Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] The Deal

Along the way Gandhi continued to clasp Chaca's fingers, occasionally kissing her. The two of them were drunk every day. There is never a word of boredom tucked in it.

Before long, they had arrived at Gandhi's old residence. It turned out that there were already two middle-aged men waiting on the terrace. The two went down and approached them immediately.

"Hello Mr. Burhan, nice to meet you. Sorry to wait so long" Gandhi shook his hands. Chaca just nodded with a smile looking at them. Replied with similar things.

"It's okay, Mom. We just got there a few minutes ago. Yes, let's check first. I still have business after this" Burhan said of the prospective home buyer.

Gandhi graciously led them into the house. They walked around for about thirty minutes. Then they talk about price.

Until finally, the final verdict. They signed a land and building sale letter made by Burhan's assistant, the submission of documents, also not to forget the land letter and building to return the name.

For an hour they talked. After reading the details of the contents of the letter one by one, the two put signatures together with the witnesses.

Burhan immediately issued a check worth the nominal listed on the sale letter.

"Thank you very much, sir. May you stay here" said Gandhi, shaking their hands.

"Together, Mas. This house is for my son. He wants to be independent, he said.

Gandhi nodded his head. They say goodbye after Gandhi gives up all the keys to the house. Gandhi and Chaca immediately rushed from the house.

"Honey, I just found a rental place to open a restaurant. The place is strategic and very cheap rent costs," Gandhi said when they got back into the car.

"Oh yeah? Where's where?" chaca asked her to look away at him.

"We go there first. Later if suitable, we just pay," said Gandhi began to gently caress the head of the wife.

"Okay, dear," said Chaca rounding her index and thumb fingers with a smile that always intoxicates the man beside her.

Gandhi started driving his car after grabbing Chaca's head with a kiss on her forehead.

When they arrived, they both got out of the car. Chaca was surprised, it turned out that the location was opposite the Majesty hotel where they worked first.

Gandhi clasped Chaca's waist, still clenched beside the car. He then took his wife into a building that would be transformed into a restaurant as they wished.

"Darling! It was near the hotel. Well we can meet up and hold the same tense," exclaimed Chaca tightened his embrace.

Gandhi smiled, nodding his head. They started to walk through that big place. Chaca immediately liked the selection of the place. Because of its strategic location, close to the hotel, its place is close to a park as well as a private campus in the city.

Both deliberated on designing the location to be comfortable in the activity, especially the convenience of customers later. Sometimes they argue if they disagree.

Chaca likes the modern, whereas Gandhi is basically rigid and less slang, often not as thoughtful. I prefer something that smells classic.

Suddenly Chaca ran out. Gandhi felt guilty, fearing that any words would accidentally hurt Chaca. He soon followed his wife.

"Darling, are you angry? Sorry," said Gandhi grabbing Chaca's arm.

"Who's angry, honey? I'm gonna grab a drink. Arguing with you makes me thirsty and hungry" Chaca licked her lips.

"Gosh, I'm so scared you're angry. I was afraid of accidentally hurting you. I'm sorry, honey," I'm Gandhi hugging his wife.

Chaca was overwhelmed by her husband's treatment. From then on, he was stubborn. He is always angry. But her husband apologized.

"Dear, I want to drink this" said Chaca patting her husband's back softly.

Gandhi let go of his embrace, he closed and locked the door. Then he approached Chaca who was drinking in the car.

"Kok closed, Mas?" chaca asked, handing over the remaining half of the bottle.

Gandhi sat down comfortably and received it, then sipped the drink to the toilet. He also felt thirsty.

"Udah afternoon, dear. We take a shower, we have dinner and we go on" Gandhi said, wiping his wife's sweat.

Chaca is just a ria ooh. Gandhi drove the car to his home. Before long they had arrived, because the distance to his house was not too far away.

Arriving at home, he hurried to enter the house. Because I want to clean up immediately. Gandhi followed her slowly, taking the stairs one by one to the room.

"Darling, take a shower together, yes" Gandhi's tease whispered in Chaca's ear preparing a change of clothes from the closet.

Gandhi took a few steps back. He leaned against the closet door watching Chaca deftly prepare a change of clothes for him as well. A moment later, the man laughed a grin.

Chaca has brought a towel to the bathroom. The sound of the bathroom door locked. Gandhi undid all his clothes in place with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He walked towards the bathroom, his fingers turning off the bathroom light switch that happened to be located outside.

"Let'soooooooo!" Chaca screamed very loudly.

"Mas Gandhi! Sweetheart! Husband, help!" the pecker's in there.

"Yes, Honey. Open the door" Gandhi said, holding back laughter.

He was ready at the door. His arm is still stuck on the wall right on the light switch. The door opens, Gandhi turns it on but his left foot restrains the door just in case it is closed again by Chaca.

"Mas, I'm scared" said Chaca hugging her husband.

Gandhi returned the embrace, and he began to enter the bathroom still hugging. Chaca, who was plain without a thread, immediately aroused Gandhi's passion.

"I'm here, honey," Gandhi said.

Chaca realized, she widened her eyes pushing her husband. "Mas! You intentionally?" furious Chaca.

"You seduced me" Gandhi said, holding Chaca's body against the wall.

He began to scoop on his wife's lips, a kiss that was getting wilder and demanding more. Chaca put her arm on her husband. Enjoyed every touch of the man.

"Don't make me cold, honey," exhorted Chaca with hunting breath as she let go of her kiss.

As the two lulled, Gandhi began to walk through every curve of Chaca's body until the union took place. The shower is able to dampen every whimper and sigh both.

An hour later, they did. End with a shower together. Gandhi gently helped rub his wife's back, which had already drooped limp from having climaxed several times.

After rinsing clean, he wrapped a towel on his favorite wife as well as his own towel.

"Thank you, darling" Gandhi kissed his wife on the forehead.

"Take a hold" said spoiled Chaca.

"It is with great pleasure that my queen" he said, then scooped his wife's tiny body out of the bathroom.

Then they changed clothes. As always, Gandhi would help Chaca dry her hair and comb her long hair.

"Darling, want to eat at home? What's outside?" bargain the finished Gandhi with combing it.

"At home anyway, Mas. Make a little fried rice. Later to close the furniture store," said Chaca.

Gandhi happily complied with his wife. The two immediately went down to the kitchen. Chaca asked to be taught how to make fried rice. Gandhi began to prepare his spices. Chaca took the rice from the rice cooker, not to forget he prepared also sausages, eggs, cabbage and cucumber from the refrigerator.

"Honey, why not in the blender only the roof so that it is flat," said Chaca merajang the supplement material.

"Not good, honey. More as deep as this," said Gandhi smooth the spices with his hands.

Once all the ingredients are ready, it is Chaca who is in charge of executing them. Well, even though everything's a mess. He was so eager to pry with a spatula, that many scattered.

"Slowly, darling," Gandhi, unable to bear to look at her, grabbed Chaca's hand and moved it slowly. One hand was coiled around Chaca's stomach.

They continued to cook it both, after it was felt enough Gandhi had just removed both arms. Turn off the stove and take the dishes.

Then Gandhi stepped on the dining table and sat himself in a chair. Chaca presents his work on a plate provided by Gandhi. Then take her to the dining table.

Before sitting down, Chaca hugged her husband. "Honey, thank you very much" he said, kissing both Gandhi's cheeks and lips.

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