The Prisoner of Love the Mafia
Evil enough

Elena smiled in response to her husband's words, honestly she herself was waiting for the figure of a tiny baby in her household life.

"Darling, from today you can't be soybean, yes. You have to rest a lot, let the baby be healthy, understand." Said Dav seraya mrncubit nose pointed the wife.

"God, baby, haven't I ever done anything? So, there's no way I'm a saucer, unless you make me tired at midnight." Sahut Elena replied to the pinch of the husband.

"It's mandatory, baby. If I don't make you tired in the middle of the night, this baby can't be in your womb." Said Dav who again got an anxious pinch from his wife.

"Aaw... It's pinching, baby. It's not that what I said is true hmm."

"Ish tau ah, you're bum." Elena exclaimed as she descended from her husband's lap.

"Kok nyebelin the hell baby, I'll talk according to the facts." Dav's protest drew back the wife's body and put her back in his lap.

"Hmm, you're still bawling. Anyway this malan you will not get rations. Point." Elena made Dav's face instantly clear.

"Don't dong darling, last night I didn't get my share, tonight I didn't get it. Do you have the heart to see me tormented like last night."

"Bodoamate. I don't care hmm." Sahut Elena while rising back from the lap of her pussy husband.

"Honey, where are you going?" Call Dav who gets up from his chair.

"I want to eat, laper." Elena without stopping her footsteps.

"Darling, it's our night..."

"No! Anyway it's a punishment for you for breaking my mood." Sela Elena turned around and looked at her husband.

"Darling, so mean." Dav murmured while looking fixed on the beautiful face of the wife.

"Belgroff." Elena's heart is short. Elena turned back and stepped both of her legs towards the dining room.

Dav again stepped both feet following the wife with a pouting face.

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Elena was already sitting in her chair, she could not wait for the food that was still being cooked by the aunt. Lemon tea is available on the table. Slowly, Elena began to rise from the chair, intending to step her two legs towards the kitchen. However, his intention was stopped when the voice of the husband entered into his sense of hearing.

"Honey, where are you?" Dav asked while looking at his wife.

"I'm going to the kitchen, baby." Elena quickly.

"What to the kitchen for?" Ask Dav while gently stroking the beautiful face of the wife.

"To see the aunt, baby. My stomach's been rumbling, but there's no food." Elena said as she rubbed her stomach which felt very hungry.

"You wait here, let me go to the kitchen, ok." Dav said as he floated his kiss on the wife's forehead.

"No need, baby. You scare the aunt again. Yasudah, I'm going to the kitchen first, you're sitting there, ok." Elena's orders while pointing at the dining table chair.

"Darling, but it's our night...." Dav's words were stuck in his throat when his wife put her index finger over his lips.

"Sat.... Don't talk about it anymore, or I won't give you a ration for a month, will you?" Threatening Elena made the bucin mafia immediately shake her head and sit on the chair that Elena pointed at earlier. Seeing that, Elena smiled amusedly, then she stepped both her legs towards the kitchen.

"Bi, the air is not dead yet?" Elena asked as she walked over to the auntie who seemed to be busy with her cooking.

"Gosh, non. Non Elen ngagetin aunty only. No, non. Just a minute, yeah." Said the aunt kindly.

"Yes, even though my stomach is very lager, bi. Emm about how much longer bi?" Elena asked impatiently.

"Five more minutes, non. Patience, non." Said the aunt while looking at her master's wife.

"Hmmm well, for the sake of the shrimp I will be patiently waiting for you. I'm going first, bi." Pamit Elena got a nod of her head from the aunt.

After that, Elena moved her legs back away leaving the aunt who seemed to be shaking her head.

"Bas with the non, why is it that sudden amnesia, instead of telling me to make dinner? Usually it's about seven or half eight, but it's only half seven of the non's laper. Thankfully I cooked immediately." The aunt's mind refocused on her cooking.

Seriate.