Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Foot Pain at Night Party
Evening has been crawling faster, which seems to be enthusiastic to welcome our happiness. Unceasingly we laughed at each other, as we held hands entering a room that was crowded with people welcoming us. Applause was so boisterous, it has welcomed our presence which slowly goes hand in hand.
The head kept nodding his head, to greet the guests who were happy to welcome us.
Many families and relatives are excited to celebrate. Do not participate in decorating the room, quite made shocked also when knowing it. Very luxurious and elegant impressed. Descendants of rich people, if you want to see a happy child it is not responsibility to take out a budget in a bag. Actually there is a shame too, when our family does not spend a penny. Orantua Dilla sincerely did this, so there will be no calculations someday.
"Congratulations ..congratulations!" say everyone who is shaking hands with us.
"Yes .. yes. Thank you .. thank you," we answered compactly.
No more crying. Everyone seems happy. All the votes from the top. There is little I know, for the man who calls papa has now introduced.
Event after event was finished we run, with a bunch of welcome and party events. It feels like the feet have been sore standing, which is no exception to look Dilla who was while many times stomping her feet on the floor of ceramic tiles.
"Why, is there something wrong under that?" I squatted when I opened the dress to look at the soles of her feet.
"I'm not pa-pa, Dio. It's just that the feet are so sore. The fingers feel sore, maybe the old effect of wearing higheels so now a little blisters this leg" he replied.
"Here, let me help!" Deftly the hands want to release the higheels.
"Eeeiiit, but Dio. People will see you later, embarrassed. Cook must be nyeker!" lamented Dilla.
"Of course you are ashamed, if your feet come to these abrasions," answered me, who now managed to remove the higheels.
"Well if this is 'safe, '" said I who have seen Dilla's feet really nyker in ceramic tiles.
"Heeeeh, yes."
"You're here first, I'll get you some medicine," I told Dilla to sit in the sewer seat.
The legs have run as fast as possible to immediately take topical medication for the feet. Fortunately, the party was held close to the main residence in-laws.
"Heeeh .. heeeh?" My voice is gnawing because it has run as fast as it goes back and forth from building to house.
The body was a little messy, but with a stop I immediately restored it, which was now running as usual, so that the guests would not look at me and laugh at me. With a little hasty step, now I approached Dilla who was chatting fun with someone.
"This I've got," I said breaking the excitement they were talking about.
"Oh yes, dear. There's Joan here, come to our show" replied Dilla.
"Would you like to come here?" ketus.
"I have nothing, Dio. Just want to say congratulations to you, who have now officially become husband and wife. May you be happy and always lasting in building a household!" said Joan.
"Thank you for coming and saying," I answered but still respected him.
"Yes, Dio. You're welcome!" answer Joan.
"here! I treated the blisters," told me to pull Dilla's leg firmly, who was now sitting crouching on her leg.
"Well, you guys are so romantic! So jealous of this same single who has not sold," ledek Joan.
"If you don't want to be single then find a candidate there! Let me not be envious," I replied not looking at Joan, because only focus on applying medicine.
Endah why it feels there is a sense of annoyance to Joan, even though I'm the same Dilla has changed status is married, which they both have broken up.
"Slowly, Dio. Seeesssst .. about this!" lamented Dilla. Because he could not bear the pain, his hands were busy smearing medicine, while his mouth was busy blowing slowly so that the pain was gone