Killing My Husband's Neighborhood
Caliph

After walking a few steps they found room number 94.

Then Jiya opened the door using a card-modeled room key that was the size of a KTP.

A tit! Jiya turned the door handle slowly.

Retek!

Kriee!!!

After the door opened wide Jiya entered first.

Seeing the brave Jiya of course Dilan does not want to lose.

He entered and closed the door of the room tightly.

Jiya who was also cold called the hotel by phone located next to the bed wall.

Hello, Please bring 2 hot sweet teas, fever medicine and also 2 chicken side dishes, all must be all hot, transfer to room number 94, must be fast because there are sick people here, thank you very much, 📞 Jiya.

Ready ma'am, 📞 hotel employees.

Seeing Jiya who was considerate of him Dilan's heart became touched.

He also becomes more and more affectionate to Jiya who does not talk much.

“Are you that worried about me?” Dilan stared warmly at Jiya who was on the edge of the bed.

“Of course, because I don't want you to die while with me.” replied Jiya who was so striking pierced Dilan's heart.

“Sadis really when talking.” Dilan pouted at Jiya.

“I'm talking about the reality of Dilan, besides you are sick, so don't have to think about anything.” then Jiya took the clothes provided by the hotel in a mini closet in front of the display right next to the television hanging on the wall.

“We'd better get changed, you want to go first, or me? Or do you want to be together?” jiya's choice made Dilan stunned.

Because Jiya is not always making a surprise on him.

“You why the hell? How's it weird? In case we didn't drink liquor earlier, is your brain koslet?!” dilan.

“Ya already, then I go first.” as usual, Jiya does as she pleases.

The beautiful and cute girl went into the bathroom.

“Hahaha!!” Jiya laughed out loud as she managed to play Dilan's heart.

Then Jiya quickly changed her clothes, after which she came out of the bathroom.

Dilan who was sitting on the bedside saw Jiya in a suit and cigarette ash trousers.

“Quick in, later you catch a cold again,” said Jiya.

Then Dilan got up from her seat and passed by next to Jiya and went into the bathroom.

Jiya is waiting for Dilan to go to the window that displays the view of the lights of the house, building and also the vehicle on the road.

The rain that still fell down made the glass of his hotel room dewy.

“Haaah.” Jiya blew the glass that was near her lips.

After the fog Jiya also wrote his name and Dilan there.

“Dilan love Jiya.” after that Jiya laughs.

“I'm so silly anyway.” Jiya who wants to warm herself intends to get into the blanket.

But from outside the room suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Tok tok!

Hearing that Jiya immediately rushed towards the door and opened it.

Retek!

Krieett!!

Jiya opened half the door of her room and then she saw the waitress coming to deliver her order using the push table.

“Oh, please log in.” Jiya opened the door of her room wider.

Then the waiter pushed the table containing the food into the room.

“After you have finished putting it outside your room, or inside you can too, tomorrow morning I will come to clean it.

“Alright, thank you very much.” then Jiya drove the waitress to the door.

Then Jiya closed the door, after which she sat in front of a minimalist table near the window.

Chequek!

The sound of the door handle opening made Jiya turn towards the bathroom, she saw Dilan's wet hair.

“Drink first let your stomach warm.” Jiya thrust the sweet tea that was in her hand at Dilan.

“Thanks a lot.” Dilan took it and sipped it.

“Come, we eat first after that you take medicine.” Jiya also walked towards the dining table.

Very good Jiya, yes, although sometimes the words are annoying, inner Dilan.

Then Dilan sat down on the chair next to Jiya.

Then Jiya took the rice with her hand and pointed it at Dilan.

“Say people eat with their hands it feels much more delicious,” said Jiya.

“Why are you so romantic today?” Dilan is very curious about Jiya's true reason.

“Did you forget what day it is?” Jiya reminded Dilan.

“Not this Saturday?” Dilan.

“Iya, it's September 17th, your 16th birthday.” then Jiya chuckles.

“You remember it?” Dilan who does not care about the problem of increasing age often forget that he has a birthday every year.

Then Jiya picked up the lighter in her hotel pajama pocket.

The mat!

“Come on inflatable.” Jiya used that as a candle.

“Huffff...” Dilan blew the fire.

“Hore!! As a gift I love you eat a lot huh, uh lie! this.” Jiya gives a watch to Dilan.

“Thanks a lot dear.” Dilan also opened the gift of Jiya, then he immediately wore it.

Then Jiya bribed Dilan with her hands until she was full.

After that Jiya told her lover to take medicine.

1 hour later Jiya sat on the bed to look after Dilan who was sleeping next to her.

Dilan's body temperature is getting hot can be felt the beautiful woman even though they do not touch.

“Dilan, hope you get well soon.” Jiya stroked the peak to her love.

Jiya who was also exhausted involuntarily slept in a sitting position and leaned her body onto the back of the bed.

Zzzzzz...

The long walk that day made us snore loudly until Dilan woke up from his sleep.

“Jiya?” Dilan did not until the heart saw his lover sleep in a sitting position.

Then he got up and helped Jiya to straighten the body on the bed.

When Dilan will tidy up Jiya's bangs that cover her face.

Dilan also saw the pink lips of her lover who was so tempting.

Deg deg!

Dilan's heart beat very fast, he who was afraid of the caliph immediately took his hand off from Jiya.

“Jeez, why is Jiya so much prettier tonight?” Dilan shifted his seat to go further.

But Jiya who had been sleeping soundly unconsciously grasped Dilan's hand.

Dilan also glanced at Jiya whose eyes were tightly closed.

“Even though she slept but she was still beautiful and very beautiful.” the night weather was so cold that the turmoil of love in Dilan's chest excited.

He who could not resist the temptation of Jiya's lips that looked more delicious than strawberries finally desperate to kiss her.

The cup!

It was his first touch on Jiya's lips, the sensation was clearly different from kissing the cheek.

The deg!

The more intoxicating Debaran made Dilan want to do it once again.

The cup!

Although she has become a victim of the beauty of Dilan for the second time, Jiya still does not budge.

He is like a person who is given a tranquilizer injection until the naughty actions of his lover can not be felt.