IN-LAW
Fondled

Reven was frenzied in his room, from yesterday there was no news of Aralia. Repeatedly looking at the phone hoping for a message or Aralia calling her.

"Well right," he said grabbing a jacket from the back of the chair, then draping his backpack to go to college.

Risk of being third.

"Let up, Grandma." Reven kissed the cheek of the woman reading the magazine in her wheelchair. The woman nodded her head down the glasses framing her net.

"Reven, when did you bring the girl home?" Ask Grandma Reven, before she steps away.

"Of course .., but for sure I'll take her, Grandma" Reven said, taking the woman's hand and kissing her.

The woman who was now sixty years old, stroked Reven's head gently. Having lost his son and grandson in the past this man was the only one who became his family. His only hope in life is to see Reven happy.

"Well, one more thing don't mess around at your college you have to be a successful person in order to make your loved one happy" the woman gave advice. Reven nodded confidently.

"Yes, Reven is leaving." - Reven, standing up and leaving the house.

The first thing Reven did on campus was to visit Aralia's class.

Reven saw Cayrol and his two friends joking around in the room, Reven approached to stop the three girls laughing. Looking for the figure of Aralia there, and at that moment also he felt disappointed because he did not find his lover.

"Hai .., I'm a friend of Aralia, my name is Reven maybe you've heard it from Ara," he told Aralia's three friends.

"Oh, so you're the one named Reven ...?" Cayrol said, handsome too ..., ah no! Her husband Ara is the most handsome. Cayrol's mind shakes his head.

"Why are you here?" Ilir asked raising both eyebrows.

"I-I want to see Ara, where is she?" Tanya Reven so did not see Aralia there. Reven scratched his own nape.

"Try a phone call." proposed Lea glanced at Ilir.

"Yes I tried to contact but—,"

"Aralia is sick, from yesterday." said Cayrol. Lea and Ilir looked at Cayrol not like the honesty of his friend.

"What's? Ara is sick, right?" Seeing the murderous gazes of his two friends Cayrol tries to defend himself.

Ilir and Lea clucked. They disagree with Cayrol who intends to keep Aralia, their friend.

Jesus, is Ara sick? Why did he not give news. Is the pain severe? Benak Reven's.

"If you may know, what pain does Ara have?" ask Reven, to Cayrol.

Cayrol sniffed her shoulders, "i don't know, yesterday her husband picked up Ara and Ara's bag and it hurt all of a sudden" Cayrol said.

"All right, thank you. I'll go back first." Reven turned around to leave the classroom.

"Wait!" Cayrol stopped Reven's steps, making the man turn his head.

"Ara already has a husband, you know that?" asked Cayrol, Ilir and Lea looked at each other feeling confused about this one friend.

Reven nodded, after weighing Cayrol's words. "yes, I know." she replied.

"You're a strange man." muttered Cayrol and in Reven's smile.

Reven walks in the classroom corridor, dilemma and doesn't know what to do. She remembers Aralia saying when they broke up after Reven found out about her status.

If I'm at home don't call, just send a message. I'll reply and if I don't have any news you don't need to call it means I have business and can't talk to you. That was their deal at the time.

"But it's ten o'clock, can't he tell you at all? Are you sick what Ara ...?" Reven spoke to himself, clenching his phone.

"What if I just call? Yes ... Her husband may be at work." Reven searches for Aralia's number on his phone and intends to call.

It is impossible for her husband to work, if Ara's real work must have given news. Ahrrr .. That's right! What did I say? Split the only way for us to be with Ara! Reven clasped his phone back, trying to calm his irritated self.

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"Home home, huh?" Ele opened the door for her son who had just arrived.

"Yes ma, work is quickly done so can work permit from home today. Oh, where's Bianca?" Varga loosened her tie while stepping inside.

Varga chuckles, "yes mama ..."

Varga headed to the dining room, opened the fridge and took the apples from there. Peeling it then cut it into eight pieces and put it on a small plate. Varga took him upstairs.

Aralia was shocked by the sound of the door opening, from earlier she just sat on the bed while reading a comic.

"Hey, how's Ra been?" Varga placed a small plate of fruit on the nightstand, and checked Aralia.

Ara clucked lazily, put down the comic and stretched out her hand. "This is Ara's phone" he said ignoring Varga's attention.

Varga took a deep breath. "I asked how you feel?"

"Add more dizziness, it's because of Varga nahan's cell phone Ara." Sahut Aralia displays a sour look.

"Reason." Varga walked over to the sofa, putting two cell phones on the table. "Eating the fruit, it's out of sleep brother wants to work do not brisik." he said while turning on his laptop.

Aralia came down from her place, approached Varga. Saw his phone on the table.

"Well?" asked Varga, swiftly taking the phone.

"Back I want to call a friend."

"No!"

"Sister!"

Varga raised her hand high, keeping it out of Aralia's reach. However, Aralia did not want to lose. He tried to grab it, pushing Varga's shoulder until the man fell asleep.

"Balikin sis." pinta Aralia no matter what happens now she's already overriding Varga.

Varga looked up with her hands still up and Aralia still trying to grab her phone. Aralia's body scent was smelled by her, the man lowered his head and accidentally touched Aralia's chest right on his face. Varga flinched, swallowing her salivary, feeling the fragrance of Aralia's body flowing in her blood. Desire arises.

Varga gives up, he no longer defends the object and once Aralia gets it Varga tries to sit down.

"It finally can be." Aralia's face twinkled, managed to get back her phone. He checked and breathed a sigh of relief. Reven didn't call her.

"Basan sucks." annoyed Aralia glanced at the man beside her who was quietly busying herself with the laptop.

"What pain do you have, Ra? Sleep there!" Varga pulled the phone back, though,

"Don't be upset!" Ketus Aralia, pinching Varga's arm, tried to keep her cell phone.

"Sakit, Ara!" Varga mengaduh.

"Racaine!" Aralia turned her lips around, and that made Varga even more crazy. Again the man swallowed his saliva, resisting his increasingly turbulent desires.

Aralia got up from her seat,

"Main the phone is here, Ra" Varga said, her voice deep and pupils dilated, seeing Aralia going to her bed. He might be crazy to see the girl in bed.

"No way." said Aralia continued her steps.

Varga tries to focus on the screen of his laptop, ignoring those who have built up from him by working.

But the turmoil seems hard to disappear. Varga turned to Aralia, who now sleeps on her back without a blanket, smiling and occasionally biting her lips while playing a cell phone. Not realizing that the movements he accidentally made had aroused someone's desire in the room.

Ah right ....

Varga approaches Aralia, takes the phone and throws it away. Pressing the girl under her body, kissing Aralia's lips aggressively. Inserting his tongue, stabbing it deep to touch Aralia's oral cavity. Moving his tongue in and out, teasing his partner. Although Aralia initially refused to finally melt too. Aralia slowly gave him access to touch her. Varga took off her kiss and smiled cunningly. Their passionate gazes met and demanded more from each other even though they did not speak to each other.

Varga kissed Aralia's lips gently, sucked her lower lip, gave a small, sexy and painless bite. Aralia sighed with a seductive look. Now Varga turned to the neck, giving a soft kiss there. Making Aralia comfortable and draping both hands on Varga's back, swiping up and down gave a burning sensation.

"Aahhh ..," sighed Aralia, her earlobe on Varga's suction.

"Ara dear ...," murmured Varga, now he kissed Aralia's lips hotter.

Tok, tok, tok ...

"Ga, mommy's saying yes."