FORCED CHEATING
3 #AND LONGING TO PAY OFF

And ...

Tluing ... tluing .. tluing ... wing ...

Tluing ... tluing .. tluing .. wing wing ...

Mirza's string suddenly rang out loud from the top of the mattress. Just that contact made Mirza stop his intention and snatch the gadget that fussed on him. Mirza was a little upset, but silently Via breathed a sigh of relief.

Huuf! fortunately, Mas Mirza sounds, so it can still buy time.

This is not really new for Via. Every time Mirza came home from sailing and intended to shed all her pent-up desires, Via was awkward and embarrassed. Somehow it can be like that, is this also experienced by all the wives who have been left for a long time husband? But that is usually only at the beginning, then the next is smoothly jaya.

"Yes hello, Mom." Sapa Mirza remained calm even though again upset because the one who called was Miss Een.

"Za, mom's hand fan seems to be missing in your house. It's not in the house." Show Bu Een from across.

"Yes, Mirza Cariin will be, Mom."

"When you meet me."

what's? There was-there was Mom. Time is over again on gini tell nyariin hand fan? can start from zero again at SPBU.

"Za? You're not going to hear mom?" Call Bu Een to wake Mirza who is grumbling in the heart.

"Yes tomorrow Mirza Anterin, ma'am." Mirza replied in a rumored voice while glancing at the approaching Via.

"Tomorrow anyway? now dong!" The Bu Een protest. "Your mother is this angry. Where the fan in the store died again. I can't stand it, Za. It's so hot ..." The ramifications of Bu Een are becoming.

Same, Mom. I can't stand it either. Mirza sat down as her eyes could not be separated from Via who was now sitting next to her wanting to know what her husband and mother-in-law were talking about.

"It's late afternoon, Mom. Mom closed her shop. Tomorrow Mirza immediately install AC in the store huh?" Persuade Mirza.

"Are that what?"

"Yes, there's no mother. Mirza just got home, just met Via. Mirza wants to rest first while releasing the same miss Via. Mirza's going there tomorrow."

Nut ... nut .. nut ... nut ...

Connection interrupted. Ms. Een apparently just turned off her phone so unsuccessfully to disturb Mirza.

Ms. Een has never wholeheartedly accepted Via as her daughter-in-law. Even as Mirza and Via were close to each other before they got married.

According to Bu Een, Mirza can get women who are much more everything than Via. Though Via is also not from the bottom-down very. He is a scholar and comes from an educated family. Indeed, the rice fields owned by the Via family are not as large as the rice fields of Bu Een. Because the benchmark of wealth in the village is on average measured from the area of one's rice field.

But that's actually not the main reason Ms. Een. She is more jealous if Mirza the only child after marriage will ignore her. She has been a widow since her husband died ten years ago.

Via himself never stopped being nice and sweet to Bu Een even though his mother-in-law sometimes likes to say nothing. For him sincerely loving Bu Een like his own real mother will make Mirza happy and love him more.

"Kok dead?" Ask Via.

Mirza just shook her shoulder. Mirza disabled her phone and felt it was time to start over.

Via was still with his shy smile, and it made Mirza even more anxious.

The touch of Via's cheek gently tries to ignite the passion of Via whose heart is now back to speed. Moments like this feel almost the same as the first night for Via. Thrilling.

Mirza sloshed Via's body slowly. Their positions are facing each other. Their faces are very close. Ahh, Mirza looks more handsome and cleaner. It turns out that Via just realized it.

The masculine fragrance of Mirza smells real. Via closed his eyes as if resigned and unable to look at all the charisma of the face in front of him. Via has started to relax and enjoy touch for the touch of her husband. Just now Mirza was about to land her lips on his seductive wife's lips, suddenly ...

Tlolette .. tlolet .. tlolet.

Tlolette .. tlolet .. tlolet.

They both gasp.

Geez! Who else is it? Mirza is upset.

Via immediately got up to grab his phone.

"Riri, Mum." Said Via telling. "Video call him."

Via immediately tidied her hair and buttons over her open dress.

"Yes, Ri. What's up?" Sapa Via after sure her appearance is fine.

"Said Mas Mirza has come home, Ma'am?" Riri asked Via's sister with a happy face.

"Yes, just arrived earlier delivered Om Jaka."

"Oh. Tumben didn't take the train?"

"Said Om Jaka there's a need."

"Oh, that's it."

Riri kept talking. The third child of Bu Suharni is indeed more chatty than Via and Tia his first brother.

"Eh, where is Mas Mirzanya now, Ma'am? I'm gonna say it." Riri switched the phone screen on her mother who was sitting next to her.

"Hus! How do you bring Mom? Did you want to call?" The protest of Bu Suharni.

Via glanced at her masygul-looking husband. Via understood very well how the fire that had been burning now had to be dim again.

"Mas Mirza is sleeping, Ri. Sneaking trip from Jakarta has not had time to rest because it stopped by Mother's house first." Via had to lie.

"No, it's dead! Just disturb people for a rest." Omel Bu Suharni's.

"Want to play here, Mommy? I got some souvenirs, right?" Rajuk Riri's.

"Dapette. Everything is in part. Tomorrow it's the same time Mas Mirza went there."

"Ashiik. Yes!" Riri cheered happily.

Riri is the most spoiled. Although he graduated from High School but sometimes still likes childish.

"Yes already. Greetings to Mas Mirza, Ma'am. Don't forget to come here tomorrow while bringing a lot of souvenirs."

Click!

Riri ended the conversation. Mirza was relieved not to play. At reachnya body Via to fall back next to him.

"Wait a minute, Mom." Said Via.

"What else, baby? You didn't see me earlier ..."

"I used to matiin my phone." Via then presses the non-active mode of the phone.

Then without warning Mirza immediately launched the action. Mirza will not fail again this time. His movements are now more aggressive, maybe he is worried that something will bother him again.

Furthermore, they are both unable to stem again everything that is in each of them. "The "fight" was indeed very fierce. The bed that was neat is now morat marit. Bed linen is a blanket, blankets are bed linen. Pillows and bolsters are falling. Their bed really has been ravaged.

Then after paying off all the longings, they threw smiles at each other.

to be continued