Forced to Share a Bed
Take him

Zulfikar Saga Antesana

"I want to drink juice from your lips. From your mouth dear," my god.

Because she picked up the blender, seeing her raised skirt, my irritation evaporated immediately. I smile when I think back to what happened.

"W-what?" He was shocked to the maximum. His eyes blinked repeatedly.

"Quick do it baby, can't you do it? If I can't, what do I need to teach?" I approached to open the veil.

"What?" His face looks shocked.

"Let's go, baby dong" I urged.

He sighed, his cheeks blushing. His expression was nervous and clumsy.

"I-I can't sir. It's gonna be weird, '" she said.

"It's not weird, baby. To prove it, let's try it, "let me know.

I came closer to his face. This is the kind of woman I want. When she and I had a disagreement like that, I never thought, Hanin approached me and apologized first. In fact, he's not entirely wrong.

"I-I can't sir. Sorry, this time, it's okay, isn't it if I refuse?" said. He's shifting, away from me.

"Hmm, okay. I'm not serious, baby."

I drank his juice. It tastes good and does not use sugar. So, the sweetness is natural.

"What time do you leave?" ask him while cleaning up.

If it's in the kitchen, the lentic finger can't stay still. If not lap-lap, yes nyapu. Or a kitchen utensil that looks clean and fine.

"After Isha's prayer, dear," I answered.

"Oh, I want to cook first."

"Dear." I approached.

"No need to cook. Let's order yuk! Tania's mom has a duck shop. Today, the app is already on the app. How about we order?"

"Ehm, fine," he answered.

Me and Hanin then waited for the order in the living room. He read books, I watch the news.

"Honey, here dong sits." I patted the sofa near me.

"Well, he's obedient." Shift beside me.

"Sir, will there be Aksa sir as well?"

"none. My father happened to be out of town. I can just go home tomorrow. Why ask my papa? Is not his son with you?" godaku's.

After he got close. I put my head on his lap. Hanin was shocked, but he did not refuse.

"Yes, just ask, sir. It means nothing" he answered.

Then the order came. After the meal, we went back to the living room. Hanin ate it a little, so did I.

"Oiya sir, what kind of cake does Yuze like? What if I make it?"

He really wants to be a good son-in-law. His eyes sparkled when he asked that, as if hinting that by making a cake, my mother would melt.

"Darling, are you sure you want to make a cake for my mama?"

"Remain Sir. Very sure."

He looks excited. The more he was excited, the more my heart rippled. I was worried that his spirit and sincerity were not considered by my mother.

"Mama basically likes different types of cakes dear. But what he liked most was the fruit pudding. Mama tends to like dry cakes like chips, peyek, cystic and the like. Mama was also happy with the cake that was a striking color like rainbow cake," I explained.

"I-I can make all that, sir."

"Honey, no need, you want to do everything? Later tonight," reject me.

"I mean, I can make what you mentioned earlier. But for now, yes I'll make one of them, sir. Emm, I want to make two kinds. Sistics and fruit pudding. Besides, the ingredients are all there."

He caressed my head that was leaning on his lap while smiling. Might want to tell me to get out of his lap. I had to wake up. It's a good position.

Then I grabbed her lips before she made the cake. Honestly, from earlier, his lips seemed to tease me. It looks sweet like a pomegranate ready to eat.

"Mcf, emh ...."

He was shocked, but he didn't avoid me. I spontaneously closed my eyes. I took a sip of it full of tenderness, I played it slowly, I deepened it again and again until he looked slowly while gripping tightly to my shoulder. The sound is so beautiful. Seriously, it stirs my passion.

But ...he pushed my shoulder while shaking his head. I had to take off this pleasant tangle and melakan this with a heavy heart.

"I-I'm gonna make a cake."

He's up. Look nervous. The way to the room, not the kitchen.

"Wanna go to the room?" my many.

"Emm, ma-mau to the kitchen," he said. Reverse direction.

"Are you sure you're going to the kitchen? Isn't that the direction of the living room?" She's so adorable.

"Geez, I-I did go to the room. I want to change clothes" he said with blushing cheeks. Then ran to the room. It's so adorable for my wife on this one.

A few moments later, he came out of the room. Wearing her favorite negligee and veiling. Length of the negligee up to the eyes of the feet. Maybe I don't want to tease my eyes anymore.

"Darling, can I help you do something?"

"No need, sir. You just take a break," he replied.

Hanin smiled.

After Hanin passed into the kitchen, I laid myself down on the sofa. I smile. Sweet and soft lips Hanin feels still stuck in memory. If I follow lust, I want to bite his lips hard until it bleeds.

Because of a little fatigue, I did not feel my eyes closed. It was her intention to watch TV, but now, it was TV watching me. I'm asleep. I forgot about anything for a while and I don't know how long.

...🍒🍒🍒...

At 16:53 AM local time, I suddenly opened my eyes and woke up.

After squirming to stretch the muscles, I woke up. Go to the kitchen to see Hanin. I peeked at his figure from behind the skeptic partition that was between the kitchen and the dining room.

My heart ripples. Hanin looks very busy. The kitchen is a mess. Wheat flour, utensils for cooking lying irregular. The black Hanin hijab looks dirty with flour. At first glance, I also saw his face sweat.

He's cutting cystic dough. While at the dinner table, I saw Hanin had finished making a colorful fruit pudding with a beautiful shape.

Is that why he wanted to impress my mom? Geez Hanindiya, you made me overwhelmed.

My eyes glazed. I almost cried. But I tried to hold him.

"Darling, it doesn't take much. One jar is enough. Look, you're already looking tired, baby."

I approached, holding his shoulder. Geez, when viewed up close, her beautiful face was decorated with flour as well. There are flour on his nose, temples, and chin.

"A little more, sir. If it has been cut, stay fried, drained, finished deh," he said. Stay busy cutting to the point of not glancing at me.

"What if I help you? You're the fry, I'm the scissors," I bargained.

"Come," she gave me the scissors. When I try ....

"Geez sir, this is greatness. It will not be crunchy. Let me, "his protest.

"Geez baby, bigger is faster, right?"

"Sir, the results will not be good. If it's big, it'll be hard." He took the scissors out of my hand.

"If you know you like making cakes, I'll buy you cake molds too. The prints for cystic cakes are also there, right?" my many.

"There is. But manuals can do it, sir." Now, he's heating the oil.

"Darling, are you sure you want some dough scissors while frying?"

"Yes, Sir. While frying, can while scissors," he replied.

I sighed while looking at his face. Because the skin is white, when the heat becomes reddened.

"Darling, cut it out! Just bring the pudding. We'll just buy it at the cake shop."

"No sir, I'd like to keep making it. Mama Yuze, emm .. I mean your mom, probably prefers an impromptu cake over a cake from the store," she said.

"Hanin, you just called her mama, why be a mother again?"

"I-I'm ashamed sir. Bu Yuze conglomerate. I'm afraid he won't like me when I call you mama." Flipping the cystic in the pan that starts to turn yellow.

"Yes, I want to see you. Can I sit here?"

"Come, this is your apartment."

"Hanin, this is the apartment for you. The plan is, I also want to buy you a car."

"Car? Oh my goodness, no sir. Besides, I can't drive."

"Can't take the course, baby."

"No, no buying, no buying, no dot" he said.

"Hmm, okay." I finally shut up. Staring at him was a cystic fry. He looks skilled and deft.

"Sir, here's the pudding. I've separated for you." He still serves fruit pudding for me.

"Thank you, Hanin." I'm picking it.

"MashaaAllah, baby. It's so soft. Sweetness fits." I lift my thumb.

"Alhamdulillah, if delicious mah. Hopefully, I like it too, sir."

"Definitely love it baby. I'm sure." It's really delicious. Geez, he's so talented, I praise him in my heart.

I then helped her pack the cold cystic cake into the jar. This jar was originally clear and plain. However, Hanin adorned her to be beautiful. He made paper folds in the shape of roses and ribbons. Then coated plastic wrapping.

After the packaging was finished, Hanin looked at the jar with a smile. Again, my mind was touched and filled. Fear is back. I'm afraid my mom won't accept the gift.

"I'm glad my mom doesn't like it, it's okay. You can't be sad. Later, I eat it all. If I have to, I'll take it to the office."

"Emm, even if you don't like it, God willing I won't be sad, sir. I made this sincere, really. Expect nothing more than sympathy from my mother. I made this because I really like and respect my mother. I'm actually a fan of his secrets. Almost all business tips books by Bu Yuze have been read," he said.

Yes, my mother is an entrepreneur, entrepreneur, and author of books. The book you write is of course about business tips and his personal experience of building a business from ground zero.

"really? Mama must be happy to meet her fans."

"Sir, if I ask for his autograph, what can I do?"

"Hahaha, may you love. I'll help you later. Yes, twenty minutes from the Maghrib, how about we take a shower. Shower together" I said with a smile.

"Together? Ta-but just a shower, right?" While walking towards the room, he repeatedly looked at me. Maybe afraid of being scared.

"Yes, baby, I promise. Just a shower."

...~Tbc~...

...Come on yuk!...