Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Wanna Go HoneyMoon

The clothes we brought. Only the important and useful. The face continues to pout. Dio glanced but did not want to look closely.

"If you don't like it, mending we don't have to go!" dio said as he helped me pack things.

The words that were thrown from his mouth, were able to make this self pause for a moment. Then a sweet smile towards him, and it made Dio feel astonished.

"Heeeh, I don't know Dio. I actually don't want to, just I don't want mama's as good as her mouth nagging just because of rejecting me, you know for yourself 'do they how? Now we can only surrender to live it, anyway all will not harm you," I replied casually.

Satirize. Test it whether it is sensitive or not from the direction of the conversation.

"meaning?" The innocence of Dio's question.

"Iiich, don't pretend to be naive and don't know that" ketus bin Dongkol.

People, is it really still a leak? No, lured the talk does not understand. I want to teach, but I have never practiced either.

"Heem, ok this is beneficial for me. Still not satisfied with the answer?"

"So you're the one who thinks."

"Hhhh, yes I have. Thank you, baby!" dio stroked my cheek.

"Yes." Yeah."

"About Dio would be more happy what makes me hard, right there? Bener said papa, hopefully our relationship will be more familiar and okay. This is a very good man, and I can't possibly do evil that doesn't give its due," heartbroken as he stared fixedly at Dio's face, who continued to help tidy up our clothes.

The feeling still felt there was less, although the Dio still helped to do all the necessities as usual. But there is still less. I don't know, like I regret my decision. But all that must be done, because it is one of the obligations as a wife.

The hour hand continued to walk, which slowly took the afternoon, until now without feeling it was late afternoon, and of course we have been busy with activities to prepare ourselves, to immediately leave for the airport.

"You guys are fine there! Don't mess with your husband, Dilla. Even if we're not watching, we'll still know if you act. Watch out!" threatening Mom.

"Yes .. yes, Ma. Anyway everything is fine, as long as Dio doesn't fuss or act too," I replied casually.

Placed, my head was suddenly grabbed by Mama, who instantly stroked the sick part of the hand. He glared at her, with a dislike.

"Mama what the hell? Sick knows. The head is still valuable. If you can't think anymore, you're also the one who is difficult with the company there is no leader," I complained increasingly arrogant.

"Here ...here, kutupin. Let the pain go away."

"Finally mom sprained your mouth that. Already said to call Dio it by the name of Mas, still like brazen calling. Don't repeat 'lah, understand!" lang mama's.

"Yes .. yes. I'll call my husband Mas Dio, satisfied!" ketusku answered.

"Well, that's better. Look, your husband doesn't want you to get hurt in the least, so don't let down let alone act emotionally."

"Well, who's like that. This mom, by the way."

"Hadeh, don't you remember your behavior as the two guys who brengs*k it."

"Eghem .. hmm." Deheman.

The husband could only smile sweetly at my behavior, which he had been told to respectfully address. Surely Dio will soar happy, because there are charters who continue to defend.

"Have ... already, the spit departed. I'm afraid it'll be too late to get there. If it can be an hour or two before taking off your plane you should be there. A lot to do like check-in and weighing a suitcase."

"Yes dech, we want to say goodbye."

Dio's suitcase was pulled in the trunk of the car. The man always does anything alone, without asking for help from others. Good also the attitude that does not want to trouble others, but fear that if the lift is too heavy the nerve muscles can be pinched suddenly.

"Bye .. bye, Ma, Pa. Asslamualayikum!" pamitku kissed the hands of the backs of the two old men, who were accompanied by Dio from behind who was now following him farewell.

"Walaikumsalam, Bye .. bye also. Be careful of you," said Papa, releasing us to leave.

"Heeem," I replied.

"Take care of him, Dio. If you're naughty, just report it, let us follow you there!" Mom spoke again.

"Currently, then? What's wrong, follow the honeymoon."

"Well, you always make other people bother."

"Hadeh, Mama's always opening people's cards."

He always did not want to lose the debate. It's appropriate that Papa is more silent, maybe afraid that the continuity of refuting, surely the end will be quarrels in the household.

The hand kept going. No one will defend again, if Dio is finished off in a bed frame. You have to be able to prepare yourself early. Maybe you have to peek a lot and learn in online science, how not to be nervous about facing a battle that will happen for the first time. Maybe the first thing is to exert energy in order to compensate, do not get to the spot and be defeated by the leak.