Surti's loyalty
Like the New Bridal Night

Mas Diman increasingly looks fitter, his hair is shaved, his mustache has also been tidied up so it looks younger. His good looks have not disappeared despite suffering long enough pain.

With the recovery of Mas Diman's health, it is a great hope for Surti and his two children to reclaim the happiness they once felt together.

Mas Diman is preparing to open a new page, start a business again treading the business that used to be advanced, hopefully there are no more distractions and obstacles.

Surti also looks happy, his face is back beaming when he meets his colleague, Rena who always provokes him to ask for divorce to Mas Diman, with the cure of Mas Siman Rena will no longer propagate himself.

The Do'a-do'a that he always intended for the healing of his beloved husband was granted, his patience was not in vain, the passion that had seemed to be extinguished now began to burn again and more and more blazing.

"Waw, the room is so cool Mas, so fragrant, hmmm.. You make suprise nih. "said Surti who just came home to see Rizka and Rizki after coming from the market.

"Your message told me to go to my mother's house, apparently this is what happened! " surti exclaimed as she continued to hug her Husband.

"Dear, I've recovered, so now you have to sleep here, in this room, the room we used to share with old jokes and revelers, "Surti hugged her tightly.

"Sabar Mas, I just came, haven't had a bath, the smell of sweat, "Surti tried to release Mas Diman's embrace.

"Yes take a shower first, let it be fresh, fragrant and more beautiful, he he." Mas Diman kissed Surti's reddish cheeks before releasing his embrace.

"Hmmmm... still fragrant, the shower is already not resistant,"

"Okay baby, be patient, I clean first, "surti said as she rushed to the bathroom.

The atmosphere of the room has now changed, Mas Diman juggled it without Surti's knowledge, everything is new, the bed cots and mattresses have been replaced, pillows and bolsters have also been replaced, and so on, the wall that yesterday looked dull has been painted back to be brighter.

After praying isya, the two of them have been in the contest, they have not combined love for a long time, they have not made out. Tonight is really special, in a room that feels new, like the newlyweds' night.

"Now Friday night Mas," said Surti broke the silence.

"May I continue to be healthy, thank God, now I feel really healthy, just to recover the energy that is still weak, " said Mas Diman while staring with warmth at his beloved wife.

Surti stared back at the Husband, "You were so patient that you had this ordeal, it hurt so long, had lost a lot of property too, too, you also do not hold grudges against people who have made you sick, patience is what makes me love you, Mas, "

These two people are really in a drunken romance, they are swept away with a heartbeat accompanying the flow of love melodies.

Surti opened the inner veil, looking long black hair so beautiful, not letting others see it let alone touch it, except to his beloved husband.

Her clean white face was well groomed, making her look so beautiful, her smile revealed teeth lined up neatly adding to her peerless charm.

How happy Mas Diman, blessed with a beautiful wife like an angel, his charming temper, really a wife who can take care of herself, envy all men to him.

The night was getting late, the lights that had shone brightly had turned dim, no longer heard the sound of chatter, only****** and sigh.

Wearing the beautiful hair of Surti, kissed her lover's forehead, now the intimacy they feel back really feels like a newlywed. It's really delicious.

"Mas, it turns out that you are still like you used to be, "with a breath of breath Surti felt an incredible sensation.

"You are also still like you used to be, dear" said Mas Diman.

Furthermore, I don't know what happened, only the sound of moaning from the two until no sound is heard anymore.

When dawn came, the two people who had long separated this room, last night together again, they slept so soundly, after a night of spilling everything.

Seriate.