Don't Call My Name
S2-unboxing

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Umar looked at the girl who was smiling sweetly. He drew his lips closer to kiss Alma, then frowned.

Alma's heart rippled. The girl was flattered to be treated so gently by Umar after the length of their previous quarrel, to make the two separated from the bed.

Therefore, Alma also asked, “Abang like this is not because there is another want, right?”

“Your slander, Al,” replied Umar was somewhat disappointed because his sincerity was actually considered pretend.

But come to think of it, it is fitting that Alma thinks so. Because from yesterday he brought emotions only to his wife. What is in question is only a trivial matter. Ordinary things that really can be resolved well and do not need to silence it. Yeah, she's kind of a woman who's having PMS symptoms.

“Ya, who knows.” Alma threw the conjecture again. And if it is even basic. Alma did not care. Let him accept the consequences for himself.

“We started everything from scratch, huh? I promise I will not be angry anymore and will not be rude again with you.” Umar nodded, asking Alma to agree.

“Promise will not slam the door as well as kayak yesterday.”

“Iyaaa, don't believe very.”

“Review if omdo!”

“What is omdo?” Umar doesn't know.

“Omong doang.”

“Oh ...”

And this time Umar's invitation was welcomed by the girl. Making Umar's heart thunders more when Alma began to dare first to put his lips to his cheeks, his forehead, and the last to his lips. Full of feelings and love.

The clock kept turning. A few tens of minutes have passed. Both of them already remembered nothing more than finding their bodies that were both innocent.

I don't know who started it and who asked for it first. They are already dissolved in orgasm that has been so smoldering and longing for touch with each other.

When the time came for unification, Umar forgot that he married a woman who was still a girl. The man only realized when he was already immersed in such a crowded place, along with Alma's suffocating voice restrained.

“Slow-slow, Bang. It hurts, don't play prick,” ringis Alma. The corner of his eyes watering as a result of holding the pain that finally rubbed by Umar with his thumb.

“Sorry, Al. I forgot,” Umar chuckles. Requiring the man to stop for a moment and do what he can to disguise the pain that Alma feels. It was only after he had subsided that he resumed his duties until he arrived at the edge.

The man groped, groaned and stomped strongly after he managed to grab something he had to get. What had felt so crowded, now channeled already. Replaced into a relief that changed his mind to be calmer. thirst.

The seed has been watered. Wishing that what he planted would grow up to be good and beautiful children like his mother. Not like his father who was broken. Umar hoped that.

Umar kissed Alma's forehead and thanked him for giving the honor he had been guarding all this time. The man collapsed on the chest of the girl with a stinging breath.

“I love you, Al,” so he confessed before they fell asleep in a state of great joy.

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Alma smiled shyly at the time she had to come out with from the bathroom with her hair rolled up in a towel.

Umar who witnessed that was equally weak. He immediately imagined what he was doing last night.

“You don't have to go anywhere today. In my room,” said he understood Alma because last night, the girl repeatedly grimaced in pain.

Alma. He did not argue at all because his condition was still weak. And having fulfilled his duty, Alma lay down again.

Whether hit by a collision from anywhere, today Umar wholeheartedly serves him. Spoiling it by giving it whatever Alma asked for. Although each time should end up dirtying it again.

“Then this is when she healed, Bang,” ringis Alma but could not resist the invitation of her husband who is still very curious how sweet the taste of lovemaking.

Umar shows his peaceful finger, “I promise this last, later malem hgga. But in the change tomorrow.”

“Same as a lie.”

Umar also fulfilled his desire that day. Not because to pay off the promise, but because of the condition of Alma who suddenly had a fever. Shivered.

“What medicine do you usually take?” umar asked Alma, who he had rolled up with a thick blanket. It's like a lemper cake.

“Paracetamol aja,” replied Alma. But after repeatedly given, the heat in Alma's body does not go down.

Not only that, Umar also gave him young coconut water, but somehow the results remain nil. Alma's body still has a fever and it's getting worse.

Not wanting anything to happen to Alma, Umar took his wife immediately to the hospital. Doctors suggested that Alma be treated there until his condition improved.

Umar immediately contacted his mother when Alma had received a hospital room.

Until not how long, the woman also came following by carrying various kinds of goods that Umar entrusted.

Vita came alone because her husband was outside. While the others are the same. He said it was likely that they would also catch up with him soon.

“Makanya do not make a mistake, Umar,” said Vita advises her second child who knows, that this all happened because of his bad behavior. “You're worse. Can be scolded by Ummi if they know.”

“I know the consequences are like this, Ma,” Umar defended himself hoping those words could save him.

“All games have rules, pause for some time if the other one has been heard complaining. Don't even want to be on your own. Until Alma fever so.”

Umar just shut up. As if justifying all the words of her mother just now.

“Knowledge right, now. You are the same with your wife, Mar kumarrr!” One ear of Umar pulled a hard so that Umar's face was also red withstanding pain.

“Aaa! Mama's pain, sakiiit! Aw! Sakiiit, ugh sick, pain sick!”

“Rasain you let know the taste! Mama knows Alma can't do it so let Mama vicein!”

“Aww! Aww! Forgive me, my mercy!”

“No more mercy for you!”

Seriate.