CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
Finally

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The sound of knocking on the door made Bagas aware of his preoccupation with surfing in cyberspace. He immediately opened the door, the maid who had offered him food had disturbed him twice. And he had promised that if the centile servant came a third time, he would give a stern warning.

Bagas grabbed the doorknob and opened it and immediately rebuked someone in front of him.

"I told you I don't like French fries! bring watermelon!" bagas said while raising his hands in a repulsive style while his face was facing downwards.

"Mas Bagas..." The voice made Bagas raise his head immediately. He looked at the person in front of him with a look of disbelief.

"Become? why haven't you slept?" He asked nervously. If he had been able to confidently face Dara, but now, after their heart-to-heart confession, he had become misbehaved himself.

"Mas Bagas won't take me inside?" dara asked, embarrassed.

Bagas immediately pulled the girl's hand, brought her inside, locked the door and led Dara to the wall.

"Lo's no longer welcome, is it?" asked Bagas while looking at Dara so closely. Dara shakes.

"Mas, I. uh. I ... I want to do my job as your wife now." Dara bowed again. His voice sounded slightly trembling, Bagas knew his wife was nervous.

Bagas raised one eyebrow. He began to understand where this conversation was going. But, he wanted to buy time even though something down there had stiffened up perfectly.

"Which task, Ra?" fishing Bagas.

"Ehmmmm that's Mas."

"What is that?" tease Bagas again.

"Ehmmmmm that Mas wanted all this time." said Dara with a reddened face.

"Lo's not clear." Bagas increasingly aggressively teased Dara whose face was reddened.

"Mas Bagas, don't do it. I love to seduce people." Dara finally got upset.

"Gue would like to, but if you are forced, yes I can not" Bagas fishing rod again.

"I want to." Dara raised her face. He lowered his head again when he saw Bagas was already smiling so charmingly when their gaze met.

"So he said he didn't want to, not ready yet."

"I want Mas, but I can't Bagas promise one thing." Dara raised her face again.

"What?"

"Mas Bagas could not try to accept me, trying to ehmmm love me. Because, I don't want to get married more than once."

"Because, I've been trying to make love the same. You are the only one who is unconscious. Not sensitive." complained Bagas.

"Huh, what do you want?" dara's ferocious mode is out again. Bagas. Dara was finally upset and was about to step out but Bagas again stopped his steps by gently pulling Dara's hand.

"You, Ra." whispered Bagas gently. He immediately faced Dara again. Slowly fingers Bagas outstretched, open the glasses Dara and put it down. Then, he pulled his hair behind Dara's ear. Without Dara guessing, the man then kissed her forehead softly.

Dara's body felt electrocuted, he became a little surprised and felt strange.

Dara nodded.

So with a little bit of a sigh because soon Dara will lose something that he has been guarding for a long time, He strengthened himself, let Bagas lead also led him to the bed.

Although in a state of shame but Bagas can see his innocent wife is now starting to accept him. And since it was only once that got the still seal, Bagas started it very carefully.

But Bagas had stopped his activities because Dara who suddenly held his body while questioning the possibility of the object could enter because it looks extraordinary.

Bagas was almost upended to hear the innocence of his wife. Dara is a major what was the first time in school? did you not learn about the reproductive organs to become an oon like this? inner Bagas.

Bagas explained at length about the reproductive system he had learned from school first. Explaining something to the situation is hot like this makes Bagas must be patient for the sake of the implementation of noble rituals.

"Start again, Ra. Please do not ask the others first yes." said Bagas memelas make Dara finally nodded.

With all the reception, Bagas and Dara finally managed to go through a beautiful union for Dara which was the first experience for him.

Although he had felt pain, but after that Dara felt a different feeling even though something had been released from him.

The two looked at each other, Bagas laughed a little because he saw Dara who was still shy. His hands stretched out, rubbing his wife's hair which decomposed beautifully.

"Istirhat ya." said Bagas gently, his gaze warmed after they could understand each other's desires. Dar just nodded while adjusting his breathing which was still a little stingy. He looked at Dara again, then gave a kiss on the forehead as a lullaby for his wife.

"Thank you." whispered Bagas. Dara nodded, she immediately turned her back to Bagas. Bagas just smiled, he knew that Dara was embarrassed right now.

Bagas approached, he hugged Dara tightly from behind. Dara smiled, although annoying, the gondrong crocodile was able to make him float high with all the treatment earlier.

Dara turned her body back to face Bagas. Then timidly, he kissed Bagas' cheek gently. Bagas replied with a small laugh, then took out Dara's nose.

"Udah bucin lo same me." seductive Bagas who soon avenged the plotting by Dara.

"Nyebelin very much." Dara clucking.

"Ra, go to the office with your regular kayak shirt. Don't be as tight as the others."

"Why Mas? I'm not sure there's nothing I need to cover up anymore."

"I don't want you to be the imaginary material of another man, Ra." said Bagas seriously.

"Yes, I understand, Mom." Dara nodded then let Bagas hug her back.

Bagas let Dara sleep in his arms all night. He hasn't slept. Still at home looking at the face of Dara who fell asleep.

"Pretty gini, where sincerely I he was made into imaginary material of others." muttered Bagas then he pulled the blanket and closed his eyes.

Finally he can really bring himself and Dara together in the beauty they managed to knit tonight. As they unify tonight, there is a sense that is starting to bloom. Bagas did not want to rush to call it love, but he wanted to always be close to Dara. There was a sense of wanting to protect that was so explosive.

Bagas stretched out a finger, stroking back the top of Dara's fragrant head on her nose.

Then his gaze turned to the bolster pillow not far from them. And with a single kick, Bagas made a bolster cushion nearby so it bounced off. He laughed happily looking at his enemy on the bed that was always a barrier between him and Dara.

goodbye pillow bolster!!!