BET GIRL
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It was a quiet night for Elnara. He is now in a villa, a villa that offers an exotic impression with a view around it. 

Why is it considered a quiet night? She no longer has room with Cindy. The boy slept in another room.  

For two days they spent in the villa, the surrounding scenery was very cool, almost entirely presenting a green look. Is beautiful. 

In the morning, the air feels cold, even before noon, the air still feels cool until the hot coffee served only takes a few minutes to cool.

"I'm sleepy." Cindy stood up. 

Elnara, Emir and Cindy had dinner accompanied by candle lights and a beautiful table decoration.

Since getting a reprimand from the Emir, Cindy did not dare to be rude again to Elnara, but she remained sewot and ketus whenever talking to Elnara. Not to mention his cynical gaze, adding to his complete package of maladies.

"Pack up, we'll be home tomorrow. You can't take too long off from school" Emir told Cindy.

"Yes." Yeah." Cindy then walked away.

"Want to add rice?" ask Elnara.

Emir shakes. He finished his meal with a sip of juice.

"Is Cindy still being bad to you?" the Emir asked while taking the kurk and got up to stand aided by the object.

"If she's still being bad to me, do you care?" Elnara pura did not know about the Emir's defense the other day.

"You haven't answered me yet and have tried to question me."

Elnara laughed. "Cindy wasn't looking for me, but she was basically a sewer. So yes it's still cursory and sewot every time I deal with me. It's just that, these days it seems to be more attitude-preserving than ever. Usually he just keeps starting to look for trouble, but not anymore." Elnara followed the Emir stepping towards the room. The room is wide enough that the Emir needs extra energy to cover each room.

Elnara opened the room door for the Emir and closed it again.

"Near!" The Emir's voice shouted loudly.

"Who? Why is the Emir still outside?" Elnara was shocked when she looked back, she did not find the Emir. And the Emir's voice is still outside. He opened the door and grinned wide. She closed the door before her husband came in. As a result he opened and closed the door for himself, even though it was his intention to open the door for the Emir.

"Next look before you close the door! You almost hit my nose with the door" the Emir said as he stepped in.

"Sorry." Elnara grabbed the Emir's arm, helping the man to sit next to the mattress. 

But before the gallant body was sitting perfectly, elnara's legs were even stuck in the kurk and…

Bruk!

Elnara fell in the position of Pewe, hit the Emir's body which was forced to lie on the push of Elnara's chest.

It was like there was a fire that made the atmosphere become hot in a matter of seconds.  The breaths of the two swept over each other, they exchanged glances at a very close distance.  Emir is a normal man, just like a man with a desire.  

Somehow even Elnara just fell silent, nailing on the spot.  As if there was an invisible object restraining his body until he was still nailing when the Emir brought the face closer.  

This is the first time for Elnara to feel the warmth of romance in halal bondage.  The Emir is her husband, it is lawful for the husband to kiss her.

That night, the Emir tried to get Elnara by doing everything like a pair of halal activities, but Elnara really looked tense.

Elnara did not know what reason made her so clumsy, clumsy, stiff and nervous.  Is it because he has not wanted to be touched because he does not love the Emir, or is it because this is his first experience?

Although his heart was turbulent by the desire to refuse, but his physique could not show rejection because he understood how the law for women who reject husbands.

With her eyes closed, Elnara begged in her heart, asking God to give her any miracle.  Either there was a local storm lifting their room and moving it to the riverbank, or there was a sundel hole coming through the wall, or anything that could derail it.

As Elnara pleaded with her neat and ridiculous expectations hoping that the night's activities would fail, something happened.

Bar bar…

The door slingshot sounded very strong from the outside.

That's Cindy.

Yes.  Finally, Elnara's prayer was answered.  

“I open the door.”  Elnara tidied up her clothes.  Leaving the Emir with the skin of the face heated up, blushing pseudo.  Elnara was ashamed.  From the tail of his eyes, he caught the sight of the Emir who kept following him.

“Papaa!” just Cindy again.

“Shortly!”  Elnara answered while buttoning her clothes and tidying her hair with a palm stroke.  Then he opened the door. 

Cindy's expression instantly turned sullen as soon as she knew Elnara was opening the door.  He snorted and walked in.  “Pa, I'm afraid to sleep alone.  I want to be here too.”

Well, the boy asked to sleep together again.  Elnara.

“OK.  Sleep here.”  The Emir took the kurk and got up on his feet after seeing Cindy lying on the bed, ready to cover her body.

“Papa going to where?”

“Go.”  

“Go where?”

The Emir stepped towards the door.

“Why am I left behind?  I'm alone again dong.”

The emir did not answer.

“I'm coming with pa!” Cindy Whim.

“Already.  Just shut up right there.  Go sleep.  Tomorrow we're going home and I don't want you to have much reason to wake up.”

Cindy's not wrinkling, lying pretty on the bed.

Elnara followed the Emir out even though she did not know where her husband was going, at least she did have to accompany him wherever Meir went considering that her husband was still in a state of surveillance.

Along the way behind the Emir, Elnara's mind continued to drift on the scene a few minutes ago.  Ah, that one was so close.  Almost everything happened.  

“Why you?”

Elnara raised her face and looked at the Emir who was turning towards her.  “Why what?”

“You're red so like a boiled crab.”

“Ah, time?”  Elnara turned her face away, trying to hide that heated face from the Emir.  The shadow made him feel ashamed.

“We go outside for a while.”

Elnara nodded.  Don't want to ask too many questions.  His heart was in a fog because it was caught in a state of pseudo-red face.  Even though the Emir also did not know what caused Elnara's face to be reddened so, but why do you shame yourself so?

They entered the jewelry store after a car trip of about fifteen minutes from the villa.

“This is for you!”  The Emir chose a necklace.

Elnara gasps.  “That's expensive once.”

“Wear!”  The Emir directly attached to Elnara's neck without compromise.

The heart of Elnara flowers.  Gazing at the necklace that was looping around his neck through the reflection of the glass in front, he smiled happily.  

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