Husband Carried
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"You?"
Melisa gasped in surprise when she saw the figure before her.
Likewise with the man, he even more did not blink his eyes when his gaze pointed to Melisa's distended stomach.
"Hay," she said quietly without a sound.
"Let's say hello first, by" said eyang
"Assynolt,"
"Waalaikum salam" answered all at once.
"What is a smile?" Reza who saw the incident immediately pulled Melisa's head into his chest
"Mas Reza what the hell is it?" grunts Melisa upset.
"Diem no?" reza said but his eyes immediately stared intently at the man who was still standing by Eyang's side.
"You know?" ask mama confused.
"Alhamdulillah know, madam" said Aby the young man who lived with eyes.
"Can I?" ask papa.
"Mas Reza look out for me, I suck"
"So, you can't see that" Reza said, getting emotional as Aby smelled her smile.
"Za, pity that Melisa, why the hell are you?" mama hit her son's arm which suddenly hugged Melisa tightly.
"You know, I like it not clear gini deh" Melisa continues to thrash want to be released.
"Eyang, I want to go to the room" said Reza who immediately stood up.
"Yes, take a break, your room is still the old one" said eyang.
"Come, spout!" take it to the wife.
"I can't see the road, if my face is in the armpits of Reza gini mas" Melisa oceh more upset, want to feel like she bit her husband's shoulder.
"Waaaaah" exclaimed papa as Reza held Melisa ala bridal style towards the room on the second floor.
"What's your son, Pah?" ask mama confused.
"Worshipping times, Mah" kekeh papa.
Aby just smiled and looked down politely as the couple passed by.
"I'm sorry to go back," said Aby to the three people who were still sitting unwind in the living room.
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"Hayo, who was that?" reza asked as she laid Melisa's body on the bed.
"Which one?" Melisa asked back.
Melisa just nodded, the clear happy twinkle in both her eyes making Reza grieve in annoyance.
"He who? know where? why get to know? when acquaintance? how do you know?" Reza was really frustrated with this.
"A lot of nanyanya, one dong dear" kekeh Melisa, she felt anxious with the panic look of her husband.
"Aby, I knew her for a long time" Melisa replied calmly.
"Yes, know where my dear, my love, my wife, my KHUMAIRAH"
"In foster care, but three years ago Aby Gada tidings" now a sad look clearly visible.
"So he's also a parlor boy?" ask Reza.
Melisa nodded.
"Yes we grew up there. But Aby chose to go out and until this moment did not go home" Melisa said.
Reza breathed a rough breath, she ruffled her own hair.
"Why the hell?" ask Melisa
"I didn't like the way he looked at you"
"We were just surprised, Mas" Melisa tried to calm her husband down.
"Don't go out, stay here, Ok!" let's Reza.
"Loh, is that it?" melisa's protest won't take.
"We're home!"
Melisa directly hit her husband with a pillow many times until Reza had to scream for mercy.
"Ih, you're rude anyway, Ra"
"I want to go out, far away come here when I have to room again!" grunts Melisa upset.
Reza, who knew his wife was about to get out of bed, quickly ran to the door, locked it and threw the key in any direction.
"We can't get out" said Reza with a grin, he now comes back closer while opening the shirt he was wearing, his current behavior makes Melisa swallow his saliva strong.
"Open up" he said as he stood by the side of the bed.
"What's opened?" ask Melisa to panic.
"Over ah, you can't if I tell you to open don't like the name!" oceh Reza with busy hands undressed his wife's entire outfit.
"He should know, you're all mine, Ra!"
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