HIDDEN WIFE
Nervous! Nervous! Nervous!
“Basic perverted you, Mas!” lula said she realized her husband's words were continuing to lead.
“Mesum also same wife herself. If perverted with another woman just haraam,” reply with full confidence. “A man my age is his only mind is work and lapse. So don't be surprised!”
Lula gawked in disbelief at her husband's frontal remarks. More and more days, he felt the level of Dirga kemesuman increasingly increased. I don't know where the Dirga Mahendra Fencingksa that used to tend to be flat and cool.
Lula took off Dirga's hand that was coiled around her waist, then walked towards the bed. Very carefully she lifted the tiny body of her baby and moved it to the box in the corner of the room. His hands moved patting his back gently as Baby Zav wriggled.
Dirga sat on the edge of the bed. Staring at the body of Lula who was standing behind him. The transparent zebra-patterned clothes revealed the curves of his body. The waist is very slender for a woman who had just undergone labor a few months ago, as well as smooth white thighs are tempting. Dirga swallows saliva like someone who is in thirst.
A year more his maleness desire is not channeled. I don't know what Lula's gonna be like tonight. For sure the woman must be prepared to be exhausted.
“Already, not yet?” Said Dirga impatiently again.
“A minute, Mas.” Lula looked at it. “You take a shower first.” Then focus on the baby again.
“I took a shower earlier in the apartment. This time has not been taken a shower.”
“Oh.”
A few minutes passed ....
Baby Zav is asleep. Lula wrapped the tiny body with a small blanket to protect it from the cold air coming from the air conditioner. She kisses her baby's forehead and cheeks with affection.
As soon as she turned her body, she jumped when she saw her husband was already sitting on his bed bare-chested. With a blanket covering her waist.
Lula looked suspiciously.
"Don't he wear nothing under the covers?"
“Why the hell, just look at ghosts,” protest Dirga realized the gaze of his wife.
Suddenly Lula's face met with red, which unfortunately he no longer had time to hide. The hot air suddenly crept all over her body.
"No. I'm just surprised to see you're not wearing a shirt."
Dirga smiled happily. "You tempted?" Dirga reached out asking her cute koala to come closer. "Yep here, baby!"
Lula rubbed her face in order to unravel the growing shame. If he reflected, his face would have been as red as a tomato.
“A-I'm going to the bathroom first. Mau peed.” Without waiting for an answer from Dirga, Lula ran into the bathroom and closed the door.
“Why did I become like this? It should be normal. I've slept with Mas Dirga despite being forced.”
He rubbed his chest up and down. Walk towards the sink and wash his face with water. Then pensively looked at her reflection in the mirror.
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Tok Tok Tok! the sound of knocking on the door made Lula jump back.
“Sayang ... What are you doing inside? Why so long in the bathroom?” ask Dirga from behind the door.
“Se-sewhile, Mas!” Lula trembled and reflexively bit her nails in panic. “Okay how is this?”
While in front of the bathroom door, Dirga had been waiting urgently since earlier. But his wife did not come out. Though just enjoy the fruits of patience, but impressed dramatic.
Impatiently, he turned the doorknob. Lucky for him, because it looks like Mahendra's mistress forgot to lock the door.
“Sayang ... What do you want to do in the bathroom for a long time? Want to nginap?”
Lula gasped when she saw her husband coming into the bathroom. His feet retreated a few steps along with Dirga who continued to advance closer to him.
"Come here, what the hell are you doing?" ask her gently.
Lula was still silently pecking at where she stood. This time with her head bowed, her trembling hands allowed Dirga to see how nervous she was.
“Sini ah, you long!”
Without waiting any longer, Dirga grabbed the small body and carried it out of the bathroom.
"Down me, Mas!" pinta Lula panicked.
"Yes, I put it down, but in bed!"
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