Sagaras
Part 62's
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The word Hungry in Sagara means certainly not the stomach that rumbling wants to be filled with food or that has just been called by handsome young men who have now transformed into a true man who already knows the pleasure of heaven the world.
Twice being at the peak of release certainly makes the new married couple as if opium with taste, with the taste, despite having to feel the pain and difficulty of breaking through the pile of curly Noodles but all paid with pleasure when Si SosTel broke through and melted in it.
Aisyah who is good at covering pain in fact still makes her husband sensitive because Sagara is not a stupid man who does not know if penetrating the membrane of the Swamp Blood is a tremendous pain, the pain is extraordinary, because there is a tear to make a wound that ends in pain that is only felt once in a lifetime.
And both should be proud of themselves because they both do it for the first time with a halal partner which of course is their right and obligation.
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Dinner was over, now only Mom and Aisyah in the kitchen cleaned up the dirty leftovers on the table, Aisyah who is used to doing it looks very deft even though a few days ago she did not do it.
"When are you going?" mother asked when the youngest daughter was arranging some dishes that had been washed into the shelf.
"Sunday afternoon, Mom. Sagara is not yet off," replied Aisyah who only briefly turned her head.
The holiday that the woman means is of course SCHOOL HOLIDAYS, not work holidays like a wife is telling her about her husband. Funny indeed, until the othor mak wants to pull the trunk of the Elephant so anxious.
"Yes, it's okay." The real mother had not gotten used to it without Aisyah could only resign behind her little smile.
"Oh yes, Mom. It's from Saga, for Mom to buy soap," he said, handing her a fairly thick envelope from her pocket. Of course it was just a parable because it was impossible for Ayesha to have Mom buy soap with so much money from the envelope.
"What is this, son? no need, mom's there." The unkind mother immediately rejected what her daughter had offered.
"Please take it, Mom. This is from my husband, "please force Aisyah.
"Just use it for your household needs, son. Don't think Mom and Dad, we have more than enough, can eat decent and halal 3 times a day it makes us very grateful."
"No, Ma. Aish's needs have been fulfilled by Saga, he is a responsible husband even though he still wears a high school uniform," explained Aisyah who is now slightly lowered, there is a clear red hue on her cheek at this time.
"Alhamdulillah then, I'm glad to hear it. May you really be in the arms of the right man, whose love is much greater for you. Can see you happy birth bathin is the desire of Mother and Father because it's as if our prayers have been granted," explained Mother with full of feelings.
How unhappy, Aisyah's life that has been full of color increasingly feels perfect. If he used to take care of and accompany some children at school, different from now. Although there is only one in the room but if it is spoiled until it is unclear mauna what taste it feels like more than 10 children are being faced by Aisyah so random behavior of her little husband those. There is no shame and awkward anymore, because Sagara has got a place that makes him comfortable after three years of loneliness.
Likewise with Aisyah who received Sagara with all the more or less the man. Less in love but more in treasure.
When Aisyah devotes all her attention, Sagara certainly does not playfully give up the contents of the world she has on the woman.
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Sagara who went into the room after being satisfied chatting with the Father immediately went up to the bed. He who lies down in a bowed position as if lifeless.
"You want to sleep now? wear the blanket first," said Aisyah while rubbing Sagara's back. Although only using an ordinary fan but if it is midnight, especially at dawn, the cold will stab into the bone.
Of course, the man will sleep, because all he has done starting from cooking dishes, bathing, eating, fulfilling obligations and finally exchanging stories with the in-laws. Now it's time for Sagara to straighten all his muscles because after school he no longer rest but directly to the city of B to take his wife who wants to go home to see her parents.
"Cutin, not nyampe his hands," Sagara murmured slowly and his eyes closed.
Smile was immediately singed at the tip of Aisyah's lips when remembering the fun thing.
"Good sleep, Sagara," whispered Aisyah to the man who was still handsome when he was snoring softly.
Gratitude and thanksgiving is not enough Aisyah catapulted to the owner of life because now she is in the middle of a family that always upholds love and women. Inwardly, Aisyah always prayed that she could become Mommy Ameera, Mama Aluna and also Amma Melisa because with her own eyes she has seen how the three women are really united in all conditions by their husbands who clearly seem great love.
"Live enough with me, though I know that not all bamboo is straight, but I always wish you weren't one of those crooked ones," said Aisyah again who is now difficult to both lie under the blanket together with her husband.
True indeed if not all may be loyal but Aisyah hopes Sagara will not bend to the left and right until he has another stopover, he said, it was also one of Aisyah's fears considering the age of her husband who was very young. There will be many things that Sagara met certainly including women, especially when he entered the College later, before Sagara of course Aisyah used to be an experienced student. If the campus was free enough, then what about the University in the capital?
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After dawn, all who have fulfilled the obligation just relax while waiting for breakfast. There is no activity on this Sunday enough together at home to spend the time before Aisyah and Sagara finally return to the capital.
"Mas Fatih isn't here, Mom?" sagara asked, if there was no Father he was confused how because saar along with Aisyah his perverted brain was always tempting and it was being avoided during his in-laws' house now.
"The next day he returned, his father-in-law had not recovered properly so his wife was still busy while Fatih had to take care of their two children," obviously the mother about the eldest child who was living far away or rather was not together with the child and wife. It was all forced to do Fatih because the woman had to take care of her Mama in another sick city, he who is an only child certainly has no other choice to alternate and be Fatih who succumbed as long as all still remember the obligations and position of each because if this is the main key to maintaining the house the ladder is loyalty and openness.
Sagara just nodded, he then turned to the wife who is the youngest daughter who is certainly so close to Mother. Will they experience this if the same problem can befall both?
No, Sagara seems to be unable because when he was busy studying at school only his sense of longing was mounting and it made him quickly go home to enter into the arms of his halal woman.
"Saga, how about daydreaming?" aisyah asked as she realized she was looking meaningfully at her husband.
"Ah, no. I'm fine" replied Sagara, who was ashamed of himself for being caught thinking about something.
"Relatedly? you're other, what are you thinking, hem?"
Sagara immediately shook his head because the guess was correct and Sagara did not want to discuss it at this time.
"Well, did I make you some sweet tea?" bargain Aisyah who does not matter when Sagara does not want to talk, the handsome man certainly has what rights he must share and enough he alone knows.
"I want Susu" whispered Sagara right in his wife's ear because they are the same as sitting on the dining table chair next to each other.
Sagara dared to do that, because Mother had just come out of the kitchen to meet Father on the terrace. Aisyah who does not wear a veil certainly makes it easier for Sagara to spice it up a little. All that because there is no one else in the house there is enough Father, Mother and husband, of course, the three do not matter if you have to see the look of Aisyah's beautiful face. Unlike when he and Sagara are not married, he must still wear the cloth even though he is in the house in order to maintain his marwah as a woman of virgin status.
"What husband? white brown?" ask Aisyah who is still in calm mode because it is still very early in the morning, of course, her brain is still clean.
But not with Sagara, no matter morning, afternoon, evening or night if it is close to Aisyah his brain will be dirty even butek because the contents must be delicious wrapped in sweat.
"Where do you want? why smile with that smile?" ask Aisyah again. They fit in everything but nothing to sensitize. Sagara who is perverted precisely faced with women who Loadingnya always long if deciphering the secret code husband and wife.
Not answering what is offered Sagara's wife instead dropped her head right on her favorite area now, he said, especially if it is not DaDa Aisyah who is not too big but fits in the grasp of Sagara who is the first time to have such a toy.
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