Sagaras
The Part 110

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The sound of a motorcycle that just entered and finally stopped in the garage next to the house did not escape the sight of Sagara, the man immediately woke up and approached the wife, who was, he opened the helmet that was still on Ayesha's head after kissing the reverent back of Mom's hand.

"Away awake?" aisyah asked, she was a little shocked when she saw her husband sitting together with Anti on the porch.

"New, but not yet bathed," Sagara replied with a chuckle, while Aisyah replied with a smile because she felt her man had returned to what he used to be. Yesterday his heart was like a rollercoaster going up and down, smiling and crying at the same time.

"I buy you some food, come on in," Aisyah asked. She who was a little tired felt much more comfortable when embraced by her husband. Maybe something trivial

but the effect is quite real for the wives.

Since the beginning of marriage, Sagara and Aisyah have

mutual agreement is if at home Pradipta they are like the Master and Young Miss who are all served. But, if already in the village, especially in the house of the Father and Mother, they are like ordinary husband and wife. So, Sagara does not demand much for his woman just stay silent like in his house, he let Aisyah still enjoy her role here not only as a wife but also the sister and daughter of her parents who certainly miss the figure of their youngest daughter.

Because everyone also knows that togetherness with family can never be repeated because the time that parents have is increasingly thinning.

Entering the house, the newly repaired couple is now in the kitchen. There was a mother and Anti there who were preparing dishes for them to eat.

"What did you buy?" sagara asked as she pulled the dining table chair for herself.

"Laksa, whether you like it or not but I have never seen you eat this," replied Aisyah, before herself of course she first served her husband.

"Like, have eaten several times made by Amma."

"Hem, make a plane only can, darling," Sindir Sagara as if remembering the hand of Amma is MAGICAL.

Aisyah smiled knots, she who had removed her veil certainly looks very clear as red as what the two cheeks of the pregnant woman.

The beauty blushed embarrassed, silly indeed his request at that time but believe it or not in his brain there are only Planes and Planes. Until one unexpected thing happened, Aisyah really had a private plane at this time.

"Hey, eaten dong, even a smile while daydreaming," Sagara said to his wife.

"Hayoooo, what did Aunt Aish think?" ledek Anti is also sitting next to Mom and right in front of Sagara.

"No, I didn't think of anything. Come eat," replied Aisyah who was still blushing in shame.

The four people at the dining table continued eating them with a hint of voracity, let alone Sagara who had just woken up. He had not found anything in the kitchen to fill his stomach.

"No boy? it's my subscription to the same Mother from the past, but I think the food made by Amma," said Aisyah who knows the work of the Great Lady Rahardian is indeed incomparable.

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"Samely, what matters is that it's not what I eat but who I eat with."