Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 71 (Museum)
“Huwl! You feel cape?” zanjiil asked, for he was afraid that his wife was exhausted.
“Enggak.” Kissky replied while looking at the back of the Zanjiil field from behind.
“Thank God, because if you can't do it anymore, I intend to leave you,” Zanjiil teases Kissky.
Surprisingly, instead of being angry, Kissky smiled. It sucks! inner Kissky.
After traveling 7 minutes, the two arrived at the angkot base.
When Kissky was about to board the vehicle they were about to ride, Zanjiil stopped him.
“We'll take the car!”
“Not want to ride this?” Kissky pointed towards the angkot.
“I told Dimas to come, nah! That's it!” Zanjiil pointed towards the BWM car that was coming at them.
Plaque!
Kissky hits Zanjiil's shoulder. “If mr Dimas wants to come, what do we cape-cape the way for?!” peekot Kissky.
“I think you're happy, I did it for you!” zanjiil said while holding back a laugh.
“But my leg almost broke Rabbani!” Kissky scolded her husband who was too nosy.
“Not that I asked you? Are you tired or not? Your word is not, that's why I continue walking!” Zanjiil committed the blame on his wife.
“Good!” Kissky who lost the debate even poked her lips.
Citt...
The elegant luxury car stopped right in front of the two of them.
“Ayo ride! Don't get much drama anymore!” Zanjiil got into the car first, which was followed by Kissky.
After the couple had sat in the most comfortable position, Dimas drove a car splitting the highway tmyang densely will vehicle.
“Are we directly in between Dimas pack, or get off at station again?” ask Kissky.
“Just go, just got back on crete.” replied Zanjiil.
Zanjiil who always wanted to prank Kissky instead led his wife's head to sleep on his lap.
“So you don't want to sleep?” then quickly Zanjiil returned Kissky to his sitting position. “Let me alone!” without Zanjiil's permission to lay his head on Kissky's lap.
“Zanjil!!” Kissky pushes her husband's large head from his thigh, but Zanjiil instead hugs Kissky's two calves.
“Detach... embarrassment at see Mr. Dimas..” whispered Kissky.
“Take it easy, Mr. Dimas must understand, I was once a mosquito repellent for him!” Zanjiil.
Dimas also smiled shyly, because he had been on a date by Zanjiil who was in 1st grade Junior High.
“Really?” Kissky did not think, if her arrogant husband wanted to be kind to Dimas who was just a driver.
“Mistress, me and young master are like friends.” It was Dimas who made Kissky wrinkle his forehead.
Unique as well, in terms of age they are like children and fathers, but can be solid yes, inner Kissky.
after traveling for 30 minutes, the two arrived at the museum's large door. Zanjiil rises from Kissky's lap.
“How many kilos heads anyway! Why so heavy!” kissky who felt sore on his thighs.
“maybe 10 kilo.” Zanjiil says.
“Yes God, absolutely!” Kissky shook his head. Because the husband always speaks every word.
“Make you the one I make sleep unwilling, now even moan, women a lot ya want!”
“Already, let's go down, debate continues that there we are running out of time!” both got out of the car.
Then Zanjiil said to Dimas, “Go on a date, me and Kissky will get back on the train before mom and dad go home.” Zanjiil said.
“Each young master!” after that Kissky and Zanjiil entered the museum.
Inside the museum there are many works of art from famous people on display.
Zanjiil, carrying his mini-camera, secretly shoots Kissky.
Czechoslovakia!
...Seriate......