Married Hot Duda
43.

"Nda ...."

"Hem ...."

Hima raised her face, looking at Nanda who was exhausted as usual today. His hand rubbed Nanda's cheek, then kissed Nanda's chin repeatedly. "Thank you, yeah ... I want to be Hima's real mama."

Nanda had originally been willing to close her eyes. Despite not playing that really all out bin totality, Nanda still feels tired. He held back his waist, which was sometimes painful and itchy throughout their play. Although Hima never forced her, but still, Nanda joined in so that Hima would not constantly call her.

Nanda looked down, looking into my eyes Hima who was almost asleep. "Emang Hima why would you want Nda to be Mama Hima? Why isn't Miss Mey or who is?"

The black-eyed bead spun for a while then looked back at Nanda followed by a shy smile. "Only Nda can make Dad so unclear, hihihi. I like to get angry until I can't sleep, forget the work, forget the time, ngizinin Hima eat a lot of ice cream, snacks a lot, just like the world Daddy so somersault."

"Nda bad dong, if so?"

"No .. but better. Take a look Aunt Mey, she's stiff and july her mouth—"

"What was that?" Nanda glared feignantly, then fretted Hima's cheeks slowly. "Who says rich?"

"Hehehe .. sorry, Nda. But really, right? Aunt Mey is ju-lid. Ma'am Nur said, the neighbors also said so. Rich no work likes kepo as people's lives." Hima.

Nanda until the head gurgles heard it. "Hima from now on can not join Mbak Cica with Mbak Nur to the neighbors if you just want to talk about people. Ms. Mey is good, loh .. attention, just a little excessive. Especially the same our family because—"

"Tante Mey wants to seize the position of Nda who has been in the heart of Dad for a long time." Hima hugged Nda tightly. Nanda. This kid seriously isn't he talking?

"That's got to be Hima's mother, because since childhood, Hima only knew Nda was Mommy .. not Nanda." Hima's voice was not very clear, but Nanda understood. Everyone did call him Nda, Hima followed along. But pity too, fortunately Nanda never considered Hima anyone else, even though he did not think would be a child.

"Don't stay in Hima huh, Nda." Hima continued, her voice restrained, like she was enduring pain and sadness.

Nanda rubbed Hima's back gently and gently, regularly as she dyed the fruity-scented hair. "She has become Hima's mother, and Nda will not leave Hima as long as Hima is a good child. Now, Hima sleeps, it's malem. Teacher said, Hima had to get up early, make ...?"

Hima broke away from Nanda's chest and looked up. "Born morning prayer with Father and Mother."

"Smart ...." Nanda buried Hima's head again into his chest. He's shivering bodies. Although he had done prayers together, but why yes, this time it feels different. Is it because Hima calls her Mother?

Once again Nanda rubbed from her hair to Hima's back. Putting this young girl so active to sleep, until she slowly fell asleep.

Outside, Nuga had just entered with Nur opening the gate. Half an hour and eleven nights. Although it was a little late in the afternoon, but still, Hima had slept for hours.

Nur locked the gate and saw Nuga walking quickly into the house without returning his greeting. Normally, Nuga would ask a lot about the house and Hima, but now the man had already climbed the stairs in ten seconds.

"Long-time lonesome, yes, so." Nur laughed softly. "Perhaps, Cica must nemenin Hima this, Nda want to be made with the owner .. hihihi."

Nur immediately entered and closed the door, a glimpse of him again outside the house, and his observant eyes looked across the street where a car was parked. "That's Miss Mey? Geez, hanging out in front of the inceran house, dong. Rich doesn't have any self-esteem, Mom."

Nur shook his head, then went in to wake Cica up to accompany Hima in the upper room.

While Nuga immediately took a shower and looked at his son, although it was confirmed to be sleeping.

When he entered, he saw Nanda scratching his injured waist. The woman clucked slowly, because every scratch must have hit the part that was still wet and felt sore.

Nuga will do his part. Fun dating after marriage is like what, then the difference is the same useless chat gombal is what—Nuga will show it.

"You I help—"

Nanda reflex slaps Nuga's hand, angry and upset despite being held back so that Hima is not disturbed.

"Touching my wife is okay." Nuga sniffed indifferently, then rubbed again Nanda's waist in a gentle and regular motion. "It's itchy, right?"

Nanda speechless. Yes, it is his wife, but should he hold it there as well? But it's delicious anyway, there it feels itchy unstoppable.

"So nice to date before marriage what after marriage?"

Nanda thought, but had no answer. He has not dated after marriage, which is even noisier every day, so where is it fun?

"Before marriage, if you ask your boyfriend to do this, you could end up having a baby. If you're married, everything that's forbidden during courtship, so it's permissible." Nuga still rubbed Nanda's waist. His eyes focused on Nanda's slightly red face.

"Have you stopped yet?" Nuga gulped, then when Nanda closed his eyes, Nuga asked. "How do you feel?"

Nanda did not dare to look. In drama scenes, this can end with a kiss. Will his first kiss be given to Nuga? That would mean a lot, but ... Nuga is her husband. Adududududu .. yes, he must really end up in the hands of a widower, old again?

Nuga seemed to move out of bed and move to Hima's side. The man smiled as he kissed Hima's forehead, then looked at Nanda who was peeping.

Nuga stepped forward slightly to kiss Nanda on the forehead. "Dating can be rich? Must be waiting for an anniversary or meeting, right? Imagine if we were married, every minute we could do this."

Nanda closed her eyes tightly, hugging her arms tightly. The rest of the feeling of weakness after being stroked by Nuga has not disappeared, now it has been attacked with a warm kiss on the forehead and eyes.

Nanda's going crazy. Or even a jellyfish. It may melt like a heated candle.

Slowly Nuga's hand stroked Nanda's cheek, then a kiss landed there.

"Where, Baby ... still won't give up and admit? Your cheeks are red and hot?" Nuga laughed in his heart. Nanda must be scared. Feel you, Nda!

"Om .. udaahh, yes!" Nanda squirms this time, his eyes open slightly, his hand presses on Nuga's chest which turns out to have been lying on Hima's side in the middle. Their distance was very close, and Nuga was unwilling to let go.

There was a strange rustling feeling, Nanda felt millions of feathers caressing her skin. There were millions of tiny insects tickling at his sensitive nerve endings, a sense of heat filling his bloodstream. Nuga delivers heat that makes Nanda feel different. This feeling was strange and Nanda had just felt it for the first time. Nanda did not know what, but his body was trembling and there was a feeling of wanting to explode.

Nanda longed to look up, and replied to Nuga who was still treating her cheeks and ears softly. But Nanda desperately held back.

"Gosh ... Why me?"

Nanda's face grew hotter, his hands trembling against Nuga's chest. Nuga's movements were quick, grabbing Nanda's lips that were shaking out of control. Tell you what, Nanda almost fainted.

"This is that kiss?"

Nuga kisses her slowly, then releases her. It says "Have a nice dream, Baby .." and then kiss it again. Every now and then Nuga exhaled his warm breath in front of Nanda, then innocently, Nanda let out a small sigh. Like being distracted, distracted, but not being able to do anything.

"Bobo, yes ... There is still a week until you give up, Baby ...." Nuga chuckled softly. Letting Nanda be curious was like kissing in the drama she was watching. Tortured, right, Nda?

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