Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 96 _________________________________Badboy•
"Oh, dear you if you eat splinter," said Altar, wiped his lips and kissed him briefly.
They were already at home so Aisha could freely open her veil because only her husband saw her, even her father-in-law was no longer home out of town.
"Sister, will you?" tawar Aisha held out a pinch of batagor towards her husband's mouth.
Altar. "That's spicy," reject the Altar.
Aisha put it in her mouth and chewed it, making the Altar chuckle.
Aisha blushes her lips towards her husband.
"Now?" ask Altar.
Aisha smiled and nodded. "And sister does not like spicy, if from the lips I would want to," replied Aisha ambiguous.
The altar immediately carried his wife's body while clenching the cherry lips.
Aisha pushed a little of her husband's face. "Sister, my batagor isn't over yet." Aisha manyun.
"Just continue eating, now it's your sister's turn to eat you" he whispered.
Aisha shakes. "Can't you Altar, you don't remember what Mama Karen said? Can't." The woman crossed her arms in front of her face.
Altar put his wife to bed. "Who can't say? Brother's been checking the internet that pregnant women can still relate."
"Jeek..."
Aisha pushed the body of the Altar and ran to the bathroom.
"Jeek.."
Alter snorted angrily and followed his wife with a glass of water.
"Jeek..."
The altar removed his wife's veil and massaged the woman's neck.
"Drink, first," the Altar.
Aisha stared at the Altar and returned nauseous, vomiting up the mening fluid along with her food.
"Get out!" pinta Aisha pointed at the door.
The altar scratched the nape of his neck feeling confused. "Darling..."
"out! I said come out Altar, I'm sick to see big sister's face," Aisha insisted on pushing her husband's body slowly.
"Babber gini, why would he vomit anyway!" grunts Altar.
Aisha stretched her legs to the floor, feeling annoyed with her husband. "Get out fast, Altar! Brother smells and sister's face makes Ais want to vomit," ketus Aisha pushed Altar's body while holding back her nausea.
The altar that was pushed only snorted in annoyance.
Want to go back to his wife, uh even closed the door.
The man hit the wall and sat on the sofa with his face bent.
"Ck, this is beyond the BBN perdiction," cried Altar furstasi while punching the wind.
He smelled his body but did not feel the smell, only the smell of his wife's perfume stuck.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest with his face bent while waiting for his wife who was in the bathroom.
A few minutes, the bathroom door opened making the Altar immediately approached his wife.
The altar that had held Aisha's hand, suddenly the woman dodged.
"You, what's the matter?" ask Aisha, was-was.
"You check on your situation."
"No need!" assertively Aisha, narrowing her nose. Aisha walked towards the bed. Take a pillow and blanket and walk back to her husband.
The altar smiled thinking unexpectedly, but it was a pity that his mind had to fall when his wife slapped the pillow and the blanket on him.
The Altar's smile faded. "This is what, dear? Want to try bobo on the floor?" ask the ambiguous Altar.
"So!" ketus Aisha's. "Sister sleep outside, on the couch, in the living room, or in another room. Whatever, as long as not here do not show the face of the sister who makes Aisha nauseous, let alone smell the body odor of the brother who smells of salted fish. Take a shower in another room!"
Aisha folded her hands in front of her chest, and looked the other way.
Wanting to feel, at that time also the Altar cried after being treated like this by his wife. What are pregnancy factors? But he thinks this is very beyond the solar system.
"Sister sorryin Ice, but sister's face ngeselin ples make ice nauseous!" emphatically. "Either, his grandpa did have the same good luck this time."
With a dull face, he walked towards the living room sofa.
"Why, huh?"
The altar glanced at its mother with its face bent. "Get out of the room" he answered.