True Love From Ali
brick belly

Time very fast rolling, which was day now becomes night.which initially unfortunately now even say.

Uh, Ali's not that. The author creates a different character from the others, but the author just quip the guy who is the kek that anyway, skip already.

The stars don't want to show themselves, maybe they're covered in clouds to warm up. Because the sky continues to pour the ground to create a cold air around it.

A pair of Adampun children were also hiding under a thick blanket, and were busy with television shows.

Rara's tiny legs swayed here and there and nudged her husband's legs. The eyes stay focused forward but unlike the legs, they sleep without cuddling. Somehow really tumben, no one has started to stick to like stamps yesterday.

Rara's eyes glanced at the husband who was still focused on the tv, then her legs nudged harder, but this was not nenggol deh but kayak nendang.

"What the hell is Ra?" ask Ali then.

"Mistur,"

"Judah watch tv only," the man remained focused on the show in front of it.

"Sleeping,"

Mas Ali's hand pulled Rara's head but not only the head, the body also joined him to get closer to his sturdy body.

"But no drowsiness," said Rara while looking up his head, because the position of the body tilted while mas Ali was still stretched and the arms were used as a cushion for his little wife.

"How much medicine?" the eagle's eyes looked at Rara.

"Huh.. tomorrow aja mas," because Rara has not taken the drug after dinner. He kept whining for a while not taking medicine.

"Actually taking medicine must be on time, Ra," the veined finger rubbed the wife's black mane, coaxing slowly so that Rara could understand.

"Mas." the boy instead responded with a whimper. He hated the bitter-tasting ingredients.

"Did it heal?"

"It's healed,"

"What if I relapse again?"

"Don't pray that!" hit the chest of Ali.

"Honey.. "

"Mas Ali's.. " Rara imitates her husband's tone.

"Let's take medicine," suddenly mas Ali occupied his body, was about to take Rara's medicine.

"No way!" the boy pulled the husband's hand tightly until the sturdy body could stagger on the bed.

Rara soon befalls him, and he sits in Ali's stomach.

"Mas Ali." "his smooth face tried to get closer, not caring about the heart that was starting to hammer.

Getting closer slowly until now the breath of Rara can be felt by the man who always loved her.

"Mas Ali.. take the medicine tomorrow?" rara whispered in the ears of Ali as deliberately tempting the husband.

Yes it seems that the little boy is getting good at seducing or flirting, Rara likes to read novels. Maybe the novel smelled ++ also he terabas, canalah be used as a reference.

"Ra. "wept over Ali when he felt his neck d*kec*p by his wife.

"The sign is not good mas," the results printed Rara was not as beautiful as the red mark made by Ali mas.

One two three to five Rara makes hope to be perfect, but still the same. As for the fate of Ali, do not be asked again. His face was reddened by the torment of his wife's behavior.

His fingers tightly grasped Rara's head as if hinting for the wife to stop immediately.

"Stop dear. "squeak mas Ali later, when Rara prints the sign again.

"The result is ugly mas," with his innocent look he said so.

"Have stopped, that's a pretty good sign," Ali tried to catch his breath.

"I was curious about your boxy belly, how can it be boxed like brick?"

"The form is ordinary, stay diligent sport later also its own form," mas Ali tried to bring down Rara but the boy persisted.

"Rara hold it?" the woman was so curious about the shape of the boxes like the Korean artist she had seen.

Although yesterday he had already touched that solid stomach but he wanted to hold it again.

"Ih very stingy," without responding to the words of the husband, Rara immediately revealed the man's shirt. Then touch the stomach of the boxes.

Mas Ali continued to be privileged, prevented even free Rara was very stubborn. He let his six pack stomach be touched by his wife. The curiosity of the boy is quite high, want to check whether the stomach of the brick is also hard?

Strange indeed, it was yesterday already holding but curiosity still struggling.

Until unexpectedly mas Ali lowered Rara, and supported the tiny body, then did what he wanted to do with his halal partner.

Whether conscious or not, because in the mind mas Ali tried to hold the taste until Rara healed. But this time he couldn't help it.

It seemed as if the sky supported the actions of the man, the wobble that was until the ground just kept on being lowered nonstop, even more and more profusely.

"Raraku dear." lihir mas Ali with sweaty circles that began to wet.

Slowly but surely, he did not want to be too fast, because he was still worried about the condition of the wife.

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"Are you okay, baby?" this question has continued to repeat since waking up until now, when they will go out shopping for furniture and mobile phones for Rara.

"Oh Allah, I'm tired of answering, '" Rara said.

Mas Ali was afraid because of last night, the wife would get hot again. He regretted why last night couldn't hold him back until he ambushed Rara just like that.

"Let's go," invited Rara who was standing next to Ali's motorcycle.

"Eh yes," the man's daydream was scattered and soon followed the wife, fearing that Rara would be raging because of the wait later.

On the way Rara's eyes were attacked by drowsiness, a breeze hit her hair that was left unraveled, and the cold seemed to hypnotize her eyelids to immediately shut down.

He tightened the grip on Ali's waist, and one of the men's hands held the wife's hand.

"Mas sleepy," said Aleria while leaning her head on the sturdy back.

"Close his eyes," mas Ali increasingly tightened his grip so that if Rara sleep really will not fall.

Earlier this morning Rara had taken the medicine, and the effects of the medicine must have been drowsiness plus the boy was invited overtime the same mas Ali. So yes drowsiness this time many times over.

A few minutes they finally arrived at the shopping center scattered in the city. Various furniture, electronics and other needs are available here.

"Later to buy hp how much mas?" rara asked as she walked towards the advanced item sales.

"As far as Rara wants the type," Ali embraced the wife, their height was far different.

Rara's height is not up to the shoulders of the husband, I don't know it is actually Ali mas who is too high or only Rara who is too short.

"The cheap ajalah mas, important can be made selfi and ramnya big," said Rara who had entered the place

"Welcome brother, how can we help you?" ask one of the employees when they both just saw the storefront.

"What brand do you want, baby?"

"May I see Op*o hp type?" ask Rara to the employee.

"By the sis here various types of hp we provide, let sis follow me,"

"But mbak," said mas Ali who was reluctant to follow the steps of the employee.

"I want to see this phone" Ali pointed to one of the phones in the window that caught his attention.

"Okay, this is Ip*ne type-" the female employee began to explain all the advantages of the phone.

Rara is very sharp when listening, the price is likely not kidding. Moreover, the logo of the apple eaten as small as it is famous for its expensive price. Even his friends at school can only afford a second.

"This time there is a discount kak that is normally 10 million and two hundred is now only 10 million," said the employee later.

"The op-type" Rara asked other brands because she had been anxious to hear the price. But Ali cut it.

"Wrap this aja mbak," break up with confidence.

"Mas." Lirih Rara protested against the actions of her husband.

"Ssttt, just pray the windfall is always smooth," mas rubbed the hair of the wife.

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