Heaven on lara
Chapters 74. Adis's Attitude

Ghaida looked at her husband sitting with his second wife in front of the television. He was wrestling in the kitchen to make dinner for the whole house.

Ghaida also wants to feel what it's like to be spoiled and put together. But, he could only swallow the disappointment and feel the pain in his heart.

Ghaida felt that the world was playing tricks on her. Can Ghaida consider this world unfair? Why is his fate always like this? Ghaida wiped her tears and returned to the food that was ripe to be brought to the dining table.

"Mas Adis, may I ask for help? Please bring this food to the dinner table, will you? pinta Ghaida to her husband. Adis looked up at Ghaida. "Alright, I help," said Adis then approached Ghaida who was seen arranging the dishes.

"It's right, honey?" tanya Adis who made the heart of Ghaida instantly beat uncharacteristically and her hands that were busy arranging the dishes instantly stopped. "Huh?" asked Ghaida wrongly. "This one, who wants to be taken to the dinner table right?" repeat Adis with a sweet smile.

Ghaida blinked her eyes a few times. "I–iya, Mas, se–everything," replied Ghaida stuttered. Ghaida gave a quick glance at her husband who was now looking at her complete with a sweet smile. "Why?" ask Adis again which makes Ghaida more wrong behavior and scratch his nape that does not itch.

"Ng–no papa, Mas. I'm just another —"

"Stupid? Wonderful? Surprised? Or ... Salting?" tanya Adis smiled sweetly which actually made the heart of Ghaida more timid. "I'll take it there first, okay?" adis said later.

After Adis passed, Ghaida inhaled as much oxygen to relieve his nervousness. Whether exposed to what demons, or Adis out of where? His attitude turned sweet.

Not yet had Ghaida enjoyed her lethargic breath, Adis had come again with her sweet smile. Ghaida could only sculpt and instantly forgot what to do again.

Cup.

Ghaida's body froze as Adis' lip kiss landed perfectly on her forehead. Although only a glance, Ghaida very clearly remembered how it felt that the chewy object touched the surface of his skin. And to be honest, Ghaida misses the touch of her husband.

"Thank you, huh? You have been a good wife and always prepared all my needs," Adis said again until Ghaida was no longer able to speak.

Ghaida's feelings were getting jumbled between, surprised, happy, happy, and certainly ... Flowery.

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"Zoya?" call Zada who is now sitting on the edge of the bed while watching Zoya who is preparing clothes for Yasa's wedding tomorrow.

"Why, Mas?" zoya replied without turning her eyes to the closet that contained the number of clothes hanging. "It's tonight. You don't want to sleep?" zaky asked looking at his wife softly.

"A little while, Mom. I'm looking for a suitable veil for tomorrow" Zoya replied, ignoring her husband. Zaky snorted softly because Zoya did not understand the sign language she spoke.

Zaky got out of bed and walked over to Zoya. Zoya is in focus, until she does not realize that Zaky is already nearby. Clearly Zoya did not hear because Zaky was walking in a way to sneak.

Suddenly, Zoya felt a large hand coiling around her stomach followed by Zaky's face resting on her shoulder. Zoya was surprised, but chuckled for a moment as her body seemed to get the warmth given by her husband.

Her back felt warm and one side of her face could feel her husband's warm breath. "Mas, if you want to sleep, sleep first is not papa really," said Zoya trying to focus back on her work.

Zoya swallows her saliva while capturing the implied meaning of her husband. Zoya immediately turned around to look at Zaky's face, which was still handsome despite his age of three.

Zaky smiled smugly catching Zoya's wistful eyes. Without warning, Zaky pulled Zoya's waist to get closer to her body. His hand moved to get the sassy haircut out of place.

"You deliberately want to seduce me, huh? Kok wears this shirt" said Zaky, whose hand has now gone down and played a spaghetti knot on Zoya's shoulder. "If so, why? Don't like it?" ask Zoya gently.

Zaky chuckled and looked at his wife's pretty face. His fingers moved again framing Zoya's face to make the owner close his eyes. Slowly, Zaky brought her face closer to Zoya's lobe and bit her gently.

One de sa han managed to escape when Zoya felt warm, wet and tickling in her ear lobe. And the next movement, Zaky also began to kiss each side of the white and smooth face Zoya which of course remains beautiful because of the various treatments she does.

Zaky's kiss ended on the ripe lips and as sweet as Zoya's Cherry. She turns her mat there, leaving a damp trail until Zoya's lips look shiny exposed to the dim lights that light up the lights in her room.

Zoya opened her lips slightly to make it easier for Zaky to deepen her kiss. Zoya who was initially just passive now began to actively return the kiss and her head moved back and forth opposite to Zaky's head movement.

And somehow since when, Zaky has managed to strip off all the cloths attached to Zoya's body and her body. Only leaves a square-shaped covering cloth that covers the center of the body of both.

Zaky slightly retreated a few steps to give some distance. And for some reason, Zoya feels unacceptable when her husband's burly body moves away. Zaky ruffled his waist with eyes focused on the creation of God in front of him.

"Mas, I'm ashamed!" zoya's whine moves uncomfortably and then covers her senseive body parts. Zaky who did not accept immediately approached and brought Zoya's body to the bed.

With a roaring breath, Zaky overlaps Zoya's body but, not completely overstimulating. His lips again kissed his wife's lips deeper and hotter.

The cold night air equipped with AC seemed to have no effect, both bodies were full of sweat.

"Bismillahil 'aliyyil 'azhim. Allahummaj'alhu dzurriyyatan thayyibah in qaddarta an takhruja min shulbi. Allahumma jannibnis syaithana wa jannibis syaithana ma razaqtani."

After Zaky prays and is followed by Zoya, hers down there is trying to barge in to feel warm and concentrated at Zoya's. Without a long time, Zaky's belongings are fully embedded in Zoya's.

"Mr ...."

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

wkwkwk. I cut first yes..

not good for my plain brain🤭

kaburr🏃🏃