HELLO, MY BOSS!
Story In Room

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The least awaited time arrived, when Lisa had to one more room with the Three Minutes who was none other than her own husband. Hiks, he wanted to bite Farhan to the point of screaming. For whatever reason Lisa was not willing. Farhan could have lost first. In fact, Lisa has endured pain for a long time during the process of entering the charred cassava. Because breaking into a virgin wicket is equivalent to the difficulty of finding a golden needle in a haystack. The turn had already made it in, he instead wanted to quickly leave from his throne. Lisa really wanted to kick Farhan's brash head down.

"Hallo Mr." Lisa nongol from behind the door while smiling witfully. Farhan was reading a thick book with a brown leather cover. There was nothing interesting in Lisa's eyes.

"Come in" Farhan commanded without looking at him. Still reading the strange book in his hand.

"But Tuan—" The girl looked doubtful. "Wouldn't we sleep separately tonight? I'm afraid Cilla's hating me even more" said the boy.

"Not many reasons. You can get up early before he wakes up. Do you want to leave your duties as a wife?" tukas Farhan with annoyance.

"Good, Master!"

Lisa nodded afterwards. It's certain that tonight's fate will end in a fucking bed scene like yesterday. Squeezing his fingers, he approached Farhan, looking at the man who was engrossed in reading books while leaning against a pile of pillows and bolsters.

"Turn off the light" Farhan ordered, putting his book on the nightstand. Lisa turned around as ordered, stepped gracefully towards the light switch and immediately turned it off. For a long time he walked like a snail, until the husband was angry to see his behavior.

"Are you waiting to be carried?"

"No, Master!" Lisa immediately ran, jumping on the bed until Farhan's body jolted slightly.

"I've arrived" the girl grinned like a laughing horse.

"Basic boy! Come here" said Farhan, smiling slightly. Unfortunately, only he can feel. Lisa could not see because the room was quite dark.

"Eh, why is this?" Lisa shames when Farhan lifts her body, then holds it in Farhan's lap.  They were facing each other like Lisa was a child worthy of a seat.

"I'm ashamed," said Lisa, looking down.

"I'm your husband" Farhan replied, as soon as the girl lost. Can only look down embarrassed in a dimly lit light of a sleeping lamp.

Ah, she must immediately make a reasonable excuse in order to foil tonight's event. He did not want to be tormented a second time. There is no other way but to thwart Farhan's evil intentions, because Lisa has not been that close to dare to tell the bed between the two of them.

"Sir, how about you tell me about your past before you meet your mother? We are husband and wife. It should be open to each other, right?" katah Lisa tries to distract Farhan from her body.

"May, but before that you should also tell me. How close are you to my group until he takes your side."

"Huhahah." Lisa chuckles. "Are you jealous?"

"News!" sergeant Farhan and make Lisa instantly creeps horror.

"Yes I told you," he said. The girl twisted her memories in the past. "I used to be tortured by my aunt when I was a child . and my mother was always a helper angel, a mother who used to run over my aunt and threatened to report her to the police."

In silence, Farhan clenched his emotional teeth. "Forward!"

"I've lived in my mother's house for a week. Jennie was so happy because of my presence. I can help her with PR. Until he got good grades. In fact, she was able to enter the IPA major at a top High School as well thanks to my help."

At this point Farhan began to understand, why such a foolish child could enter the IPA department and enter a favorite school. It turns out Lisa was the culprit.

"Forward!" farhan commands while bringing his face closer to Lisa's neck niche. The girl shivered for a moment. Trying to keep that fucking head off his neck. But Farhan's power was too strong. In the end Lisa relented and made Farhan act at will.

"I was almost adopted by my mother, but my aunt took me back. He did not want me to leave the house, because I was the son of his late sister. The truth is not like that. She needs my energy to be her maid .. because she knows I'm a submissive girl. Sometimes I like to fight." 

"Is that wound on your back a scar of your aunt's torment?" ask Farhan..

At once Farhan's brain warmed up. The man was angry. Her chest hurt hearing Lisa's answer.

"Do you want to avenge your family? I can make your aunt's child face ruined" Farhan replied with a fiery spirit.

"No, Master! I'm not a vindictive."

"But I'm vindictive, '" Farhan replied resentfully. 

Lisa stroked Farhan's chest up and down filled with indistinct emotions. Giving a gentle touch so that the man's anger decreased slightly.

"Oh, everything has passed. Better to be forgotten like it never happened. I also had a lot of luck. You can go to a top university, be your daughter-in-law, and marry a wealthy CEO. Isn't my life so good?" 

Afterward, Farhan followed the will of his wife even though he was not willing.

"Well, if that's what you want .. story again, I still want to listen to another story." Farhan flicked Lisa's pajamas until the buttons came off.

"Master!" lisa said in a protest tone.

"Inadvertently" Farhan replied lightly. The man began to launch his bastard actions.

"How do I want to tell a story? What if you were like this?" 

"Ello, just treat it like this. Why can't I?" He buried his face on top of his favorite thing.

Lisa squirming. Holding down the tickle that began to spread all over his body. Farhan could have likened himself to a child. 

Instead of telling a story, Lisa instead glanced at it with a little sigh of restraint.

"You like it?"

Lisa was embarrassed when Farhan did not know he was asking such a question. "Keep on telling me, I'll continue if you like." Farhan again buried his face deeply.

Yes, God! Please save my life tonight. Lisa screamed tragically in her heart. How many minutes this time? one, two, or maybe thirty seconds?

"Sir, can't I tell you this?" Lisa continues to squirm in a delicious flavor.

"Then don't tell me." The top cover of the girl had already been thrown to the floor by Farhan. Then, the man pulled Lisa's body even more tightly.

"cheated. I haven't listened to your story" the girl protested.

"Brewle! Tomorrow I'll tell her." The man pulled Lisa's head until their lips met each other. A little more shrewd than yesterday, Farhan's kiss was already quite felt. No teeth were stuck and accidentally hurt Lisa's lips.

Half an hour passed, that warm-up scene was enough for Farhan. Now it's time he meets the needs of his ragged cassava that has thrashed down there.

No need to ask what the results are like. Only able to last a little longer, the charred cassava was uprooted in a duration of three minutes and ten seconds. Where the landowner sighs resignedly while holding back the turbulent taste in his body.

Again, Lisa strengthened her heart. Do not equate Farhan with a novel character whose attitude and nature has been designed as perfectly as possible by the author to please the reader. The man lived a real life and breathed on top of the bentala. That's how Lisa strengthened her mind so as not to be emotional.

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Don't call Farhan the same as other mighty masters, let time answer all.

Don't be stingy giving me points, let me creji up.