ATIQA
Chapter 64: Back to Jakarta?

A week passed. Subroto accepted the fact that he would have a great-grandson.

Ardi will return to the capital tomorrow. On Subroto's orders, Ardi must complete his schooling. And Atiqah remains in Jogja.

"Finish your school. Let Atiqah be here. There is Eyang guard" Subroto told Ardi on the back porch facing the pool.

Atiqah is in the room, resting. Head's dizzy. His stomach he let out again after breakfast this morning.

"But Atiqah needs Ardi, Eyang. Atiqah must be sad" said Ardi, riled.

"Atiqah luwih nelongso meneh nek your crew to continue school. Arep dadi opo koe?" Subroto said with his hard. Atiqah would have been sadder if Ardi had not graduated from school. What do you want to be? a man's self-esteem is to work, to meet the needs of his family.

"Ardi is guaranteed to inherit the family company. So Ardi postponed his school until Atiqah gave birth" with the rest of Ardi said that to his grandfather. He was not daunted by Subroto's earlier words.

"That jerky! Penak is uripping you! Kabeh kuwi ono struggle, ono usahane. Education kuwi important, ben kammu iso wayke company. Ora mung ujug - ujug. Wes ojo ngglawan, ojo kokehan. Manut karo Eyang!"

(Crazy kid! It's so good your life! It has its struggles, its efforts. Education is important so that you can run the company. Not suddenly delicious. Don't fight, don't talk a lot. Obey the same Eyang!)

Subroto's emphatic remarks were able to silence Ardi who still wanted to debate. His face immediately turned grim.

Ardi just wants to postpone his school, he wants to accompany Atiqah who is pregnant. Moreover Ardi did not want Atiqah and Thunder to get too close.

Subroto's remarks cannot be contested. Afternoon flight tickets to Jakarta are already in the hands of Guntur. Just now his grandfather's assistant handed him over.

Ardi looked at the ticket in his hand. Sitting on the terrace of the pavilion, the rain fell not so hard. Then he rose up inside, saw Atiqah sitting on a plate on which there was a young mango complete with sambal rujak, while watching a romantic Hollywood movie.

"Yang .. tomorrow I'm back in Jakarta. You don't papa here there's no me?" asked Ardi while hugging Atiqah in the lounge room of the pavilion. Atiqah still holds the plate.

"How else do you want? you must pass High School. I'm fine" he's not the same as the look on his face. Atiqah crying.

"She's fine but why cry?" Ardi grabbed the plate in his lap and put it on the table, wiping the tears of Atiqah down on the cheek.

"No, I'm not crying. I'm fine" Atiqah rejected Ardi's hand.

"If you're sad, I'm sad too - cupping Atiqah's face and then tucking her - "Don't be sad, huh? I'll be here for the holidays" without Ardi's warning to pick up Atiqah, carry her into the room.

"Turunin .. I'm afraid. I'm heavy. Please Ardi downin" Atiqah was afraid of falling, hugging Ardi's neck tightly.

"You're getting thinner, not heavy at all" Ardi kicked the door shut.

"Why did you get into the room? I still want to eat mangoes" Atiqah looked at Ardi who was now overrunning him.

His face drew closer and whispered. "I want to eat you" licked the ear lobe. Atiqah. It was still raining and the afternoon was getting colder.

Ardi gave small kisses, took a sip of the neck and then unbuttoned the Atiqah shirt one by one. Atiqah opened her lips as Ardi continued to urge her to curl her tongue inside.

It felt really intoxicating, even though he had felt it many times. One week as Ardi's wife, she has been beaten by her husband every day, morning and night.

"So early in the morning, it should be late at night but why would the afternoon want more?" atiqah's shrill voice while looking at Ardi who was mumbling the top of his chest. Rubbing Ardi's hair.

"No papa, I want to. Later malem, I want again" said Ardi. Back playing two Atiqah bumps that fit in the hand.

"Enmmm ...." Atiqah closed her eyes, biting her lower lip.

Ardi slumped down into the stomach, peeling it while pulling the pants until they came off.

Ardi squinted his tongue down there. His eyes looked into my eyes Atiqah. His wife was squeezing two of his breasts. It was like flying.

His hand twitched, Ardi smiled with satisfaction at the sight of Atiqah twitching.

Ardi lowered Atiqah's legs and climbed up to the right in front of the face. "Kiss" asked his wife to put it in her mouth.

"Ahh .." a sense of warmth surrounds. His right hand rests on the head of the bed, while his left hand guides the head of the Atiqah to move.

Ardi also moves his lower body back and forth until it hits the base of Atiqah's throat.

"Enough Which. Now huh?" he said softly, wiping Atiqah's lips with his thumb. Atiqah.

Ardi sagged then positioned his who was ready to hit. Atiqah bit her lip again. The tiredness seemed to disappear. Atiqah goosebumps to see Ardi who is wiping the tip of his core body then raised one leg, put on his chest.

Ardi moved and moved immediately. His movements were quick and darting while squeezing one chest and then pulling its peak.

"Gr ..." Atiqah. It feels really amazing. Ardi was always tough as always. A young man aged 18 years, her husband had energy that he thought was beyond his expectations.

Ardi tightly hugged one leg of Atiqah which was on his chest. Then raise one more leg. Ardi kept moving.

"Back of Yang" Ardi told Atiqah to turn to his back.

Plakk.a hard slap on Atiqah's butt, squeezing it and then kissing and biting it.

Atiqah shrieks. Ardi hugged her while playing chest tops and sipped her neckline, making a reddish mark there.

"You always make me want to keep Yang" Ardi scooped Atiqah's lips while looking to the right.

"Do it!! don't torture me gini" Atiqah whined. It feels so wet down there.

Ardi grabbed the tissue on the nightstand, wiping the property of Atiqah. "Subduk Yang, I want it now" he ordered again at Atiqah. His wife immediately complied, bowing her body, widening her legs.

"God ... Yang. Emm ... hold That. More spit again" Atiqah raved. Ardi hit the buttocks that moved along to the rhythm.

"You're so sexy" Atiqah pulled her back against Ardi's chest as she continued to move back and forth.

The rain is still falling, the more it is. The sound of rain muffled the screams and sighs of the two couples who were struggling on the bed.

The sound of knocking on the pavilion door was not heard. Thunder went inside intending to ask what other food Atiqah wanted to eat. But the melodious voice of Atiqah and Ardi's lips sounded faintly in Thunder's ears.

Thunder stuck his ear to the door. It feels like this time he heard people making love. His heart was racing, his pants suddenly tight.

Thunder shook his head then rubbed his face roughly. He chose to go out to his own room.

"God ... Ardi, spit again. I want more"

"Yang .. You're so good"

The voices filled the eardrums and the thoughts of Thunder. He washed his face. Look at the mirror attached to the bathroom wall.

Thunder imagined the Atiqah. My face Atiqah and the sigh he heard earlier, able to raise something. Thunder chose to flutter his head, trying to dispel those dirty thoughts.

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