Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
The delayed desire.

The next day, the ghostly party that is said to be very well in the village of Bagyo was carried out smoothly.

The newlyweds who were not shy anymore showed their affection in front of many people became kings and queens a day by using traditional Sundanese clothing.

Beautiful Mentari, and the dashing Pram officer. Their marriage was a happy one. Both for the bride and groom or their parents who are very grateful their children have a companion in life.

Pram and Mentari share the feeling that is blooming in their minds to anyone who looks at them with a smile.

"Every day just in the room, chatting in the room, giggling. I was really happy, Pram met the woman of our family dreams. It is beautiful, pinter mengurus house anyway mah, I and Bagyo mas can already calm down now enjoy the old age." said Asih in front of the iron.

"But besan don't think about it that much, Mentari is not a housekeeper. Not He completely takes care of Pram." added Asih, afraid of the wrong server later.

Joko is just a mangosteen, wong she is also happy her son married the same son of a master. Moreover, Mentari has been free from Bhishma. That's the best of everything.

Joko fanned his face with a peci. During the day on the edge of the rice field, under the tent it feels hot how it is, let alone invited guests of the Bagyo family in tails. Come and go and almost the event is finished, two families bride and groom can sit around each other while chatting—except Bagyo, he is home, sleeping.

"I'm happy, besan. Nak Pram from the beginning came to the house is good, funny, if the Javanese say grapeyak. Same goes with the moody Mentari, anyway I'm happy Mentari there is a guard now." praise Joko honestly.

"Anyways, we're both happy, besan. But our children are happier, still grimace continues on the bridal stage. Must be Pram ngajak neng geulis weird,"

But mom likes it. Hihahi.

Bagyo nodded, today is so a good day for the best for everyone. No exception for Wartini who returned to meet his son. Rigor and Danang are better than being a son of Bhishma.

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Four days later, the Mentari family's entourage returned home safely. Now it's the newlyweds' turn to go back to Jakarta.

"Just once a month, Mommy will stop by your house, Pram. Or you who come here, look at me and my father! Watch out if you run away after getting an acre!" said Asih with a firm tone.

Pram tidied up her mother's veil that deviated to the left. He smiled and felt something warm in his chest as he watched his mother's twilight eyes.

"Casual, Mother. After all, the rice fields that my mother loved yesterday were still the children of the mother who took care of it, right?" ask Pram.

Asih cleared his throat, the look on his face that had been sad now became irritated to hear Pram say, "Ntar if the harvest is for-for-you, I just want the land, the result is up to the mother how."

Pram immediately hid behind Mentari when his mother was about to punch him.

"Truly still a careless mother. What do you keep working for, Pram?" exclaim Asih while menuber-uber Pram who continues to avoid his protests.

"Naon ceunah is like that, Mak. Want to print Aa mah. Enjoy the real housekeeping!" concluded Salsabila who saw tom and Jerry version of children and mothers chasing in the house. Even Mentari can only enjoy the messiness of her husband while she grinned herself.

Five minutes later. Pram is bored in front of Mentari.

"Darling, let's go home. I'm tired of being here. Mother grumbled constantly." he lamented.

Mentari should wipe the sweat on Pram's forehead that adorns Brad Pitt's masculine forehead. But she likes to see her husband sweaty and hot.

"The good old lady was the same mother, Aa." he suggested as he pulled the tissue sheet that Pram took himself off the table.

Mentari inevitably smiled while wiping the sweat on Pram's forehead while smiling. Perfect. The badung guy has met a balanced opponent. Opponents who can be invited to be exact after that day they start the daily life of the household in a semi-timber house.

"Darling..."

Pram immediately attached himself behind the ripe Mentari. The male's weight warmed up on the back of the girl who was stirring the opor sauce.

"Udah, Aa. This heat, the opor just boiled. You want to make me a bitch?" cibir Mentari while pushing back Pram with his hips.

Pram who “senggol” felt like he was electrocuted at the base of his thigh.

The sun turned around while pursing his lips.

"The first day I cooked, Aa was a bother anyway! How tomorrow-tomorrow, I can cancel tau cooking." scolding while stabbing Pram's chest with his index finger.

Pram grinned while inserting his hands into the crevices of Mentari's hands as he ruffled his waist. Pram smiled, meekly he kissed Mentari's lips while turning off the stove.

The man raised the tiny body of Mentari for him. So cute. Moreover, the girl even hugged him.

"You can't stand me!!!"

Pram climbed the stairs with an amused ringisan saw his wife's face that was rebellious but also blushing.

Pram laughs. "There is no reason to be bored, the stove is dead. And there's no fear, you're too smart to provide personal service for me baby!"

The sun that had her hands around Pram's neck swept his tongue over the chatty lips. Kiss Pram wholeheartedly with her soft lips. The man smiled without removing his lips until he arrived at the room.

Pram took down Mentari in a bed covered in dark brown sheets. Especially macho like the occupants of his room who are locking the room.

Pram took off his torn shorts while looking at Mentari with his seductive sexy smile.

"Whatever makes you happy makes me happy. And your happiness is only with me." said Pram as he pulled Mentari into a kiss full of love and delayed desire.

And again, the girl who had come into contact with her husband's hot skin was just blushing.

"Kiss my forehead, Aa." he whispered with a delicious sigh that strengthened in his body.

The man who was enjoying the tenderness of the little one puffed up. He smiled warmly and kissed his wife's forehead while removing the millions of doubts he had put off to urge Mentari.

"Aeah,"

Mentari rubbed Pram's jaw, returning her husband's kiss even harder. Pram who burned passion pushed his luck faster. Mentari whimpered while clutching her husband's back. Even so the two smiled in pain and heat while continuing to enjoy the desire the longer, the more wild. Both are immersed in pleasure, killing time in romance that becomes their opium after the spice.

Mentari reaches the top while hitting Pram's back. But the man only grimaced and continued to urge deeper, achieving satisfaction after many times making his wife lose her breath.

"I love you, Mentari Saputri. I love you."

Pram flopped next to his wife after warming his uterus with his super seed.

Justjust wonderful. New sport. Dryness. Steadily.

Pram gasps while rubbing the moist hair of Mentari.

"Thank you, sweet?"

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To be continue and happy reading.

not an adult novel, so not hot. 😂️