Adventure Love Honey And Abhizar
In London

This is the first time I'm going to fly an iron bird aka a plane. Although various luxurious and non-luxury airships have been felt, only planes and ships have not been felt. Not able or not able to, I can feel it just by asking the men who fell into my trap to take me for a walk somewhere by riding a boat or air or can use my savings. But, there is something even more important that I have to fulfill is my family's parentage.

"Mas," I held my husband's hand when the plane started boarding, it's nothing I'm afraid of falling. I closed my eyes and tightened my grip.

"Not to be afraid, just read bismillah insha Allah we will be protected from danger." Mas Abhi said as I patted my hand to calm me down, after the plane took off and was on top, Mas Abhi told me to open my eyes.

The distance from Jakarta to London takes approximately 13.5 hours with one transit. Seeing Mas Abhi who was so busy up on the plane, he had to keep opening sheet by sheet of documents, and it just so happened that Abhi chose a business class for seating because I felt comfortable that there were several advantages that were much better than the economic class, of course the price was quite expensive for me.

"Please.." a flight attendant delivers a menu of dishes that have been prepared for us to fill the stomach. There is a menu book that we can order there one of them besides the typical Indonesian menu there is also a typical menu from several countries, such as sussi and kare from Japan, fish cakes contain red beans and cold noodles from Korea, mangroves with various flavors in it, dimsum, steak, spaghetti and also bread-rotian. Because I was tawari mas Abhi want then anything other than a free order I also choose to eat cheese bread that melted in it.

"Do you like cheese?"

"Huh, I like cheese very much" I said as I ate the food that had been served.

"What do you want to drink?" the flight attendant asked with a teasing look at Abhi.

"I'm just coffee,"

"The campaign, sir."

"I don't drink, sorry."

"Well, besides being handsome he doesn't like to drink either." Whisper the flight attendant to one of his professional friends.

"Wash his mouth to eat what. There is jelly, fruit and also a variety of sweet cakes," said the flight attendant.

"I'm just an apple 1 fruit please cut the skin, yes."

The flight attendant nodded and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, my wife will order too." When he heard the words wife, the two flight attendants immediately fell silent and turned to each other as if they were saying. "Well, his wife wasn't wrong, I don't think it was his wife, I guess it was his maid," well that's how what they say in my brain goes like that.

"I want cheese cake and also citrus fruits and apples, let my husband pay if he has to pay" I said cynically.

"Well, mom ate it a lot too. Excuse me," The two flight attendants were as if they were being ridiculed for their tall, plump bodies that could make the men drunk of their charms, I saw only 2 men around parallel to my cold seat with the flight attendants, the old man who was with his wife and also my husband Mas Abhi.

"What's wrong with me is all my body, whether I'm all yah or fat," I'm singing both my lips a little disappointed with my body that all plump front back.

"Muacch..."

"Semok and buxom are precisely the dreams of men, they do not know just how good your body is.

Just cook until you can't turn away" said Mas Abhi after kissing my lips.

"Pbuh, we are on the plane ashamed that anyone has seen it" I said, holding my shame because of the death of Abhi who touched my heart.

"Why, you my wife is not prohibited from kissing or touching you" he said.

"But not in front of the public either,"

After a long wait until 15 hours because we had transit finally arrived in London destination country. we went to one of the most luxurious hotels there called Hotel Cafe Royal with a budget of 18 million more overnight. The luxury class of course I was stunned when I got there with luxurious nuances like castles and luxury buildings in the past but the modern version.

When entering we were immediately greeted by a long big lamp that dangled like a mosquito net. Mas Abhipun went to the receptionist to retrieve the key in the form of a card to be able to enter the hotel room we ordered earlier.

"Bag,"

"Hmm, uh,"

"The hotel is big and luxurious. How much per night?" I drank the aqua water available at the sitting table.

"Are you okay?" mas Abhi who was shocked because of me.

"No, isn't money that expensive."

"Our client is in one of these hotels, so we'll meet here later tonight around eight in the evening, now we're married first, it's 10 in the afternoon.

Again I was surprised by the atmosphere of the hotel room is so spacious and luxurious, the bathroom is 2x wider than the bathroom in the apartment, and the, hotel rooms are so spacious as a futsal ball room that only for his room is available living room that is no less luxurious there.

At night we get ready to go to dinner and meet the intended client.

"Hello, Mr. jorge ,"

"Hello Mr's. Abhis"

"This is my wife"

"Hello nice to meet you,"

"Wow, nice to meet you too."

"This is my secretary," the jorge master introduced.I took off a smile at the sexy and beautiful woman.

We sat at a dining table and ordered the menu while waiting for 3 more clients.

Once in the sense of everything has come they also began to negotiate and agree on something that has been written and has been decided together.

"Mas, who was brought by Mr. Jorge's the woman's secretary?"

"Geez,"

"Bule memnag beautiful and sexy well let alone London people seems to have no product failed," said I who was drying my hair because we had taken a shower and cleaned ourselves. We should not have come back because they invited Abhi mas to party at a club but Abhi refused.

"Why not go with them, he said he wanted to party."

"Lazy,"

"What are you lazy to like?"

"Don't like it, 'cause drinking is haram and mas don't like drinking,"

"When you have coffee?"

"Like it but I prefer to drink milk" he said, which made me salting.

"Su, what milk?" mas Abhi who helped me dry my hair wearing a smiling hairdryer.

"Well?"

Mas Abhi immediately took me to bed, we also combined love. Let's just say we're on a Honyemoon because it was delayed.

"Just the shampoo has been told to shampoo again" I cried.

"What's the matter, because yesterday at home you and mom couldn't touch you. Here you must surrender, "laughter mixed with lust.

What a happy night, a night in a moment of success because we got a big tender.

"I Love You.." Mas Abhi kissed my forehead then we were lulled into each other's dreamland.