Hidden Leaning
Your fucking curfew!

The next day Dirga immediately visited the apartment of his future wife who also turned out to be one building with his apartment.

With her assistants Kyara and Dirga coming to the civil prosecutor's office to carry out the marriage and record their marriage. Because Dirga really wants his real marriage.

"Remember this from anyone not even my twin sister." Kyara held up her index finger in front of Dirga's face. "Remember."

Dirga smirked her own smile feeling uneasy with Kyara's face threatening her.

"Sister, do you want to stay in my apartment unit or do I go to my sister's unit?" ask Dirga.

"We better be in each unit alone, after all this wedding is just a form of my responsibility." Kyara walked first leaving Dirga who was just pecking at her place.

"Don't giggle! Brother must really be responsible to me if you do not want to sin and get painful karma. Does brother know? Every thing there is a reciprocal, the law of the harvest is still valid." Obviously Dirga again.

Kyara stopped her way and turned to look at Dirga who was still nailing behind her.

"Don't scare me snot boy!" Kyara stared intently at her London husband's face.

"I'm not scared, brother. It will really happen even there is a word called disobedience to the husband. And it's real that if you ignore and show me, then the karma of a husband is very real, so be careful if you don't want to get karmic." Kyara gulped her saliva suddenly she grimaced fearfully, she was affected by the speech of her flocked husband.

"Is that really there?" Kyara asked hesitantly.

"Yes, even so a wife must obey her husband, God once said 'if I command a creature prostrate to a fellow creature then I command a woman to prostrate to her husband.' That's what I know from my friend."

Glekk

Again Kyara downed her saliva which suddenly felt dry. He was afraid to hear it himself. Astagha what the teenager was hypnotizing her so much that she became frightened when she imagined the truth of her husband's speech.

"What would you do if I denied you?" scared little.

"Don't tell me you're gonna curse me to stone!"

"You're so mean."

"Leave it."

"Yes, you're the only one living in my unit, rather than me being a pathetic paralyzed woman. Don't curse me!" Kyara hugged her husband's biceps.

"Of course not if you keep acting nice to me, not being a bad wife."

Both of them walked into the car. "I'll call my Papi soon, I'll let you know if today's not in the office."

When the two arrive at the apartment, Kyara enters her room and immediately takes a shower without knowing if her husband is leaning behind her steps.

Hold the senile Dirga bird back, this time he stood at noon when he saw the appearance of his wife who was only wrapped in a white towel only limited to the intersection of her thighs. His blood felt stifling.

"Sister." call him soft.

"What?" Kyara Sentak.

"My baby itches." Dirga touched his weapon.

"Why? Your timing."

"Sister."

"Basin' dirty."

Dirga gawked at his wife's words. That's not what he meant. But he was also confused himself saying it. He suddenly wants to repeat the activity overnight but is confused how to convey it.