Marrying the Virgin Widow (Senandung Dawn)
part 103's
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After several times knocking on the door of the master's study, Fajar entered with slow steps, he was always reluctant when stepping his feet into the hallowed room, the hallowed hall, unlike his sister who went back and forth there because he could not be far from Phiu.
"Home home?"
"Iua, Shena's bad, in the office she was nauseous and vomiting. This was over lunch and Aa took her home, " replied Fajar, although the company was already a part but all were still under the direction of Uncle Rain and also the supervision of Phiu Samudera.
"Why take it home? Why don't you take her to the hospital for a check-up?" asked the great master when he and his second grandson were already sitting opposite the sofa .
"Shena doesn't want to, I've offered the doctor the office but she-she, she wants the chicken head" replied Fajar who did not expect if the story actually made the middle-aged man in front of her laugh.
"Then, there's a head?"
"There, but ask her eyes bristling, fortunately she sulked when my chicken was just the chest and thighs."
The views of the two met with different meanings, there was a line of smiles that in the taste of Dawn other than usual, much more heartwarming but quite curious.
"Enjoy it, because there will be others from your wife, take care of her feelings and never raise your tone to her, she said, because from now on until the deadline that is not determined his heart will be much more sensitive." Phiu's message that succeeded in making Fajar's forehead frowned not understand.
"Why could that be?"
"You will know" replied Fajar.
Obolan now spreads everywhere, not only Shena but there are others also including companies and future plans of the Dawn household so that it does not happen that they have been together for an hour in the room.
"According to what your wife wants while she's in the world" chuckled the man who was only answered with a nod of the head.
Dawn came out of the study room with a little hurried step towards the top floor where the room is located and Shena who must have been waiting.
Chequek..
The door was opened quite quietly without a sound because she was afraid of Shena falling asleep after cleaning herself, and it was true that her guess when both eyes actually caught the shadow of the wife who was curled up on the bed without a blanket.
"Darling, are you sleeping?" ask Fajar quietly while rubbing Shena's right arm.
"Hem, lengga. Just thinking," replied Shena who woke up from her bed.
"Think what? Want something,hem?"
Not answering, the beautiful woman with long hair lirus waist as big as ever fell into the arms of the husband, nothing was said by him, he said, Dawn did not repeat the question but he let Shena feel comfortable and calm first in carrying out his feelings at this time.
"Let's tell you the story, are you ready yet?"
"I'm coming another month, but I'm already," said Shena with a sad tone and a confused look.
Likewise with Dawn, not only an expression of disbelief but also disappointment, do not let him return to fasting because now there is a desire that must be completed immediately, he said, because what he should play pinch in the office must be held because of the presence of underage spectators.
"What's that?" tanya Dawn is only answered with a headband by Shena.
"Many no? Rich usually, is that it?" search for Dawn again.
"Failure, just a little bit of black, even rich new will and hopefully come month A'," explained Shena who is always comfortable telling anything about herself to the husband.
"Want to check? All you've been sick and vomiting. You fear soy sauce because often carrying a car with Bubu," invite Fajar who remembers Phiu's speech just now while in the workspace.
"Yes, yuk."
"No ah, just want to sleep," Shena refused while curling up again.
"Yes, you're resting, Aa is taking a shower."
"Hand it not for long yes, A'," pinta Shena which of course directly diyakan by her kind husband.
During the Dawn to clean up, Shena tried to close her eyes but the result was that she was even restless and unclear what she wanted when the drowsiness could no longer be withstood.
"Let's go to sleep" muttered Shena who ended up upsetting herself, his body began to turn right back left looking for the best position that he thought was delicious and comfortable but still he was difficult to be lulled into a dream even though it had closed his eyes.
"Well, did he say he was going to sleep?" tanya Dawn who just came out of the bathroom with only a towel limited to the waist.
"Yes but the gate of his dream is still closed, so he can't go there" Shena replied in an exasperated tone.
Hearing the reason of the wife would make Dawn who is now walking towards the bed immediately chuckled.
"Origin is not the gate of hell, my dear. Because the gatekeeper is busy again," replied Fajar who was none other than the person who meant it was RaXel Rahardian Wijaya.
Shena was immediately scowled and a little daydreaming because she remembered El, she forgot when she last met the young man to adulthood, not in fact, he misses the trickery of El and also his nagging but that does not mean Shena does not admit that El is a good person, but it does not mean that she is a good person, not infrequently he is often helped even though as a sincere but Shena never took a headache because he could not force others to be kind to him. Including El, Lintang is also Angkasa which has been since the beginning there is no sweet impression when first meeting and getting acquainted.
"Honey, even daydreaming," said Fajar who slightly surprised Shena.
"I'm sleepy, I'm sleeping." shena's asked to lie down.
"Yes. Aa wear clothes for a while, yes" replied Fajar who was rejected by his wife because Shena wanted to be accompanied at that time.
"But the service life of the towel anyway," he said that was all wrong.
"Indeed why? Kan usually also do not use anything," said Shena who made Dawn embarrassed herself to hear it.
Inevitably the man obeyed, he went up to the bed and lay down beside his wife who had done so much first. Shena went straight into her arms but instead of sleeping, she raised her face.
"Otherwise?" ask Fajar who feels something else in himself like a normal man in general.
"My hand is gatel why?"
"Why? here Aa look." Dawn immediately grabbed the hand of his wife and then rubbed the palm.
"Still gatel Aa," his whining began to cringe.
Confused dawn can not do much, he also does not know what to do because Shena is ready to wade through dreams.
But, in the midst of the woman's annoyance, he even pulled her hand. A few minutes later, he whispered.
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Hold this Aa gatelnya..