I'm Waiting for Your Widow
The ngadem?

"Pak Dimas," Lala grew increasingly panicked as Dimas' hand began to trace the entire curve of her body, Lala feeling that it was starting to go wrong. And Lala turned scared.

Dimas was aware of the fear that Lala was experiencing, but he could not help himself anymore, "I promise not to be rude," said Dimas who was trying to convince Lala to stay calm.

"But Lala is afraid sir, it hurts." said Lala again.

"No, I'll do it slowly. Promise, it's called ngadem" said Dimas again.

"Master?"

"Cuman ngadem to be fresh, will not hurt."

"Promise yes sir" said Lala.

"Yes, we're married. Sin rejects the husband" said Dimas so as not to fail for this time as well.

Lala nodded, and closed her eyes as Dimas' lips drew closer to her. A second later Lala's lips were devoured by Dimas, Lala was silent because she was not good at it. After all, Lala had never done it with her ex-lover.

Dimas smiled when he saw Lala only received every touch he gave, slowly Dimas increasingly felt if everything could not stop just like that. Until in an instant all the threads on Lala's body were immediately released by Dimas, even until Lala's shirt buttons were damaged.

"Sir, the shirt's broken" Lala was upset.

"Later we buy a new one" Dimas said as he looked at his wife's smooth body.

Lala quickly pulls the blanket over her, but Dimas quickly throws it as far away as possible so Lala doesn't know what to cover her up with.

"Honey come on, don't be ashamed," said Dimas who is now getting wild even his hands are now squeezing both mounds belonging to Lala.

"Saturday....." Lala held back the sound that would come out of her mouth, even biting her nails. In order to withhold ****** that came out.

Over and over again Lala tried to cover up, but Dimas' hand quickly got rid of Lala's hand. Until finally Dimas completely and finally he arrived at the main part of the woman.

Lala tried to cover up, but Dimas again did the same.

"Sir Dimas was ashamed," said Lala again, "Sssstttt......" Lala squeezed Dimas' hair because this sensation was only her first taste by Lala, something that so excited her and washed away in real pleasure, this time was not as terrible as that night.

After Dimas felt Lala was calmer and receptive, Dimas slowly entered Lala.

"Srssttt...." Lala was still clutching the sheets, even though she was no longer holy but still felt a little pain.

Dimas began to move in rhythm with the desire that was getting hotter with so hot, cool air because the AC is now unable to neutralize the body temperature that began to sweat.

"Aa....Dimass..... Ssssttt..." lala groaned unconsciously.

Dimas was getting excited because the voice of Lala seemed to make her hotter and challenged, even the sound of bangs due to skin colliding so clearly heard.

Lala's cry grew more unbearable as Dimas grew wild, and also made her drift in the pleasures of the world's paradise. An hour passed, Lala was sprawled because it could no longer until Dimas finally got a very delicious release.

Immediately Dimas lay down beside Lala and looked at Lala's sleeping face, then Dimas took the blanket he had previously thrown on the floor. And enveloped his broken wife's body, while Dimas went straight into the bathroom to clean himself.

As he walked into Dimas' bathroom past the soap, he stared at the soap with a smile, "What I say, is now evident. You can no longer tempt me!" Dimas smiled and started flushing his body with the shower, Dimas lips continued to smile because now he was not single and even married.

After finishing cleaning his body, Dimas came out of the bathroom by wrapping a towel around his waist. Dimas's eyes immediately looked at Lala who had awoken, Dimas walked closer to Lala who was staring at him.

Lala widened her eyes because Dimas was getting closer to her, Lala who pulled the blanket until it covered her eyes. It's really embarrassing, what more when you remember what happened a while ago.

"Honey," called Dimas now close to Lala.

"Pak Dimas, there a long way," Lala replied from inside the blanket.

"Try repeating your call!" edict Dimas.

"Aa..much...far...." Lala is afraid later if Dimas gets angry or pulls the blanket, she quickly fixes her call.

"Yes, let's take a shower. Or.." had not had time to speak Dimas Lala was awake, and got off the bed. He wrapped a blanket around her and took her into the bathroom.

The krang!!!

The sound of the door being slammed, instead of Lala being angry but she was afraid that Dimas would come in. He panicked and quickly closed the door.

"Geez, it's adorable for my wife" said Dimas speaking to himself.

"Geez does everyone feel this," Lala murmured as she felt the cold water start to touch her skin, "Dari also felt this yes, did I ask her how not to get sick. Crazy bastard," said Lala again who realized her stupidity.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

Dimas felt that Lala had been in the bathroom long enough, and he was afraid that something bad might happen.

"Bent Mr. Dimas!!!" answer Lala.

"Are you okay?" ask Dimas.

Cleks.

Lala opened the door, and she just wrapped a towel around her body.

Dimas looked at Lala from head to toe.

"Are you flirting with me again?" asked Dimas with eyes misty of passion.

Lala's hand kept trying to cover her body, "Not Sir, but Lala doesn't have a change of clothes. It was a broken father" explained Lala.

"O.. I thought you were looking for a reward" said Dimas, "But you know, you're beautiful" Dimas added.

"Pak Dimas Lala wear what clothes?" ask Lala.

"No need to wear clothes!"

"Pak Dimas's...."

"Who are you calling?

"Aa Dimas."

Dimas smiled and he gave Lala his white shirt.

Dreet drett.

Lala, who was wearing Dimas' shirt, approached her bag because it was the sound of her phone.

While Dimas is confused since when Lala has a cell phone, because Lala should not have a cell phone. It felt like just this morning he gave his ATM to Lala and Lala never escaped his supervision.

"Hello sir Bimo," Lala replied half her call was connected.

And someone across the street started talking, asking about Lala.

Lala looked at Dimas who was looking at her sharply, "I've gone home Sir, Assalamualaikum," Lala said, ending the conversation, and the call was interrupted.

Dimas's feet slowly walked up to Lala, and stared at the cell phone Lala was holding, "When you have a cell phone, and why I don't know. Who knows your cell phone number and someone else?" asked Dimas impatiently.

"It's a cell phone in Bimo sir's favor, yesterday. Lala has refused but....."

Dimas quickly took his phone out of Lala's hand, and threw it through a window from the 20th floor. Maybe the phone is already scattered down there.

"Don't take things from anyone, I don't like it. Whatever you want I'll give you, you understand!" firm Dimas.

Lala did not dare to argue, she just nodded. Even asking Lala did not dare.

"Why silence?" ask Dimas, "Didn't you like the phone I threw away?"

"Hungry," Lala replied with a grieving face.

Dimas can no longer be angry, because he thought if Lala was upset because of the cellphone given by Mr. Bimo who he threw away.

"Kiss dong, promise deh abis that Aa order food," said Dimas pointing at his lips. It seems that Dimas has now forgotten his anger, just because of Lala's funny behavior.

Glug.

Lala did not expect that Dimas could now openly ask for it, until Lala's heart beat fast.

Because Lala was just silent, Dimas finally leaned back on Lala.