Badboy My husband

Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 82 _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________BadboyB•


Aisha held her husband's head, who wanted to put a kiss back on his stomach.


"Udah uh, amused tau," said Aisha. "Sir Altar, quickly call my sister's friend," Aisha continued, singing her lips.


Altar picked up her phone and began sending messages to her four friends.


...Gc nistain Vier....


( "Come to my house now!" )


^^^( "Ngapain? Want to give a million dollars?") ~ Evan.^^^


^^^( "Well, what's wrong? There's a blonde widow?" ) ~ Vier.^^^


^^^( "Otw.") ~ Cakra.^^^


^^^( " Duain." ) ~ Kendra.^^^


The altar keeps his cell phone back, back up to bed in the lap of the wife who is playing mobile phone.


"Udah?" aisha asked the Altar, The Altar just nodded.


"It has to be good!" press Aisha, so as to make the Altar swallow her saliva, she never made any food at all, this is the first time.


"I am not shef Juna" replied the Altar.


"Continue?"


"Yes, obviously you can't!"


"It is possible, if you try, to find a tutor on YouTube can also," Aisha suggested, easily.


"Yes too, the sister of YouTube knows how to make a dedek," explained the Altar, making Aisha pinch the husband's arm.


"Arkkk," cried Altar in pain. "Yes, you're a lot of big brother!" chirps Altar.


Aisha just flicked her lips but for a few seconds, she looked sparkling and looked at her husband.


The altar began to be alert.


The altar raised its chin. "Why?" tanyakanya.


"Coret-Coret, sister's belly can?" aisha asked with her angry face to the husband.


The altar turned towards his stomach, and fell silent not answering the wife's question.


"No way, his stomach Ais scrawled? Brother want ilean's grandpa?" ask Aisha.


Altar. "But... Dear." The altar is so unwilling to let the stomach clean and the boxes in doodles.


Aisha started pursing her lips, her eyes started to glaze over.


"Are you really, really mean?" aisha asked trying to hold back her tears.


"Can, can be washed again brother Altar," replied Aisha.


"His dream is to eat squid satay, huh? Let's go down, they'll come." The altar tried to divert the conversation, she put a headscarf and veil on his wife and carried her out of the room.


Aisha just kept quiet, without saying anything, whether her current nature is like a two-year-old baby.


And sure enough, when he arrived below, the four friends of the Altar had already come. God is indeed a savior for the Altar that will be blasphemed by the wife.


"Well, chief why, Tar?" ask Kendra.


The altar shook its head, and so did Aisha.


Altar sat his wife on the couch. It is time he will show off to his friends that soon he will become a father.


First of all, the Altar hugged its four friends, the four confused humans were just sculpting, returning the Altar's embrace.


"Why the hell, you boss?" ask Vier, astonished.


"Well, have a drink?" Cakra asked, putting his hand on the boss' forehead.


The altar snorted in annoyance and brushed off Cakra's hand, he scowled his pocket, giving his four friends some money.


The four of them looked at each other but received the Altar's grant.


Aisha chuckles at the comrades of her four friends. Altar is also there-there is a dramatic event all.


"Chairman, did he sleep outside last night?" ask Kendra to Aisha. "Kok nih son, the more days, the more there is a difference," he continued.


Aisha even laughed out loud in her heart, looking at their silly behavior.


"Don't you think he's not the altar anymore? Rather than demit the front three intersection there," guess Evan.


They deposited the Altar-given money into their respective pockets and began to hold the Altar's body.


"Rukia Cak, rukia, it seems that in here there are noble jin sholeto and sholeto," exclaimed Kendra holding the head of the Altar.


Evan held his right hand, while Vier was left.


"Eh, I want it, how do'a rukia?" cakra asked suddenly, making his three friends pat the jidat.


"Wild, I'll!" timpal Evan's. "Allahumma baarik lanaa fiimaa rozaqtanaa wa qinaa 'adzaa bannaar." 


Crickets Cricks.


"That's really, do'a rukia?" ask Vier.


Evan shakes. "Gue if you eat, told to read it is the same, so I read deh do'a this so that the devil becomes hungry and out of the Altar body," explained the lekali.


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