Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Not slippery, not doormat, but unsettling.

"Starting..," called Dara while knocking on the door of the newlyweds room. "Udah at seven, breakfast first cake, so the wife who diligently so, nyapu-nyapu first, nyuci clothes. In your room, aren't you the boss?" dara continued to knock on the door.

"Outside there are mothers and fathers, too, your in-laws."

Pram who just wrapped Mentari's body in his arms increasingly tightened his embrace.

Disturb very much boy. No wonder newlyweds need time. Sweet again too. More sleep adaptations. This, disturb me very much.

"Because from dawn we woke up. We better get out, not good with the others" said Mentari while turning his body. He faced Pram who was smiling warmly looking at him.

"Beauty, don't rush to get up." Pram lowered his head to kiss Mentari's forehead.

"I think my mother and father joined the group back to West Java, it turns out they are nongol again" said Pram while stroking the back of Mentari, "You do what they are."

The mentor smiled while shaking his head. Being in the arms of a man who had touched a little of his body last night felt very laughable.

"Then let's get out Aa let's know."

Pram slipped his hand behind a Mentari shirt, absorbing the warmth of his wife's back through his palm.

"Kiss first, Tar. Friendly ones, can be a little aggressive."

Mentari so chuckles unclear, then so not knowing despite how to the nature of her husband, she hides her face in the chest of her husband's field. Feel the comfortable warmth.

Pram so smile amused, there-there is.

"Kiss my chest too, Tar. It can be really. Later replaceiiiawww... I like the nyubit. Sick baby." Pram puffing Mentari's chin.

"Do you want me to pinch too?" tawar Pram while overlapping the two small legs of Mentari as if really do not want to separate.

Mentari pursed his lips, feeling a prisoner of the weathered bujang who needed to vent his desires after a missed time without strange.

"Checking continues, it was time to wake up already, the time to go to sleep is also already, the present is yes again." protested Mentari, feeling small in Pram's arms so warm and comfortable.

Pram touched Mentari's nose with his nose. The two pairs of eyes that pitted against each other the gaze made him fret because the girl returned her embrace as well as tightly.

"And the newlyweds, so be it, baby. Count acquaintances to be familiar." said Pram.

Mentari then closed his eyes, let Pram touch his lips, satisfy his instincts and the silence of the two humans who were hit by sudden desire made Dara wonder.

"Well, are you sleeping again?" he muttered while shaking his waist.

From the back, Asih who was impatiently waiting for her children to eat carica with her approached.

"Not awake?" ask Asih.

"So dawn-body already, Mak. In the bath said mother, if now most sleep again." Dara sniffed her shoulders.

Asih smiled amusedly, "Wake up again, Ra. Usually Pram hour sports this morning, not sure their mother sleep again Pram people are diligent son."

Pram squeezed Mentari's ass so anxious with his own mother's words.

I don't know what else is delicious.

Dara Manggut-manggut while knocking again the door of the room.

"Ommmm, look for mom. Hayu wake. Breakfast together, waiting. Hungry to wait for people to wake up, not consciously!" exclamation Dara.

Pram took off his kiss while lowering his hand from the suppleness of Mentari's breastplate.

"True what you said, Tar. A lot of distractions." Pram snorted, "Let's go out, we have breakfast first so they don't worry we're starving in the room, Tar."

Though there are the rest of yesterday's celebration that has not gone stale on the table. They have not eaten because they are engrossed in eating without chewing each other.

Pram grinned when his wife was still asleep while showing an expression of great responsibility.

"Wet huh?" he helped his wife sit down.

The mentari just smiled flatly. He grabbed a hairbrush on the table, because he was lazy he handed the comb to Pram.

"Please." he asked, tilting his body, turning his back to Pram.

Pram gladly assented, combing the black hair of Mentari while occasionally smearing the nape of his neck. Add amused, plus want to just continue alone in the room.

The mentari exhaled a moment later after Pram tidied his hair.

"Aa, don't say anything to them, yes, I'm ashamed" Mentari said slowly as Pram wore her trousers.

"Yes dear. But hold on, if you're a godain's mother."

The two then opened the door of the room, Asih and Dara were still waiting for the security guard.

"Morning, mom, Ra? How are you?" greet Pram in a joking tone. "Sorry for a long time, because I'm out of my way into a fantasy world, you know it's a real world full of resonance."

Mentari giggles while kissing the back of her in-laws hand.

"Morning, mom. Morning, Ra." said.

Asih immediately looked at the two, looking for early signs of the newlyweds romance. Niente.

Pram. "Well, look out for me if you rush to ask for a grandson! I'm with Mentari again want a honeymoon after the show at home."

"Yes." Yeah." Asih nodded when he just wanted to talk quickly in a movement to make grandchildren for mother so that they can be loved, in the east, eh already checked first.

"Yes, let's eat breakfast, I'm afraid that here there will continue to be hungry. I can't bear it until it happens." said Pram as he pushed Mentari slowly.

Dara giggled amusedly, after breakfast. Asih and Bagyo join the besi while Mentari and Pram return to the room.

Mentari dropped all her clothes from the closet, started to choose which one she wanted to bring and she left. While Pram, engrossed in sleeping while playing his phone.

"Aeah,"

"What?"

"On that one acre of land, Aa and Mum are serious?"

"Never joke about that, why?"

"So scared I'm in the tax man's car."

Pram giggling, genuine can-can think about this tax chick in the middle of the newlyweds atmosphere. Wanna be surprised, but this is Mentari. The girl who starts to show herself after failing perfect because of her.

"No need to think about it, baby. That's my business, your business is just being a good wife to me."

"Hmm... Is it not good what I am, Aa? From the beginning you bothered me, I've been really good at helping you."

"He'eh, believe you're good. Not slippery, anyway doormats how alias you are not easy to fall, but also not so troublesome and comfortable. That's why I like it because you're so unsettling, Tar."

The mentari sighed. Pram can state that with a feeling similar to carrying luxury sandals to the mosque during Friday. Afraid loss.

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