struck by lightning when I turn, when you have loved me."

Udelia rushed into Djahan's arms. He's feeling happy.

Swearing is not a play.

The gentle smile. He was very pleased with his wife's initiative.

His hands were tightly coiled.

They let go when they were tired of each other.

In Udelia's heart there was still one thing stuck.

Was that man really from ancient times?

He who is accustomed to logic, sometimes does not believe this statement.

But Djahan's eyes always radiate honesty, when looking at his bead.

Udelia's eyes moved in agitation. Should he speak out this disbelief?

"Darling, did something make you doubt?" ask Djahan.

Shady gazes. Her voice is firm.

Udelia was drunk just by hearing her voice.

"I'm curious. Where is Fusena imprisoned? There are still ascetics in this age?"

Djahan did not remove his smile as Udelia said her doubts. He showed the way to his wife.

Go to the mountain where the Great Hermit is ascetic.

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