Sagaras
The Part 44

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"Kaos aja, so it is easy to open again," replied Sagara calmly but the two eyes of the handsome young man was even happy to enjoy the surprised expression of his wife.

"Let-be, I'll get it." Aisyah began to remember where she saw Sagara's t-shirt neatly arranged.

"Oh my God" murmured Aisyah as she closed her eyes when Sagara also asked for DAaalAM pants.

Aisha could not get angry and protest because it was her duty as a wife, and this was the first reward she got when taking care of her husband.

"It's-it's right?" ask Aisyah to make sure if what is given is in accordance with what is in Sagara's request.

"Hem, thank you."

Sagara who wants to release his towel actually laughs when Aisyah runs in haste out of the dressing room, whereas Sagara's intention is just tempting, he certainly will not release the only cloth attached to his body.

"Helom aja he mengerasain maen sama-," Sagara did not continue his words, he even chuckled himself in response to his extraordinary perverted thoughts.

Finished wearing clothes, he came out without closing the door as usual because he felt it was his private area but it did not seem since today, because there was Aisyah who would also sleep with him..

"She's going to take a shower, take a shower, it's already night."

"Yes" said Aisyah who walked slowly to the bathroom.

While Sagara lay his body in the middle of the bed which now rarely he sleeps sleep. Sagara saw the wound of his hand that had improved a little. That incredible pain was in fact an immeasurable blessing.

"It's okay my hands got hot aer that is important to be able to mate," kekehnya who seems to not believe with what he passed today.

Sagara who heard the door open turned his head and woke up. There was Aisyah who had just finished her bath and was now walking towards the bed.

The handsome young man smiled wryly, this was the first time seeing Aisyah wearing long-sleeved pajamas with an instant veil that was definitely without a veil.

"Beautiful to his wife Sagara Devano Pradipta" he said without blinking.

Aisyah who heard him blushed, she then sat on the edge of the bed not far from her husband.

"Let me treat your wounds again."

"Of course, with pleasure" replied Sagara who immediately moved his sitting position while extending his injured hand.

"So anyway, it hurts. But right in your grasp already no," he said that can not fade a smile. Both of his eyes could not be seen Aisyah's face without obstructions for the second time.

"Don't say, if it hurts, it hurts, what it's for."

"I'm not lazy, I'm serious," Sagara remained reassuring.

"It was supposed to come with us, why should I bring the bike anyway, it'll get dirty the wound."

Sagara did not answer, he really enjoyed the beauty of God's creation that was never terbesit by it.

"Already, hopefully quickly healed yes," he said who somehow his heart also hurt to see Sagara's wounds.

"Aamiin's."

"If you are still sick, tomorrow there is no need for school" said Aisyah.

"Loh, why?" ask Sagara weirdly.

"I'm worried about your wounds."

"I'm fine, it's a small wound for me and tomorrow there's a test so there's no way I'm gonna skip it."

"Izin, not truant, Sagara," said Aisyah.

"Hem, it's the same. I'm going to stay in school because it's only a few months away, I'm going to learn to focus from tomorrow."

"Why?" asked his wife with a surprised yet pleased look.

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It's not funny, his wife is a teacher but her husband didn't graduate High School...