Berondong Keborangan My Wife
Meet Zahra

Samsul began to be aroused by the words of Mr. Dadang about a virgin who said delicious. His lust suddenly arose. Even his own did not feel stiff.

Cold sweat started to drip on his forehead. His heart was pounding, since taking strong medicine from the doctor. Samsul always wanted to make physical contact. But what is power. His wife Mila had already left from his side.

On whom he should vent his desires that day. His mind is getting more confused. A job on a table that's as big as it is, he just ignored it.

Samsul then stood up and stepped towards the glass window of his office. He began to do small sports in order to balance his passions.

Both of his hands were raised upwards then he set his breath to be stable. But still the bird stiffened. Samsulpun sat cross-legged while closing his eyes. But it was precisely the face of his wife who was making out with young people.

The deg!

At first glance Samsul remembered something. Perhaps this was how Mila felt when her passion arose while she was not by her side. Until Mila does beyond her senses. For the sake of venting her lust, Mila might not be able to control it. Until that great sin.

This is also what he is experiencing at the moment. Samsul's brain is getting hot, he must immediately vent his load immediately. But to whom. The more he avoids it the more his passion to immediately make love.

He should ask for Mr. Dadang's help immediately.

Samsul then took the phone in his bag, intending to contact Mr. Dadang.

"Hello Sir! Please meet me now! It's important!" Samsul direct phone connection closed.

Before long someone knocked on the door of his study. Samsul opened it.

"Here sir hurry!" Samsul pulled Mr. Dadang's hand rough and he quickly closed the door.

Mr. Dadang looked at the astonished face of Samsul.

"Sir, what's going on?" said Mr. Dadang shocked to see the look on Samsul's face that was applying makeup.

"Sir help me sir, look at this!" Samsul showed his bird to the already stiffened Pak Dagang.

Just now Mr. Dadang was shocked to see Samsul's goods.

"Well! What the hell is this, sir?" kecam Pak Dadang while retreating a few steps away from Samsul.

"But this Father! The doctor's medicine, sir. See effect. I can't stand it. I need someone sir to release my burden, I'm not strong sir," complained Samsul sweat has soaked all over his body.

"Wow, shrewd. Try the soap sir, let's go to the bathroom. I told you what, that guy lives alone. This is the consequence!"

"Well, how about soap sir?"

"Duh, this Father. Has the Father never been?"

"Oh sir, a very young time. But time here?"

"Oh my goodness sir. Go to the toilet."

Mr. Dadang bobbing his head to see the action of Samsul. At work there are problems faced by the innocent man. He thought Samsul called him on a job. Uh .. but what happened. The man asked him to find a solution that he thought was ridiculous.

Strong medicine from the doctor is powerful and the reaction is powerful enough to make people who consume it react quickly.

Samsul finally went to the toilet between Mr. Dadang.

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Zahra sat in silence while watching Poto plastered on the wall. Beautiful and beautiful face happily beside a mighty man.

At first glance Zahra imagined herself if she married later. With whom he will mate only God knows. It's just this time. He still thinks about his birth mother.

Still sitting sweet. Zahra then went to the bathroom to take the wudu to perform the dhuhur prayer.

But before her tiny feet stepped, a person knocked on her door.

Zahra thought maybe it was Samsul who came. Hurry up to open the door.

A young and handsome man stood at the door wearing a black leather jacket completed his appearance.

Zahra was so stunned to see the man's face that she stood looking at the young man.

Of course the young man was as surprised as Zahra. A beautiful young girl was in the residence of Samsul. Suspicion began to cloud him.

"Sorry, who are you, huh?" zahra finally opened the conversation.

"Oh. Me, I'm Deni. Is Om Samsul home?" asked Deni flutter from nervousness.

"Mr Samsul is not home, if you may know. There is a need for what dasnya come here, let me later convey," said Zahra while ceaselessly staring at the face of Deni so beautiful.

Same with Deni. From the moment he came, Deni did not give up his eyes on the sweet girl. Even his body felt stiff. Just this time he saw a beautiful young girl standing majestically before him. Making the heart of Deni dag dig dug at that time.

"sorry. If I may know. Who's this lady, huh?" deni asked curious about the existence of the young girl.

Zahra swallowed his saliva. Cold sweat started to drip on his forehead smoothly. Heard Deni's question. Zahra was confused as to what to say. He just met Samsul.

Nervous and tense mixed into one. Eventually, Zhara had to lie. That he was a distant brother of Samsul.

"Sa, I'm Mr. Samsul's brother," Zahra replied a little awkwardly.

"Oh. So this miss is brother Om Samsul?" reply Deni later.

"Yes, I'm his brother. If you can tell, who is it, huh? And what's needed to come here. Mr. Samsul is not home. We'd better come tomorrow morning."

"Oh. No, that's not what I meant. I don't want to meet Om Samsul. I have a little need. Om Samsul's wife told me to take something in this house. I'm just for a second. If permitted. Can I come in!"

"Wife of Samsul! Mean what? I don't understand," Zahra grew curious about the young man.

Same with Zahra. Deni bangtung must say what to the girl. There was no way Deni would tell her the truth. That he was the husband of Siri from Samsul's wife. Until finally Deni lied to Zahra. That he was the brother of Samsul's wife.

"I, I am the brother of Om Samsul's wife," replied Deni nervously.

Zahra also smiled sweetly at Deni while extending a hand.

"Zahras. My name is Zahra" Zahra blushed in embarrassment.

"Ehem! I'm Deni," Deni replied mendehem.

Zahra invited Deni in and gave Deni the freedom to enter Mila's room.

"Please ..this is the room" said Zahra, following Deni from behind.

Unhesitatingly. Deni went into the room and opened up Mila's closet. Something he was looking for wasn't there.

While Zahra continued to pay attention to Deni's movements that were like looking for something.

"What's the search for? Let me help you," Zahra bargained as she approached Deni, who appeared to be crouching in front of a closet looking for Mila's belongings. That is a pair of mukena and a new prayer mat that according to Mila is still new and still wrapped in plastic.

But that thing that was not in the closet made Deni confused.

"What's the search for? Let me help you" said Zahra.

"Oh. That is, it's a pair of mucenae and a new prayer mat still wrapped in plastic" Deni said.

"Ohh that. Mr. Samsul gave it to me. Where is Mr Samsul's wife? Why didn't he himself take it here, this was his home," Zahra replied keeping a sense of his curiosity from earlier. Why did Mr. Samsul's wife have to tell others to take something from her home.

"So you wear that mucus?" Deni said in a slightly loud tone, surprising Zahra who was standing behind him.

Of course Zahra was astonished to see Deni's attitude slightly snapping at him. Zahra's feet retreated a few steps in fear. Deni quickly grabbed his hand and immediately apologized.

"sorry. It's not that I said so, I, I'm just confused. Have to say what to Mila," Deni said with his hand still tightly holding Zahra's hand.

The two look at. Before Zahra finally opened her voice.

"I don't know anything about that mukena. It's not my fault. Mr. Samsul told me to wear the face" said Zahra with teary eyes.

"alright. Its alright. You don't have to be afraid, do you?" persuade Deni while releasing his grip that tightly holds Zahra's hand.

"alright. I'll go home first. Please forgive my rude words, ok."

Zahra nodded slowly while wiping her eyes that spilled on her smooth cheeks. Got a rough word Deni. At first glance he remembered his stepmother who always snapped at him and treated him badly.

Not long. Deni also said goodbye to Zahra while continuing to say sorry because the girl looked sad when Deni reprimanded her.