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Have you

A bright morning, between the slow wind, there was also the sound of birds chirping. A typical rustic atmosphere, feels pampering the ears when you wake up and breathe a sigh of relief, cool air infiltrates between the window slits.

It was beautiful, moreover there was a figure of a beautiful woman who was still closed with regular breathing.her finger was still stuck on top of Iyan's chest, the rest of the embrace before she fell asleep soundly.

Her tiny lips with a split line in the middle look sexy and calling when looking at her for too long.

Cup

Iyan kissed her at a glance, grabbed and clasped her adorable-looking wiggle finger. Hugged her tightly, brushing her straight hair that blocked part of Jasmine's fine forehead.

"Hemm." her beautiful body wriggling was disturbed by the touch of the husband.

Iyan smiled as his wife looked reluctant to open her eyes. Tired, of course because he made Melati tired.

"Wake up darling." whispered Iyan while moving mischievously to kiss her cheek.

"Hemmm Mas."

Jasmine wriggled again, her hands raised above her head and hugged Iyan.

"Then this is how you get lazy to wake up." Iyan hugged her so tightly, channeling her great warmth and affection.

"Capek Mas, achy." Jasmine whined spoiled in Iyan's arms, her eyes closed again and hid her face on Iyan's neck.

"Will massage?" bargain Iyan while stroking the smooth back of Melat.

"Mau Mas." she replied still sounding whining.

Iyan began massaging Melati's back, occasionally a warm kiss came to Melati's face and ears that looked comfortable on her chest.

"Mas." call him smooth.

"Hem. What's up, honey?" Iyan did not change his position.

"Thank you for being the best husband for me, I hope to make you happy until death."

Jasmine looked up at Iyan's handsome face, touched her cheek and pressed the right cheek which was always attractive when smiling.

"It is precisely I who thank you very much, already willing to marry me, realize dreams and fantasies while still a bachelor. I often imagine hugging you like this." Iyan chuckled amusedly, feeling silly with himself.

"I'm happy to be your wife" said Melati again.

Iyan lowered her head to loosen her embrace slightly in order to be able to stare at Melati's face.

"Of course I'd be happier to have you. Beautiful wife, kind, submissive, and make happy." Iyan smiled sweetly and praised him.

"If I have a deficiency, Mas just tell me so I can fix it" said Melati staring at Iyan.

"Why?" tanya Iyan stroked Melati's face.

"I'm afraid of losing you Mas, I'm sure there are a lot of girls out there who like you. Maybe even more everything than me" he said sounding sad.

Iyan smiled full of haru, really he was also very happy to hear the expression of Melati's heart.

"I'm sure I'm here, in the same blanket and hugging my wife's beautiful body named Melati. Do I need to be reminded how I fought to get you? That's heavy, honey." Iyan touched Melati's tapered nose. "If Mas had died that night, it would have been Arka here today."

"I don't want to." Melati hugged Iyan again, getting tighter and spoiled.

"Mas isn't willing either."

So beautiful every morning passed with intimacy, giving peace and comfort to each soul when a relationship is valid in halal ties. Not afraid to be discovered when making out, not afraid of sin when touching everything, not afraid of abandonment, not afraid of loss...

"The new bride is already at work." Adi teases Iyan and Melati.

"Bored at home he said." replied Iyan with a fluffy smile.

"Bored of what scared your husband in gaet people?" joking Adi again.

"Both Uncle." replied Melati sitting at her desk.

Iyan only chuckled at the answer from his wife, it turned out that Melati could be jealous as well.

"Relax, the new employee is ordinary, no prettier than you" Adi replied to Melati while chuckling.

"How many people?" tanya Melati looked serious.

"Oh." Melati is not too interested in their chat, let alone already mention the name of Arka.

"We'll be a lot." Iyan replied while tidying up his desk.

"Yes, after all from the center has allowed to find new employees, the calculations ease the work of both of you." A coffee and a little drink.

"But you don't want to fire Melati right?" ask Melati slowly.

"Ohuk..uhuk..."

Adi immediately choked violently, even some sheets of paper on his desk exposed to splashes of coffee.

"Drink." Iyan gave her a bottle of mineral water.

"Asem." said Adi cursed'i himself.

While Melati looked suspiciously at the two men.

"I don't want to stop" said Melati pursed her lips.

"Who wants to stop you?" Adi glanced at Melati.

"Mas!" Melati called out to Iyan with a sulking tone.

Iyan so wrong his plan known to Melati before his time.

"Yes, you can still work for now" replied Iyan persuading him.

"How now?" pissed off Melati again.

Iyan took a deep breath, rubbing her hair turned to Adi.

"Don't follow along" replied Adi know Iyan's intention to ask for help.

"Tu right?" Melati is getting sulky.

"Mas just don't want you to get tired later, no other means darling. Let Mas alone make money for you." persuade Iyan gently.

"But, I still like to work. Anyway I still have a mother who_"

"Yes, it's still work but not forever. There will be a time later to ban you." Iyan still persuaded him.

"Part of your salary is only one million, sitting at home." Adi followed.

"Can be good, time will be burdened with Mas Iyan everything." Melati still protests.

"That kid!" Adi became anxious himself with his nephew.

Iyan chuckled listening to the two Uncle and nephews arguing.

"What boy?" pissed off Melati again.

"You're innocent what a fool, your husband a lot of money! Yes you just take advantage of him, because there is no need to tire of working! People are told to relax even stick to it." Adi nags Melati.

"Mas!" Melati was upset because Iyan was silent.

"What did you have to say?" tanya Iyan further irritated the two.

"Karepmu (As far as you)" said Adi, stepping out leaving Iyan and Melati.

Melati still bent her face, unwilling to look at Iyan.

"Mas doesn't forbid." Iyan approached Melati and started seducing her.

"But want Melati to stop." she replied still sulking.

"Yes, because I don't want you to be tired. Especially later after you're pregnant, Mas's son, our son."

Iyan persuaded him again, slowly and gently. Iyan rubbed Melati's delicate cheeks, asking her to look at Iyan.

"Mas works here because Mas didn't know that Mas had a lot of assets given to my biological father. And survive until now because you want to approach Mel." said Iyan still caressing Melati's face. "And now I have you."