Love and the Past
200 Part
Since returning home from school, Azka has left home after driving Salsa home. The girl prevented her husband from leaving. But what is power, once Azka says no then it will not change.
I don't know what Azka was doing at the headquarters until it was getting dark, the man did not come home yet.
"Ish Azka forgot to have a wife at home" muttered Salsa upset herself.
Long time the girl pacing in front of her room until the clockwise shows the number 10. The girl's smile expanded as one idea flashed through her limp brain.
He ran to the room, and took a gift from Rayhan and put it on. Honestly, he was amused to see his appearance in the mirror reflection.
For the first time he wore a material-deficient and see-through shirt like this. Feeling the cold air piercing her white skin, Salsa crawled up to the bed then covered her body with a thick blanket.
"Can designers have ideas for ginian clothes, which are covered what try?" ask Salsa who she knows.
He reached the phone on the nightstand and sent a message to his husband.
Salsa: What time are you coming home?
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Azka: Maybe it's a little night, why? Are you hungry or scared? I still have business.
Salsa: I'm cold to want in puluk👉👈😔
Azka: Gemes really want nyek
Salsa: Send Photo
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At the base, Azka is in discussion about the plan they are going to do to trap Leo in his own game.
Samuel and Dito again seek information about the death of Mr. Arion several years ago. Investigate the crash site and others, which they can use as evidence.
How hard he narrates Leo in it, the results remain zonk. Leo is very good at hiding identity.
"All of a sudden I feel this room is really scary?" chirped Ricky.
"What time?"
"Principal of njir's possession" Rayhan said.
"Objected, possessed by a pure devil." Keenan laughed at the others, but Azka was not aware and was still busy replying to Salsa.
Salsa: Send photo
"Shiitt," said Azka when looking at a photo of Salsa sleeping in lingerie.
"Why are you Ka?" investigating Dito was about to peek, but Azka immediately pegged the screen of his phone.
"We'll talk tomorrow, the meeting's over!" azka shouted before disappearing behind the door.
Impatiently wanting to meet with Salsa, Azka drove his motorbike very quickly splitting the congested highway. The usual journey he took half an hour, now can be taken a dozen minutes.
Azka immediately put her motorbike in the garage, running towards her room. He forgot today his wife finished coming by the moon.
Azka opened the door and found the room minimal lighting, only the sleeping lights next to the bed were lit. Before approaching Salsa, Azka first cleans in the bathroom, or the girl will stink.
He climbed onto the bed, revealing a blanket that covered Salsa's tiny body. Azka swallow salivanya rough saw the backup is very beautiful, melon fruit that always ya work every night poking coyly covered with thin cloth.
"Darling, are you really sleeping?" muttered Azka stroked Salsa's cheeks with her slightly cold hands. "Are you pretending to be asleep, Hm?" whispered in a hoarse voice.
Blame Salsa for luring him in a prone hour like this. Maybe not just himself, but the clock above the average 10 naf*su male is very large and very sensitive.
Cold sweat began to wet the temple Salsa, as hard as he could he remained calm and pretended to sleep even though Azka touched it.
Stupid, why am I fishing anyway. Die, Azka couldn't have let me go tonight.
"Well, sleep well baby, let me work" Azka whispered once more.
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