Ballad First Wife
Reconstructions

Hi Readers

Because many are asking how Andre's life after divorce so the point of view of this story I change yes. POV author as a third person so can tell all the characters. If you stay first, you can't. So check it out

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In the morning Fira woke up late. Salman tried repeatedly to wake his wife, but Fira just squirmed and resumed his dream.

"Dear wake up donk! Dah mau adzan. Later will be his prayers." Salman patiently continued to try to wake Fira up.

It seems he was really exhausted. I'm sorry baby, the sore you're tired of taking care of the tasyakuran, the night I made even more tired.

Salman smiled as he recalled the events of the previous night.

Flashbacks

"Racid?" Salman approached Fira who was sitting while massaging his arms and legs alternately. Fira nodded. He was thoroughly exhausted in the service of the neighbors who came to fulfill their invitation.

"I didn't expect it, brother, that it would be so crowded. It's like marriage you know."

"Lha is not a wedding. Our wedding?" seloroh Salman's.

"Yes anyway. But the intention is to tasyakuran small-time, so even kayak kondangan. Where they brought many more gifts. I'm not feeling good, brother."

At first I wanted a big party. But you will definitely reject it. So this is all I can like

Salman is approaching Fira. He held his wife's shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you from the beginning. Actually, I want to hold a party to celebrate our wedding, but the time is tight so I just make an event like that. Sorry yes! What's important now is that our neighbors know that we're legal as husband and wife."

"So this was indeed Salman's plan from the beginning?" Fira looked up at her husband's face.

Salman nodded. Fira's brow.

"Yes. I want to give you something you can't forget even if it's simple." He rubbed Fira's shoulder.

"Thank you, brother." Fira again put on her sweetest smile while holding the hand of Salman who was still perched on her shoulder.

"Ryan's asleep?"

"Yes. Isya had already gone to sleep."

"Thank God" said Salman.

"Cock?" Fira was surprised because Salman gave thanks.

"Hehe." Salman just laughed. "We're resting too yuk!" Retracting Fira's body until the woman rose from her seat.

"Loof!" Fira stretched out her arms.

"Cie who has begun to dare spoiled." teased Salman.

"Bodos. Tired of knowing." Fira did not respond to her husband's banter. Immediately he draped both his hands to Salman's neck as the man raised his body. Salman chuckled again.

"Weight, brother?"

"No." Salman carried Fira to their room.

"What true?How heavy is his face." Fira looked at her husband's face.

"You have to."

"So I'm really heavy?!" Fira's voice was slightly raised. His face began to pout.

"No." Salman put Fira's body slowly onto the bed. He sat down beside Fira, watching his wife's pouting face

"Don't lie, if you don't keep saying why you know." Fira spoke while turning her lips while mimicking Salman's answer.

Salman laughed and pinched both of Fira's cheeks.

"That hurts!" Fira held Salman's hands together.

"Yes. Tau aja's. You know if I'm anything heavy anymore. Heavy to hold because it needs to be channeled. Let alone look at the lips of the kayaking monstrosity earlier. I want to bite you." Salman flicked Fira's forehead then got up and stepped into the bathroom.

Fira palpated Salman's former flick, her lips twitching a smile.

Basic pervert. Look at my lips just lust. Aah's work.

Fita then broke down her body and pretended to be deep.

"Honey. Clean up." said Salman while.dry his hair with a towel. He turned to the bed when his words had no response from Fira.

"Look off to sleep." Salman approaching. "Deeply sleep. Pity must be tired of him." murmured Salman while stroking Fira's face. "Basic recklessness. Sleep still with powder. Later if the spotty confused."

Fira who was pretending to be as sound as possible held back so as not to laugh mengmengmeng mumbaman Salman.

Salman got up and headed to Fira's dressing table. He saw Fira's facial treatment, read it and took what he thought Fira used to clean her face at night. Salman sat down next to Fira.

Uh what's he gonna do?

"Which one was used?" mumbled Salman while re-reading the usage instructions on the beauty tool.

It seems like he's cleaning my face. Okay sis. Please.Tonight I will enjoy the facials of Brother Salman

Salman opened the cleansing milk and took out its contents and put it on Fira's face.

A lot of cleaning. Could be finished donk.

"Keep on it?" Salman again read the instructions. " Split all over the face while massaging slowly. Mm slowly yes."

Very slowly, Salman flattened the cleansing milk all over Fira's face.

It's not slow anymore but slow motion

Salman also did a massage. But the plan version of Salman who notes nice man, must be different from the female version plan.

This is not a slow massage. I've been torn tooyor my face.

"Keep using cotton. Cotton. Where's the cotton." Salman dyed looking for cotton. "And just for cleaning, so no cotton, just use the tissue." Salman grabbed the tisue that was on the nightstand. He took a few sheets and cleaned Fira's face very carefully and gently.

Very good my husband.

"Give toner. Put toner on the cotton and pat gently on the face. Cotton again. Just tisue." Salman then sprayed the toner on the tisue until it was wet and then tapped it on Fira's face.

If you wear a tissue that has toner to absorb the sister tissue. It's just nempel.

"Eh, how come it's stuck in the face anyway." With painstaking care and heart Salman cleaned the wet tisue flakes that stuck to and dirtyed Fira's face.

"Well clean" said Salman proudly. He looked down and kissed Fira. His wife's face was up close. Delayed cheek Fira.Salman tightened his jaw.

"You know baby, to me this is like a dream. In the past, I could only touch you in my imagination. Fira, I don't know why it's so hard for me to forget you. Even if I marry Elsa, you're the only one who fills my heart and mind so I can't carry out my duties without the help of drugs." Salman paused his words to sigh.

Using medicine. What does the drug mean?

Fira continues her acting. He wanted to hear more of Salman's outpouring of heart.

Meanwhile Salman still stroked Fira's cheek while looking at his wife's deep face. Now his hand moved slowly and with his thumb, he gently rubbed Fira's lips.

"But with you, I don't need to use any drugs. The desire for it arises at all times just by looking at you. You must think I'm too perverted, but how else. You're like opium to me." Salman kissed Fira's lips gently. Not just once, he repeated it and his kiss was now more demanding. Opened Fira's lips with thumbs and then fenced with. full of love and tenderness. He did not know if under, Fira's hand gripped the bed sheet.

Ah..how is this? Do I pura wake up. Or continue with my actions. Ck.intiatnya want to understand why it even so . Uh what will he do again.Why his hand keeps moving down.

Salman pulled down the zipper of Fira's gamais and inserted his hand inside. He rubbed gently and played the property of Fira who now belonged to him as well.

"You're sleeping what's fainting anyway? Cook me giniin don't wake up either. Didn't know her husband was tortured?" mishmash Salman.

She.dia.sucking it. Does he know that I'm pretending? Oh body.cooperate. Don't embarrass me.

Fira felt her passion start to rise because of Salman's touch and kiss. He wants to reply but he is embarrassed if he is caught pretending to sleep.

Salman continues with his activities. His hands began to run wild and touch whatever he wanted.

Don't be there.I'm not strong enough to survive if your hands play there.

Fira almost felt the peak of enjoyment because of Salman when suddenly the man stopped.

"Sorry baby, I'll finish it myself in the bathroom" he whispered and then he kissed Fira

If I let my husband do that when I can serve him, I will sin. My fear of his wrath is greater than shame. And again, I also do not want to stop in the middle of this road. Not good to know.

Salman was about to get up but Fira blocked his wrist.

"Don't do it yourself! There I am, brother." said Fira in a raucous voice.

"You're not sleeping?"

"Sorry."

"Have a pardon, you must accept your punishment!"

Flashback off

Salman smiled again.

Ahh.what is he pretending again. Can be added last night.

And Salman did a reconstruction of last night's events but this time Fira was really sound and not acting.

Fira felt she was dreaming of making out with Salman. But the longer he felt his dream was more real. Even during the unification, he felt like he was actually doing it. Finally Fira woke up and how shocked she was to see Salman racing over her.

"Sister.mm."

Salman's lips smothered Fira until the outgoing protest was forced back in. And the reconstruction of last night's events continues with plenary.

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Elsewhere at the same time and hour, Andre was arguing with Ami, his wife.

"Mas, can't you work on it?" ami whinek. Apparently he was asking Andre for money for his son's school fees in fact Andre's stepson.

Andre is riding his hair rough. He remembers, Fira never once whined to ask him for money.

"You're this. Fajr hasn't come yet, you've been fussing about money. This morning where should I find the money?" snapped Andre annoyed. He who was ready to go to the mosque, immediately left Ami.

"Can you borrow it to the people at the mosque later? It's a new student requirement. Must be paid off at the beginning or considered resigned. Today's the end." whine Ami again while following Andre's steps.

Andre ignored Ami's whining. He picked up the motorbike and rode it leaving Ami staring at his passing with a myriad of annoyance.

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