Dusk Sky
The Good Wife

Plans to continue dating after Oma's house are off.

Oma told them to stay over. Not listening to Baskara who has refused. Because the old woman doesn't like rejection.

After dinner, Dusk was asked to wash the dishes. She said she learned to be a good wife. Even though the big house there are many household assistants who already have their respective duties.

With a grumbling heart, Dusk washes all the old dishes of the mountainous dinner. They only ate four. Somehow there could be that many plates.

Dusk is not not asked to wash dishes. In NY, he used to wash his own food.

But a house this big with so many dirty dishes and a real housekeeper can do it. It feels like dusk is very coarse.

All day long she was made a good wife. Starting from cleaning the house even though it only sweeps the house that is not about the size. Enough to make his spine feel like it will break.

Prepare all the needs of Baskara when going and after bathing. She also serves her husband when he eats.

Even for lunch, it was dusk cooking. Even more upset Grace who insulted the food she made when it tasted good enough.

But brazenly, Grace regurgitated the food she had just put in her mouth. And forbid the Oma who has not touched his food at all.

Only Baskara finished all the food until it was not left. Eat the portions that are supposed to be for Grace and Oma.

Oma oversaw all the tasks of Dusk without exception. Not letting Dusk catch a breath for a moment.

Even Baskara's whining to stop it wasn't heard. Moreover, Dusk always said if he was okay.

"Why not sleep?" tanya Dusk as soon as a hand coiled over her stomach.

The clock is ten o'clock at night. All the headlights are turned off. Replaced by dim fluorescent lights. Indicates the occupants of the house have gone to sleep.

"How can I sleep if my wife is still being tortured here." Baskara washed her hands clean. Drying with a new towel given a housekeeper whose job is replaced by Dusk. "Now we sleep? tomorrow morning we go home." take her so gently.

"You don't need to be this hard to be my wife." Baskara told the housekeeper to finish the job that only a few seeds remained. "Quite you're happy to be by my side, that's enough."

"But that's not done yet. Oma later assumed I couldn't take care of you, again!" reject Dusk. Trying to release the embrace of the husband but in vain.

"I told you, ayy." twisted his wife's body until they faced each other. Holds the wife's shoulder tightly. "You don't need to hear what those who don't know about us say."

"You can take care of me or not, just you and I know." he said. "Not need anyone else to know. It's not important to us. No luck at all."

Dusk sighed and obeyed what her husband said. After all, her body had been very tired all day switching professions as an aunt. A job that is not easy but is often underestimated by some people.

After the two reached the room, before long the door of the room they occupied was knocked.

"You change clothes first. Let me open it."

Dusk nodded and passed towards the bathroom with tired footsteps. He took off the clothes he was wearing and brushed his teeth and washed his face.

When he came out complete with the new pajamas that Oma provided, Baskara offered him a cup of warm chocolate.

"Let's get tired you're gone. Let's sleep well too."

Sitting at the bedside. Sip the warm chocolate little by little with Baskara massaging his shoulders.

"I don't pa-pa really, Bas" she said, lowering her husband's hand off her shoulder. "I'm used to working late."

"It's nothing more than yesterday when I made my wedding dress yesterday."

Dusk rubbed her husband's hair gently. He had seen Baskara defending him and was always protesting when Oma told him to do something. Also always try to help her when Oma is off guard.

"I'm not pa-pa. Oma is so because Oma loves you so much. Oma wants you to have a wife who can serve you well."

However, Dusk did not want Baskara's relationship with Omanya stretched because of him. It was better to keep that annoyance in his own heart.

"So when are you gonna stop calling me, Bas?" like what Baskara did last night, he began to immerse his kiss on the neck of his wife's level. Small bites and leave a reddish mark there. "We've been married for over 24 hours. When you still call me Babas!"

"What do you want to call?" tanya Dusk with a quivering voice held back the overwhelming sensation that Baskara gave her.

"You think dong's a special call for me." Baskara's ignorant hand didn't stay silent. One by one the twilight pajama buttons are out of place.

"W-what dong!" how can the brain of Dusk be invited to think with a situation like this. He even desperately held back his d*sahan.

"I want you to break up dear." Baskara's lips have moved from the neck to the front of the Dusk which has dated her top clothes.

"A-branch?" ask Dusk. He really can't think very well.

"No way." refused Baskara. "Same time like bang Farri same bang Vindra. I want something special."

"Hubby?"

Baskara.

"Darling?"

Baskara nodded back. "I'll call you that. So you choose another."

"Mass?"

Baskara no longer shakes. But not even agree. A little longer after thinking Baskara nodded as well. "That's better than you call me, Babas."

"But call her in your sexy voice, huh?"

Hot dusk face flushed. Can Baskara not insinuate her like that.

"I can keep this up until I go to sleep, ayy?" they were both lying in bed facing each other.

"Why?"

"Let's sleep better" he replied lightly and again suck the source of life for their child later. "Also before this is controlled by our children someday. I can't do more than this anyway."

Dusk can only fall. Letting her husband do what he wants. Trying again what he failed to give.

Like what Baskara told him. They will try slowly to succeed to satisfy each other. Give each other rights and obligations. Trying to be a real husband and wife.

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Sorry if it doesn't match your expectations. Just got home from brother's place. The intention is not up tired, but afraid you wait..

But sorry if you don't get the feeling yes..