Loved Bunian Wolves
8. Overtime Demi Widuri (21+)

"Yes, Raka," Widuri stressed. "He often comes home. If you want to play there and confused direction, you can ask Raka."

"But why does he come there so often?" Asked Runi who was starting to feel a little hot and tight inside his chest. It felt like there was an invisible thorn stuck in his heart, but I don't know what.

"Haha!" Unexpectedly, Widuri laughed out loud. Catching the panicked expression from Runi apparently felt a little funny to him. Widuri continued, "Ah, you! Don't panic, Runi! Did you forget that my father was Raka's superior? Raka is even one of the employees who has been trusted by my father. Automatically, he often comes home for business with dad!"

"Ohhh, sorry! I forgot!" Runi rounded her mouth. His heart started beating normally again. On the one hand, he felt a little overwhelming. The fear that tickled her inner self was a bit over-serving, especially because of her mother-in-law's persuasion a few weeks ago to Raka. Because of the results of the theft, he became a little traumatized by the name of Widuri. It seemed, the whisper had a little bit already affected Runi's brain. And this worry seems unwarranted.

"Ck, are you suspicious of your own husband, and even of me, who in fact was your childhood best friend?" omel Widuri while clucking.

"Emmm, that's not what I mean, Tika! I'm just ..."

Runi could not finish her sentence, because to be honest, in this case she felt very childish. His attitude was also very embarrassing because even Widuri was already aware of his strange attitude. Like being suspicious of her own husband, as well as her best friend.

Widuri grinned at the look of Runi who looked panicked. Then he looked back at his watch and realized that it was getting late.

"Ah, stop. Don't think about it!" Sergeah Widuri fast. He continued, "Udah evening, Runi. I'll go home first. Tomorrow when it's done, let me know. I'll get my dress here."

"Eits, didn't I promise you that I'd take your dress home myself?" runi reminded. He had forgotten his panicked expression earlier and returned to his usual attitude as if nothing had happened. Runi continued, "I also want to play in your new home, Tika! The new house of the palm oil princess must be a lot of fun!"

"Have it, there's-there!" sergeant Widuri with his big smile. Enthusiastically, he took out a piece of paper from the little book he was carrying in his bag, then wrote something down there. He thrust it onto the table right in front of Runi and said, "This is my HP number. Don't get lost. Call me if you want to send stitches home. Anyway I'll wait as soon as possible, Runi!"

Runi received a piece of paper with a row of small numbers. He smiled and welcomed Widuri's offer with such enthusiasm.

"Of course, dear Tika! Wait for me, I hope your dress is done in time!" please Runi smile.

"Anyways, chat me later! Don't forget! And I'll remind you to finish my dress and my girlfriend's shirt right away, okay!" waturi.

"Ready, Tika!"

"If that's what I say, Runi! Poor Mr. Untung, my family's driver, is waiting."

After giving a wave of hands to Runi and a little chipsikiki, then Widuri went out leaving the terrace and stepped into his car, where Pak Untung was waiting there.

"Road, Sir. Hurry along!" utah Widuri behind the dark glass of her car, stared expressionlessly at the waving Runi with a sincere smile at her.

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"Still overtime, Deck?" Ask Raka who met Runi in her sewing room. He saw that Runi was sitting down with his legs swinging on the sewing machine, putting together cloth and thread to make it a whole garment.

"Yes, Mas. Again quite stitching, I do not feel good if nolak orderan."

Runi activity that was running a sewing machine was stopped. She looked up at her husband and replied, "Yes, Mas. Said to be a bridesmaid uniform at his best friend's wedding."

"Oh, that's it." Raka was silent after commenting.

"Yes. Why ask?" runi's fishing rod was astonished to see Raka's strange expression.

"Either, not the Deck. People just ask, time can't?" kilah Raka with a clumsy smile. Runi frowned for a moment to assess what expression Raka was displaying, but she finally spread her shoulders, trying indifferently. He also resumed his sewing activities.

"Sir, how to sew until when?" Whisper Raka who was now suddenly lowered her head hugged him from behind. Raka's big hand had landed where it should be, on Runi's chest, giving a touch and a small massage that tickled Runi's sense of touch.

"Eh, this overtime ma-mau, Mas. Bi-wild finish quickly." Runi said faltering as she felt the touch of Raka who started to growl in some other parts of her body. Runi also felt an amused and delicious sensation at the same time, then he glanced resentfully at Raka for interfering with her work. "Mas, I'm working!"

"I'm quite sleepy, baby," lamented Raka with a face that looks smelly and eyes reddened.

"If sleepy bobok dong, dear?" sahut Runi. She pinched her husband's cheek gently with anxiety.

"Udah was sleepy but dumb," Raka's pinta with her hands landed on Runi's chin, pulling her beautiful face closer to him.

"At a time, Mas," said Runi who was now smiling in response to Raka's request. Her husband is asking for her rights. To avoid the unwanted temptation of the actor out there, then he must serve well, right?

Runi put the work tools that are still in his hands, then refocused his gaze to his handsome husband.

At this moment, Raka looked at him full of cravings. And in just a split second, Raka's face approached and grabbed the lips of Ranum Runi who had seduced his faith.

Unable to let Raka's own guerrilla lips, now Runi welcomes Raka's tongue sweep in her mouth with enthusiasm. His hands did not want to stay still. He touched Raka's sturdy jaw to make their c1uman go deeper.

Runi let out a beautiful des4han sound when Raka's c1uman began to ravage his mouth. Even Raka's hands had guerrillaized to every sensitive point in Runi's body, making her feel a dilemma between wanting and not wanting. Making it powerless to refuse, when it was clear the pile of cloth in this space had been waiting faithfully, asking to be resolved.

This C1uman though soft as usual, but this time felt very demanding. But Raka's touches are no less intoxicating than the past, it does not seem necessary to make Runi's heart worry. Because she was sure, her husband would never think of a woman other than her.

That night Runi and Raka spent sharing the sweat together. Des4han and scrumptious moans echoed beautifully in the workspace of Runi. Although it had been suspicious because lately Raka's attitude looks a little strange especially after Aswini conveyed information about Widuri, but Runi tried to convince in his heart that, 'No need to worry excessively. Raka is a good and loyal husband, and after all Tika also has a lover. The persuasion that your mother-in-law conveyed to Raka meant nothing to your husband, Runi!' The whisper of Runi within his little heart.

The heat activity is over. Raka fell asleep on the sofa of the sewing room with bare chest. The sweaty buni put on her clothes again, then briefly peeked at her husband's cheek before returning to work, just thanking him for making her satisfied tonight. Well, her sewing deadline was already waving in plain sight and she had to finish it immediately.

But the sense of calm in Runi's chest disappeared instantly when suddenly Raka was stirring violently in her sleep calling out a name, she said,

"Babies!"

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