In 30ths.
37.
Al stepped inside his house, it looked dark because some of the lights had gone out, only the lights of his room were still on.
Al bathed in the outer madi room he did not want Dera to smell his sweat and also the stains from the dust and soil that stuck to his shirt.
When leaving, like an office worker Al wears a neat long shirt in maroon red complete with black tie striped red. Looks harmonious and charming in the eyes. Dera just to worry in case her husband will be in the lyrics of many women.
But in fact all that on the loose and changed just wearing a dull t-shirt and pants. Al only became a pelvic worker because looking for odd jobs on holidays was very difficult. If he used to be able to rely on being a spy for God's father and take time off from college, now Al can't.
God's father wanted his son-in-law to only focus on completing his semester. But Al also felt obliged to take full responsibility for all Dera's needs.
Al entered his room with wide steps and tiptoes only wearing a towel limited to the waist.
Hope Dera has slept well. Please Al a little bit of a fret.
"Where from?" Dera sternly questioned him straight away.
" Eh baby, haven't slept?" Al asked who was wrong and was caught sneaking in.
" No, where are you from?" Dera asked with her hands folded to her chest and her eyes glared sharply at Al.
"Work Sweetheart. Sorry, so many consumers forgot to tell." Al replied lying and hurriedly wanted to wear his clothes.
" Consumers what brought you home last night. And that?..."Dera's rant was stopped when his eyes saw Al's shoulder look bruised and blue also blisters on the surface of his skin.
" Ay, what's going on?" Dera grew suspicious and scanned Al's eyes to find a lie signal there.
Al didn't dare look Dera in the eyes of "I, didn't fight. Just work." Answer her nervously.
" What do you do, Ay? be honest with me." Desperate Dera.
Al walked out of the room and came back with his bag. " This is for you, dear." Al said without raising his lowered face.
" Here." Dera pulled Al's hand slowly towards the edge of the bed.
" Slow Baby. My hands are a little bit sore."Al complains that makes Dera immediately release his hand and turn the palm of Al.
Dera's tears just shed without warning when he saw Al's hand that also got some injuries
"This why?" Dera.
" Hey, don't cry I'm fine. It's just a work accident, baby. Just a scuff." Al smiled bitterly.
" What did you do, Ay, until your hand, your shoulder, like this?"Dera demands the honesty of Al with his crying isaka.
Dera sat beside Al and hugged Al's waist. " What was your story all day?" Whimper Dera with his miserable voice.
" I'm sorry, I lied this morning. I work as a pelvic worker in an orange garden." Honestly Al without daring to look Dera in the eye.
"Well, why did it go that way anyway? you can work at my dad's company or at my mall. Don't be too proud, darling." Persuade Dera with her sad eyes.
" Hem" Al smiled knots then kissed Dera's forehead.
" Dear, please cherish my desire to provide you with my sweat. I don't have an equivalent degree to join Dad's company. Also to work in your Mall, isn't that like a wife who pays a husband?" Al turned to ask in a soft tone so as to make Dera more tightly hug and cry on the chest of Al field.
" Look at this, I have savings. I want to talk to you about it. With this money I want to build an independent business. At least that way every day I can support you even if not much." Al said sincerely and then gave a book of accounts to Dera.
" This is what Ay?" Dera was still sobbing while holding back her cries.
Dera saw the nominal savings Al whose amount did not reach a quarter of the price of the ugliest dera car. One hundred Twenty-seven million rupiah.
" I'm only entitled to that 100 million darling. That's 10 million for mom, and the rest for us to eat." Al said it explained.
" Ay, you?" Dera was unable to speak anymore. Dera was crying happily, she felt lucky to have gotten a husband like Al. Where previously his former ex only used him for treasure. But now that she has a dead husband, Matian wants to support her with his hard work, even if it's not much.
" No crying, the beauty will fade. Look at your society's gone everywhere." Al teased his wife and wiped Dera's tears with his thumb.
Dera was silent for a moment, kept her husband's savings book and then suddenly he pounced on Al to lie on the bed and wrapped Al's body as if locking it.
" Let me spoil you tonight, dear." A wink at the end of the speech made the fur crouch Al bristled and something covered in a towel down there began to stir.
Al just nodded happily and showed his sweet smile with his hands already coiled around his wife's waist.
A small kiss on Al's neck, making Al even more excited. Creeping towards the chest of Al field makes Al squirm, rising to the lips, Dera mel***t with great and delicious taste.
Dera's lips kept tracing every centi of Al's skin back down until it stopped and centered on something upright down there but not justice.
Dera palpated gently, waking her husband's orgasm and sipping it gently slowly like enjoying an ice cream that began to melt.
Play it up and down until the owner shrieks with a soft sigh.
" Dear, can you start right away?" Al was impatient.
" Of course Ay." Reply Dera with his deadly smirk. The shahdu's mischievous gaze made Al's blood rustle violently.
" H....!" Desperate Dera when starting the action.
The sound of the squeaking of the bed's legs began to sound faint-suffled between the silence of the night. Releasing the desire they had channeled made both of them stop after reaching their climax.
Now both are lying on the bed. Dera was still on top of Al's body. Sharing warmth and pleasure.
" Exit how many times, dear?" Tanya Al who from the game felt that his wife was really passionate.
" Three, Eummm." Dera replied while recalling how much she took out that sticky liquid.
" Yuk again?" Pinta Al with a mischievous smile and swiped her pointed nose with Dera's nose.
" You're serious Ay? But I'm tired." Reject the dera that has presented the hot game.
CRUSCOS. . . . !
The typical sound of intestinal sounds that have been empty without anything to process.
" Eat first yuk, you haven't eaten in the morning, have you?" Ask Dera who then descends from the top of Al's body and heads to the bathroom to clean up the rest of their game.
" Okay, I ate this morning sweetheart." Al replied with pleasure because of the attentiveness of his wife who was worried about her mealtime.
Their sweet attitude and attention changed one hundred percent after they got married and made up. Dera becomes soft, sweet, and spoiled. Unlike before when he became his superior, Dera was a fierce figure and classified as sadistic.
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" Well, good, right?" Ask Dera who waits for a nod from Al or just a YES answer.
" It's so good, darling." Replied Al who continued to devour the rice and chicken nuggets that were in front of him.
" It's me who's fried." Dera said waiting
praise again even though the intention of cooking is just frying nuggets.
Although it's just a side dish with chicken nuggets and bottled sauce but Al doesn't mind it. Al knew very well how spoiled his wife was before marriage and now it has changed. Al really appreciated that. Warm conversation and occasionally accompanied by laughter as well as al's affectionate strokes to the wife make Dera's heart like filled by millions of butterflies tickling her.
Dera is so happy. But what about his two best friends?