Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 106 106•
The altar carries Aisha's body to the room.
"Darling," call the Altar. "Can?" tanyakanya.
Aisha wiped her tears and nodded slowly.
The altar rubbed Aisha's cheek gently. "I'm sorry, dear brother, love brother the opportunity to correct the mistake I made not like this. We must defend our marriage, please be with you" said the Altar above Aisha.
Aisha hugs the neck of the Altar. "Ais heart hurts, sis," he lamented sobbing.
"Sorry big brother, I'm indeed a bastard who plays hands with his wife, sorry. Brother admit brother wrong, but please don't stay brother alone give me a chance once? if I was to waste it brother would not forbid you to leave," explained Altar dropping her tears on the wife's cheek.
Aisha stroking cheek Altar. "Don't cry Altar, Ais doesn't like it," prevented her from embracing the fragile burly body.
"I love you so much, I promise I will always believe you, repeatedly say sorry for slandering my wife."
"I love you more, Altar" replied Aisha.
"We solve our family problems well, okay? Don't be like this you make your sister tormented" said Altar, kissing an inch of Aisha's face.
Aisha nodded.
"We promised at the wedding we'd be together all the time."
Aisha nodded back. "Ais remembers the Altar's sister," Aisha replied.
"So don't go livein' sister huh?" tanya Altar stroked Aisha's cheek again.
"Yes Altar, sorry, Iis may not be able to give sister Aisha," replied Aisha. "It won't leave you brother, but I beg you not to repeat again huh? Brother make Ais' heart hurt."
Altar nodded. "We repair our almost messy relationship, let's give back the fruits of our hearts that are taken by the creator."
Aisha again and again nodded and began to feel her husband's chest unbutton the altar.
The smiling altar held his wife's tiny hand and kissed her for a long time.
"Don't you love me," prevent the Altar. "We take the conditions first," continued Altar carrying Aisha to the bathroom.
Aisha held her hand around her husband's neck.
"Main on the bed, brother Altar."
"I don't know, but we take a shower first."
Aisha nodded. They also took a bath together and performed a new baby making ritual.
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"I love you" whispered the Altar in a hoarse voice.
"I love Altar more" replied Aisha. "Sir is wearing clothes" he asked.
"Pakein," seduce the Altar so get the pinch.
"Why? Yesterday it was you who took a bath and put on your clothes to change oruh."
Aisha shakes. "Don't want to," he refused.
"Yaudah love sister kiss first," Altar pinta, Aisha kissed the cheek of Altar at a glance making the man chuckle and release his embrace.
"Honey this brother's shirt is falling out," he showed his favorite clothes given by the wife on their wedding day.
Aisha turned her head and held her breath for a moment seeing the Altar wearing nothing on her body.
He stood up and opened the door to take the iron.
"I'll iron the other one, '" Aisha's pinta tried to look ordinary.
The altar approaching Aisha made the woman stubborn
"I don't want this one!"
"Yaudah, brother, use a towel first."
The altar shook its head instead at the edge of the bed.
Aisha threw the towel at her husband. "Wear the Altar!" his orders.
The altar cleared its throat and put on the towel while waiting for his wife to finish sipping her clothes.
After the Altar was ironed, he put on his clothes.
"We're into ponpes?" tanya Altar wears Aisha's veil.
Aisha nodded, she brushed aside the messy Altar hair.
"Udah, beautiful," praise the Altar lifting Aisha's body down from the bed.
"Masya-Allah" said Aisha took her bag and tailed behind her husband.
Altar breathed a sigh of relief that could persuade his wife. He will keep Aisha's chance, will not repeat the fatal mistake the second time.