Boss Come Here Please!
#Know Zico 1
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After eating, Asta decided to return to the room faster, leaving Arga and Zico still engrossed in a conversation about the game they were playing.
Asta deliberately left the two of them in order to get closer to each other, so that Arga knows Zico and Zico also like that.
The mouth fight between the 2 men was fierce, but somehow the atmosphere created was very different, as if they were a pair of brothers who had not met for a long time. Understandably Arga is an only child while Zico is the same.
"Hey, doraemon mustache. You can be quiet!" exclaims Arga, holding Zico's head.
Zico and Arga were both elbowed in the game. "What-what! Just tell me you want to give up!"
"Just son, it won't!"
Arga's phone rang, simphoni violin classic was heard in the corner of the room, visible on the phone screen the name 'My wife calls'
"Hallo darling. What's up?" asked Arga as if he did not want to be bothered with a fierce fight between himself and Zico.
"Come to sleep, it's nine o'clock at night, 'loh," Asta said.
"Yes in a moment, I'm shouting, same with your sister. Just a minute!" arga answered and closed the call.
Asta was very upset at Arga's words, he bit the tip of his lips, then he muttered inwardly.
"When I wanted to make Arga jealous, even I was made jealous. What the fuck!"
Asta decided to return to meet her husband who was busy playing with 19-year-old Zico.
Zico is a graduate of Vocational High School of Pharmacy and now he gets a scholarship to continue his medical studies in his city.
Asta walked quickly because he was upset he found the husband was laughing with Zico, his heart that had been angry since was now muffled by the harmony of the two of them.
He then chose to sit on the sofa close to them, even though Asta's presence was ignored, he still felt happy to see the harmony created between the two of them.
Until unknowingly the pregnant woman was powerless with drowsiness that began to wrestle her eyes, making her fall asleep on the sofa with a sitting position hugging a pillow.
Their game lasted until one night. "I'm no longer strong, clogs! I'll sleep first, yeah!" said Arga.
"Me too, I better rest and sleep."
Arga glanced at Asta who had fallen asleep at the end of the sofa not far from them. " When did your brother sleep there?" asked Arga in wonder, because he did not see the coming of the wife in their midst.
Zico answered by raising his shoulders as a sign that he also did not see Asta passing in their midst.
Arga approached Asta carrying a pregnant woman who looked exhausted, because Asta's weight had not increased significantly making Arga easily carry Asta without being overwhelmed in the slightest.
"Is he not heavy?" tanya Zico memamdang Arga who casually carrying Asta.
"No, his weight hasn't gone up yet."
"May I try to carry her?"
"Heh pororo clogs! You've been annoying for a long time, 'yeah?!" snapped Arga.
Zico chuckled at the emotion Arga had ignited, thus making him fiery.
"Sorry Bro! If I offend you," led Zico.
"Fuck your life!"
Arga walked through the stairs he stepped very carefully for fear that his heart was awake.
"Bro, where's my room? There are so many doors here, are these all rooms?" asked Zico astonished to see the line of brown doors.
"Yes, it's up to you to choose which one! It's all empty rooms" replied Arga, relaxing.
"You're not sane, are you?! Already know you two, why did you make this much room?"
Arga began to look forward to hearing the ramblings of the 19-year-old. He clenched his lips to silence himself not to answer Zico's words.
"I picked this room, huh?" added Zico, again. He chose two rooms adjacent to Arga and Asta's room.
" Yes, it's up to you."
Arga opened the room door, walked slowly and put the tiny body of the wife slowly. He gently stroked the hair of the woman he had married for a year, so that made Asta squirm because of the sensation of Arga touch.
Asta held the husband's wrist as Arga was about to leave.
"Emh ... Where are you going, honey?"
Arga turned his head and glanced towards the Wife.
"I took a shower for a second, huh? Very angry," answered Arga, wagging his collar.
With a heavy heart Asta released Arga.
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After bathing Arga was only wearing a komono of brown towels, her wet and somewhat messy hair made her even sexier. Yes, mature men who tease inner Asta. She never got tired of adoring her husband's own good looks. I don't know when they've been crazy about each other.
"I'll change clothes first, okay?" said Arga.
Asta nodded slowly answering Arga's sentence.
When finished, Arga wore a red nightgown in harmony with but only different shades. Wearing sleepwear makes Asta more want to be captured by the body of her husband.
"Dear, cold." Asta whining.
"No, I want to be hugged" Asta replied.
"My dear ten, here and here papa hugs, let it warm," Arga continued, thrusting his hand and into a thick slim and they hugged each other.
"It's warm, 'is it?"
"Hu'um." Asta closed his eyes to feel the sensation of the fragrance of soap that Arga had just used earlier.
While Arga stroked the pregnant woman's hair, long black hair that smelled fresh strawberry.
"I've always been in love with the scent of your hair, baby. It's like you're a walking berry." Arga inhales the strong scent of Asta's hair.
"Likes?" ask Asta.
"Yes" answered Arga briefly.
Arga's hands began to descend down towards Asta's back, he rubbed gently the body of the left part of his wife's.
"Are you tired?"
"Yes, slightly. My legs feel sore" Asta said.
"I'm here to massage your feet to make you tired."
Arga wakes up and starts pressing Asta times. Asta closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of massage given by a handsome man in front of him.
"Have you been massaging your ex-wife's feet?"
"Never, since Vienna used to rarely come home, I never indulged it at all."
"oh, so you sleep alone often?"
"Yes, I used to be very lonely because of that, but I always tried to be faithful" replied Arga, imagining the woman who was actually lazy he remembered.
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Nestapa's revolving star aura created the navel
For me, this is a terrible dilemma
Mouth locked heart screaming
The cold cry of conscience
Masamu my time our time
It is far below the same sky
Just being here without being able to have
Seeing your smile wail deep down
Ahh, only the loser cries
Writing an indescribable time
For you, a lover far across
By
@KenzikiKyozaki
(Kenkyo) Author of the Heavenly God Swordsman.
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Hello, a little confiding
I don't know why my view these two days plummeted, honestly I was down so much that the spirit of writing also fell apart. I really want to end up and move to another platform.
But I still love Arga and Asta so much that I don't want to finish them.
Thank you to those who are loyal to me
Support me, yes! I don't need a lot of Vote, just the likes and comments I need to raise my View.
Thanks
warm regards
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