FORCED CHEATING
161OPEN FAST

GENGY

A dollop of beautiful face with a sweet smile dimmed to welcome Via in front of the living room door.

“Mas Mirza?” Via could hardly believe that the sturdy man standing right in front of her was her husband.

“Assalamualaikum, Darling.” Sapa Mirza immediately wanted to hug a beautiful creature in front of him that he had longed for so many full moon.

“Wait!” Via mudur one step. “You really are Mirza?” Via stared suspiciously.

“Iya. It's me, honey. When you forgot your own husband?” Mirza approached convincingly.

“Stop! Stand there!”

“Livia baby, you why the hell?” Mirza opened her sunglasses.

“You're not a creature, are you?”

Mirza chuckled at the expression of his wife who was more than just wary.

“I have enough reasons why not be sure if you are not Mas Mirza.” Continued Via while looking at the appearance of her husband from top to bottom assured that there is no inchun that escaped his sight. “First, my husband said he would jam the station around 7 p.m. Second, my husband didn't crack that thick as you, where his hair was long again. You must be the demon gondoruwo right?”

“Yes, Honey! Are you amnesiac with your own husband?” Mirza pulled her eel over. “You don't recognize my voice? And this ... sweet smile of your husband, just me who has.” Mirza showed me her cheek lens. “I did accidentally say nyampe at 7 and asked to be picked up, just make your relationship aja Darling. I want to surprise!” Mirza smiled broadly.

Via doesn't believe it. He was still standing where he stood.

“Oh, about this?” Mirza stroked his beard. “I also deliberately do not shave, so that you can be amused spoiled.” Mirza leaned closer to his wife.

The deg!

Via smelled a masculine aromatherapy that was so familiar to his nerve cells.

“You really are Mas Mirza my husband?” Overturning Via with teary eyes for a moment.

“Iya Darling, from earlier I also said so.”

Bruuk…!!

Via slammed into her husband's arms. “Huaaa….. Mas, I miss ..... kangen really .....!” Via spilled out the cry of his harp, his shoulders to the point of shaking.

Mirza stroked the long hair of her beautiful wife while smearing her head. “Mas is also very happy with you, Darling.”

“Mas evil! Why use me? I almost got to pick you up! Good thing we don't stray on the road, you're evil! less work!” Via lapping a small chest field of her husband.

Mirza untangled her embrace slowly, rubbing water or flowing profusely on the smooth cheeks of her beloved wife. “But you like it Dear surprise?”

“Like, but not with this beard of yours.” Via pulling her husband's beard.

“Aww... hurts, baby!”

“Shave! I don't like it too much. It does not make me ticklish even make me goosebumps.” Via pursed his lips.

“Iya, tomorrow I shave Darling. Now we enter yuk, many bad mosquitoes nih.” Mirza grabbed his wife's waist to take him in, not to miss groping the suitcase and closing the door.

“Besok very early in the morning we to the barber shop yes, Mas. Cut her hair too.” Say it when you get to the room.

“Hair don't dong, I again want gondrong, Darling”

She watched her husband for a moment. “Oke, but if I've already seen it later shave yes, Mas?”

Mirza smilingly approached his wife and landed a half wet half-dry kiss leaving Via wide in shock. (Ettdah.. kayak how the shape is yes kiss model so? 😆😆)

“Mas! Ih ...” Via pushed on her husband's chest. “Mandi first there.” Via cheeks blush red yellow green.

“Yess! means after the shower can ya kiss again?” Mirza started to roll out her pranks.

Via just smelled a smile.

“I assume it is.” Mirza pinched his wife's nose. “Abis kiss can ask for others too right?” As if not satisfied, Mirza continues to pray Via.

“Have a bath eat first, Mas.”

“I don't want to eat, I want just you Dear.” Said Mirza very close to the ears of Via makes the heart of Via fluttering unbecoming.

“Mas not tired huh? Just rest first ...” Sahut Via lirih did not dare to look at her two husbands who seemed to have been very hungry.

“The rest will be later on abis iftar.”

“B-open fasting?” Via so stammered so much with his deg-degan.

Jemari Mirza gently stroked his wife's face with eyes full of longing, the fingers now then down sweeping the neck and …

“Mas, I want to make a drink first yes.” Via stopped her husband's actions.

Mirza who understood the nervousness of his wife immediately commented smiling, he was increasingly anxious with his wife's behavior. “Oke, after that wait for Mas here yes. We'll go through a few rounds of games, prepare your stamina dear.” Mirza gnashing naughty. “Mas shower first.”

Blam it!

The bathroom door is closed.

Via held his chest and inhaled a lot of oxygen.

Oh my God, how is this? He said he'd go through a few rounds of play?

Via recalled her husband's previous return. They really fought all out until the state of the poranda bed was exactly like the new earthquake and tsunami. (That's curious, yuk kepoin in chapter 3 🤭🤭)

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Their battle in this chapter othor skip yes 😁😁😁️️️️

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Happiness was also felt by Rumi. Tonight Hanson visits Rumi's house and meets his father-in-law.

“Hanson Om, not Hansol.” Error Hanson.

“Yeah, that's my point.” Mr. Joni fixed his seat, because his spine began to feel pain. “What serious are you about my son?”

“Sanga seriously, Om. I want to propose to her officially and want to make her my wife.” Hanson replied.

Rumi who heard the speech of the male Caucasian beside him immediately felt blushed, before he thought Hanson would not be this serious when forcing Rumi to bring him to his papa.

“OK, then when will you marry her?” Challenge Mr. Joni.

“Kapanpun Rumi ready.” Hanson glanced at Rumi who had just looked down, unusual - usually he was so calm.

“Rumi, do you want to marry her?” Joni asked Rumi now.

Slowly Rumi raised her face, glancing at Hanson who looked very confident. “Heum, but I don't want to have children yet, Pah.” Chick Rumi.

“Rumi, Papa asks if you want to marry this Caucasian man, not ask when you want to have children!” Resolute Mr. Joni.

“I-iya Pah, Rumi wants but ..”

“Kalo do not need to use but. About the boy it's God's business!” Mr. Joni is anxious, he memorized right by the manner of his son who likes to turn around unbecoming. “Okay, if you get married tomorrow morning.” Disconnect Mr. Joni.

“Besok morning?” Rumi and Hanson are almost hanging out.

“Papa can't do it dong! I want to get married but not tomorrow morning! We have not prepared letters and other important documents, Hanson is not a WNI. What kind of marriage is impromptu tomorrow morning? I want a wedding and reception that is luxurious and lively, not a marriage contract that is just in the office of KUA!” Cerocos Rumi, owned by Hanson.

Mr. Joni chuckled at Rumi's reaction which he thought was very funny. “Casual dong, Papa just ngetes you guys!”

Rumi and Hanson let out a sigh of relief.

“But Hansol, are you Muslim?”

“Hanson Om, not Hansol.” Once again Hanson tongue-tied his future father-in-law who always seemed to slip when he said his name.

“Yes, Hansol ehh Hanson, are you a Muslim?” Repeated Mr. Joni.

“I Catholic.”

“Then please think again about the plan to propose my son, because I am not a believer of interfaith marriage.” Resolute Mr. Joni.

JLB!

The rumi heart that had been filled with flowers suddenly bloomed now the flowers withered and fell, his heart fell. He smelled the aromas of contradiction that his Papa launched.

“No problem Om, I will change religion.” Hanson's words instantly made the flower cluster in Rumi's heart like a spring back.

“Oh, not as bad as Ferguso.” Refute Mr. Joni. “ Do not think after changing religion, your proposal is finished. You have to learn it first, do not rush to move beliefs, let alone the reason just because a woman.”

“Papa, don't trouble Hanson.” Cut Rumi. “He can learn after becoming a convert.” Bela Rumi was so worried that Hanson would object to the terms of his papa.

“No no, Rumi. Learn first, then become a convert. Not a mulaf just learned. “

“What's the difference, pah? Papa is just looking for excuses! I want to elope with Hanson!” Threaten Rumi annoyed.

“Please, do you think you are not tired of eloping while running? After all, the predecessor will not want to be invited to marathon!”

“Papa I'm serious!” Shouted Rumi irritatedly.

“Rumi, don't shout in front of your parents!” It was unexpected that Hanson even warned Rumi's disrespectful behavior to his own Papa.

“I'm annoyed, Hanson! Do not do it, your problem is heavy! You must learn my religion first, then you can become a Muslim.”

“That too if he is able, then no wassalam.”

“I'm definitely capable, Om. I'm sure.” Hanson's firm.

Mr. Joni looked at the face of the bule man in front of him, the heart of Mr. Joni did capture the earnestness there. “But there is still one more condition before you officially apply for Rumi.”

“What is it, Om?” Hanson was curious.

“You must be circumcised.” Mr. Joni moved both of his fingers like he was cutting something.

“Dikhitan means?” Hanson's convinced.

“Ya.” Nod Mr. Joni.

“Oh, I already have Om.”

“Really?” Joni sir doesn't believe it.

“Yes, because my family understands circumcision is very important for health. So even though we're catholic, we've all been circumcised.”

“You didn't lie, did you?” Mr. Joni investigated.

“No, I'm not lying. I've really been circumcised. If you don't believe me ask Rumi, he's seen it. Isn't that right, Rumi?” Hanson looked at Rumi.

“What?” Both Pak Joni netra violently patterned. “You've seen, Rumi?” Mr. Joni was shocked beyond measure.

“Eh, eum .. ak-i…. “ Rumi stammered because confused to say what, it is also impossible that he was honest with his father if he had never seen the banana horn of the hanson.

Present, this bule somplak why plates really become people? Finish me!

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