Don't Cry Mother
JMB 75'S. There's Something

" Well, are you sure you're going to do that? I mean, what a mas really would display this to the public. Later if ... ."

Kaluna and Yasa were in the room. After making sure that the son sleeps both are now sitting on the bed and leaning on the head board. Kaluna looked worried about their conversation this afternoon with several people including Zion and Brisia.

There are things that are so worried, again about the continuity of the teaching career of the husband. Yasa certainly understood what his wife was thinking. He then pulled Kaluna into his arms and gently rubbed her arms. Occasionally Yasa also kissed the head of his wife.

" Don't worry about that too much. I've been sincere about what's going to happen in the future. The important thing is that our little family isn't bothered anymore by the news that's circulating out there."

It seemed like Yasa had really been unanimous in making a decision. One thing Kaluna knew, if the husband had done something abstinence for her to withdraw back. Kaluna can only give up. He chose to follow what Yasa said.

" Oh yeah, let's go to sleep."

" Ho ho ho can't, you promised to give me 3 sessions tonight."

Kaluna opened her mouth wide as Yasa said that. He thought they were going to sleep remembering all day cleaning things. In Kaluna's mind her husband must be tired but it was not. Yasa still remembered their conversation this morning. Even Yasa had started kissing Kaluna in all the places she could smell.

" Don't you get tired?" asked Kaluna on the sidelines of her breath that began to be restrained due to Yasa's touch.

" No, for this one mas is still strong even though it is until tomorrow morning," Yasa replied without stopping his activities to touch the wife's body. What was in Kaluna's body became opium to him. He always couldn't help himself if they were in this room. Especially now Kaluna wears a thin satin dress and shows her smooth skin because it is only small in straps on her arms.

" May ... ."

" Don't keep calling, I'm concentrating. Oh yes if you want to make a sound just do this room I have made soundproof. So Tara won't hear your sexy voice. Jeez, this is a discussion. I'm starting to."

The night was again spent by the newlyweds by exchanging sweat. Fostering love in the hearts of both. Kaluna started to fully accept Yasa. What is inside Yasa makes Kaluna feel comfortable. He feels so loved. And, as Yasa said, the woman actually let out a voice that she normally held back.

For Yasa the voice of Kaluna when under her cage is so very sexy and beautiful. One thing that keeps Yasa excited.

" Oh yeah, yeah." This time Kaluna was actually waving a white flag. His eyes closed, it seemed that a sense of tiredness mixed with drowsiness began to attack him.

" All right, let's go to bed. I think tonight's enough. We'll start again tomorrow night."

" Yes."

Yasa always liked when Kaluna called him that. There was a spoiled tone there but Yasa really liked it. He really wants the wife to be spoiled and depend on him.

" Sleep my wife, thank you. I hope that after tomorrow everything will be fine. But whatever the outcome I will always protect you and our son."

Another in Yasa's room and another Kaluna in Tara's room. The boy slipped out of the room after waking up a few minutes ago. He walked towards his studio. Really have no fear. Though to go to his studio he had to pass through the living room where the room is certainly currently dark.

" Aihhh at 1 o'clock, I slept too long." Tara muttered softly as she walked a little faster. He even took his sandal and left his feet too long to avoid the sound of footsteps that could have been heard by his father and his mother.

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Tara opened the door of her studio plus gallery slowly. There was a click when he turned on the light switch of the room. The originally pitch-black room was now bright. Tara smiled as she saw some of her canvases lined up neatly in a wooden stand. There are at least 5 canvases of different sizes there. Of course it adjusts the order of each person.

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" Alright, Let's get to work!" Tara rang her fingers and then raised her hand into the air. The target tonight or arguably early today is to complete one order. He turned off his phone and tablet data package. Really this time he did not want to glance at the 2 electronic objects. Because if you open it, your eyes and hands will not stop easily.

Sweep by brush stroke Tara drop on one of the brushes. Do not forget he uses appron so that the paint does not dirty his clothes. Tara seemed to focus on the painting she was currently working on.

The painting this time is a painting ordered by a middle easterner. A painting of the Egyptian pyramids in the middle of the desert and there are also some travelers with their camels. One thing that entered Tara's mind at that time, why they did not capture it directly.

" But if they photograph it later I can't order. Weeeh cuan I did not add dong. So good are they pesen it's a painting." Tara muttered to herself but her hands did not stop even once she swept her brush on the canvas.

About 3 hours he struggled in front of the canvas measuring 90x60 cm, finally he could finish it. The clock shows at 04:00 in the morning. Soon the dawn prayer was reverberating and he had to hurry to get back to the room. He can't delay it. Later if his father or his mother wakes up for worship together and does not find himself in the room then his business will be runyam.

Tara put the appron and the brush to the place it was. He retreated his steps to look back at his paintings. Everything looks perfect. Tara had also put her signature there. But, there was something else he felt when he saw the results of his writing back.

" I don't know why every time I see my painting there's something else in there. But what it is I don't know myself. Haish, don't let the story turn into a mystery genre you know thor." (Stranquil, no. Othor can not make the genre of mystery because, othor belike.)

Tara then shook her head for a moment to expel her wandering thoughts. He then walked towards the door, turned off the light switch and got out of there.

" But really, I feel like there's something in the painting." Tara muttered as she walked a little faster to get back to the room.

TB