TELL LAURA I LOVE HER
WE'RE NOT MARRIED TO PLAY GAMES

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“Bund, koq from earlier diem anyway?” Ilyas hugged Namira's body from the strip when the woman was sauteing chicken with herbs for him to make a ragout to fill his trading risol. While Ilham was being held by Iyah's bik on the front carpet of the television.

“If you do not want to be in pain because of being pinched, do not pinch others,” Namira replied. He did not want Nindi and Iyah to hear this conversation.

“What do you mean?” ask Ilyas not understand. Namira turned off the stove and turned around.

“Which got angry first then entered whose room? So replied why complain?” namira answered by looking into her husband's eyes.

“Dad disappointed, you bought Dede's chair didn't say first,” Ilyas told me the reason why he was angry this morning.

“The chair was purchased at the same time as we shop for goods for Dede's tableware. At that time I did not want to share advice, so Mother did not buy without asking for Father's opinion,” said Namira.

“Now Mommy asks, you want to make a Teteh room has a discussion with Mommy? What do you ask for Mother's opinion? No ‘kan? Is Mommy angry?” Namira pokes Ilyas in the eye with a sharp prick from his eyes.

Ilyas realized he was a lot wrong today. “Sorry Dad yes. I realized and confessed wrong. Don't be angry again huh?” Ilyas immediately took hold of his wife's face and kissed her cheeks, eyes and forehead. He deliberately fought his forehead with Namira's forehead and looked at the wife's shady eyes.

“Mother is not angry. We are not used to being a couple. So we still act alone. We must patiently learn to exchange opinions in any case,” replied Namira wisely. She kissed the tip of her husband's nose.

“Thank you for patiently accepting me Bun. I love you,” whispered Ilyas while tightly hugging Namira's body. Sholeh women who do not explode when angry.

“I love you too Daddy. We learn together. Father also must patiently guide Mother,” reply Namira.

“You got vegetable salad?” namira asked her husband who was still tightly attached not to be far from her.

“Mau, but extra cheese,” says Ilyas. He knew his wife if she ate a salad, two dishes could fit her stomach. That's why Namira doesn't want to buy salad but makes it herself to be satisfied.

Ilyas actually prefers fruit salads, but Namira prefers vegetable salads. Fruit prefers Namira juice. So that Ilyas was fainted with the taste of the mistress.

“Where do you eat?” ask Namira. In his hand were two bowls of vegetable salad. One with normal contents and one with jumbo contents.

In the TV room just let it be with the kids,” replied Ilyas. He's stealing to kiss his wife's cheek.

It turns out that in the TV room there is only Namira who is busy watching while snacking on snacks snacks snacks for children cheetosss favorite.

“Teteh want salad?” ask Namira who's been sitting on the carpet. Ilyas sat in the chair. Namira's back was flanked by Ilyas's feet and her back was leaned against the seat occupied by her husband.

“Yeah, the store you love, where is it? And the shape of shophouses or one floor?” ask Namira. He had indeed not seen the store ownership letter Ilyas gave as a dowry yesterday.

“Front market Bund. It's one showroom for display then there's a kitchen area and one small room for a break. There is space for the warehouse and there is a bathroom, ” replied Ilyas.

“When did Dad buy? And what's the reason?” Namira wants to know why her husband bought the store.

“That time someone came here looking for Mommy. She said Mommy was looking for a store to stay in but near the Nindi school. Well the guy says he wants her to sell, still new, just not near the school but near the market. Tomorrow I see and I'll buy it. Because the prospects are good. The sale of cakes there must be good and parking is also quite extensive,” replied Ilyas while bribing a salad that many grated his cheese.

“Emang why at that time Mommy is looking for a store that can make a stay? Don't tell me Mommy wants to stay with Daddy,” Ilyas is suspicious of his wife.

Namira raised her face and gave a nosy smile. “That time Mommy was confused when Dad shot Mommy. Mommy wants to refuse and get out of this house because she feels unworthy to continue here while your proposal Mommy refused,” replied Namira while watching her husband's face.

‘She's an amazing woman, unwilling to owe and return love just for money,’ Inner Ilyas.

“But now won't leave Dad ‘kan?” ask Ilyas.

“We marry not to mess around. None of us can have the intention to leave his partner. We all need to talk about it in order to find a solution. Yesterday Mother had that intention because Mother was still alone. Haven't got a husband,” Namira replied.

“If Dad is angry, Mommy can also be angry. If the problem is that Dad is silent, Mother can also be silent. If you don't care, Mother can also not care. We are equal, no one is more dominant or weaker. So from now on we have to learn to share all the problems. Because the household was happening because there were two parties,” returned Namira smarter and more mature than Syahrul.

“Iya sayank.” Ilyas peaked the top of his wife's head. Namira thrust a glass filled with water.

“Aduuuh, is Dad's mouth clean? Don't-don't be a minute Mother's head is fused for being kissed by Dad,” Namira teases her husband.

“Ih, haphazardly,” Ilyas tickled his wife's waist in anxiety.

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Later that night in the room, Namira invites Ilyas pillow talk. She knew her husband wanted to do the first night. But he's still scared. They have to talk about this completely.

“Yank, I want to talk,” Namira starts to open the conversation.

“Why? I'm fine if you can't Honey yet. Patient father koq,” Ilyas gently hugged Namira's body which began to stiff with fear. The trauma of being raped twice left a very frightening impression on his wife.

“I'm ready koq. But maybe not immediately today. But we try to keep going. As long as Ayank is patient, I'm sure I'll be comfortable. But before that we do, I can be honest?” asked Namira with a little fear.

Ilyas lifted his wife's chin so that he could look at her eyes directly. “So you said all the things we should discuss. If one is afraid to say it, it means that we can not do a discussion, right?”

“I'm sorry. If we can delay momongan until Dede is quite big huh? Pity Dede if Mommy mabok. And pity the baby if Mother is not ready. Mommy wants to get pregnant again if Dede is at least one year old. Can?” ask Namira lirih.

“Honey, I married you not only want to have children. We have two kids. So if you want to delay five years I have no problem,” replied Ilyas.