Tired of Loving you
Mysteriously

Shaka has just put Rania to bed who always wants to be hugged throughout her sleep. Shaka kisses Rania's forehead and she takes off the hijab that covers the beautiful black mane of a beautiful woman of her life.

The smell of Rania's body always managed to make him not want to escape and far away. His love for a woman named Rania deepens. It was as deep as his struggle to get the woman.

"You are so beautiful, dear," whispered Shaka, and turned to Rania's belly which was beginning to appear distended.

"Hi, what child. What else, anyway? Don't be naughty, pity Ama. Apa and Ama love you" whispered Shaka while gently stroking Rania's stomach.

"Thank you, for carrying my son, dear," whispered Shaka, then kissed Rania's tightly shut lips.

"Together, Honey. This is my duty as a wife. I'm sincere, because this is my jihad" replied Rania with my eyes.

"Darling ..." Shaka fused his forehead with Rania's forehead, then kissed the thin lips back.

"Yes?"

"Can-"

Ting! Ting!

The ringing of the mobile phone managed to make Shaka cluck annoyed.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, why?"

"Thank God .. Then you rest. Just take my car to your house, tomorrow you pick me up and Rania to go back to my Papa's house,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"

Tut's.

Call disconnected.

"What's up, Mom? News Nova?" ask Rania.

"Yes, said Adi ... Nova is just tired and stressed. You, bumil ... also do not get tired and stress rich Nova. People say, one way to relieve stress can be by ..."

"Alah, mode. Umpah, deh. He said I can't be tired, just want to sleep already in demand rations again." Rania clucked in annoyance.

"Alah .. You also sin the meaning of a young pregnant wife to serve you. Use a shampoo bottle to get you in. Slippery, fragrant again," kekeh Rania.

"Kok you pervert, anyway, Yang?"

"Astaghfirullah .. are you the pervert, my dear? How did it become me, anyway?" rania protest with a spoiled tone.

"All right, that ugly thing is me. You're all right,"

"That, dong. So the husband has to be a lot of cravings with the wife. Now, I want to sleep. Don't bother." Rania glared sharply, then smiled cunningly and slept again.

While mister Yudi and mistress Irene had just finished accompanying the guests until they came home one by one. Looks tired face of Madam Irene who was sitting while stomping her feet that felt sore.

"You tired, Ma?" ask Mr. Yudi about it.

"Very. I already know what it is," madam Irene grumbled.

"Do you want a pijitin?"

"Can. But don't flinch plus-plus, Mama wants a break," said Miss Irene. Hearing that, Mr. Yudi sighed harshly and regretted offering the original incandescent services. But still he did until the wife fell asleep in a soft bed that they had not slept for a long time.

In contrast to the couple of Mr. Yudi and mistress Irene, Mr. Harsa who just arrived at his residence was staring at a large frame with a picture of his family.

"Ma, Morgan .. May I miss you?" lirih Mr. Harsa, a drop of warm water slid freely wet his cheeks that began to wrinkle due to inedible age.

"I miss our togetherness. Me, you, and our children. I'm sorry I didn't make good use of time while you were still around. I want to meet you even in a dream," isak mister Harsa increasingly felt pain in his heart.

"Papa ..." The voice of the very male lord Harsa longed ringed in his ears.

"Ah .. for missing you too much makes me imagine your voice apparently," mute Mr. Harsa as he lowered his head.

"Pa ... look back," said the mysterious voice. Mr. Harsa shook his head and further lowered his face.

However, a pair of burly hands hugged the trembling body of Lord Harsa from behind.

"I miss Papa too" whispered the mysterious voice. Sensing a real touch, Mr. Harsa raised his face and turned back, to the owner of the hand that was coiled around his old body.