Married Little Princess Bestie
51. Greenhouse

Riswan was reluctant to take off their hands for a second. After being forced to eat and swallow high-protein milk, Riswan took Binar around.

There was a beam of longing that infiltrated the Binar's relays. This house feels so foreign and familiar at the same time. He enjoyed this scene without comment, until Binar began to realize the direction of Riswan's goal.

Greenhouse

The rear-most building of this luxury series of mansions is like a patent throne for Greg Darmawangsa. Riswan's eyeballs ran around before going inside. Again he tightened his grip to convince determination.

All kinds of plants are there. Good just ornamental whose job is only adored by the eye, there are also drugs and vegetables that are usually processed by the butler. Greg loved plants very much, and Riswan over-added a few words before his bitter smile expanded.

"If it could be taken to the plant, maybe Greg's grandfather would marry the plant."

Riswan's eyes began to water. Greg never got tired of using his crops every time Riswan came here. I don't know what followed behind the old man until this crazy on the seeds that were even still seeds. Riswan did not have time to interrogate.

"I moved away shortly after learning that Greg's grandfather was the mastermind of Rhea's departure. Recently I also knew that Rhea was expelled in an immoral way, discarded using a freight carrier to people's countries," just flowed Riswan's storyline.

"Why did it get that far?" Binar chimed in to ask, although there was a shudder if it happened to him.

"Rhea was an orphan, Binar, poor, lived in the foundation. He went to high school thanks to the scholarship that Grandpa gave, where would Greg's grandfather's face be put if our relationship spread among business people and investors of the Wansa group?"

Surprisingly, talking about Rhea is no longer a cause for concern for Binar. He never thought that the cunning woman turned out to have a lot of nestapa. No wonder he also repeatedly said that successfully getting Riswan Darmawangsa is good luck.

"Do you know that uncle is still courting him?"

"Love, Binar. That age is hard for parents to manage."

"Oh, you quip the story?"

Binar pretended to sulk, folding both hands with pursed lips. Unwelcome Riswan even arched a smile. The man pulled his anxiety while grabbing the hips of Binar so as to speed quickly.

"We're all too young to think clearly, Binar. Moreover, the Darmawangsa family had experienced massive terror before. Grandpa Greg just wants to protect me and business together."

"Great terror?" Binar was more interested in that point instead of Rhea. This was the first experience of having a casual conversation with Riswan.

Riswan stops a table that Greg used to perform. He then sat Binar down at the table, and he pulled the bench before starting the story.

"I also have a father and mother, Binar and Greg's grandfather are the youngest brother of my biological grandfather who was just stepping on the head of five when the terror tragedy took place" explained Riswan opened the story. His fingers stroked the top of the stomach of Binar, as if to invite their children to know the history of kaluarga.

"At that time grandfather had many enemies in various lines of business to the government. Bad people attacked our family with artificial accidents. My father, mother, brother and grandfather died at the scene. I who happened to be following Greg survived death, which apparently left us as the successor of Darmawangsa."

"Uncle has a sister?" new facts Binar heard.

"That's what it was, Binar. As a person who was born five minutes early, he asked to be called a big brother," Riswan's smile expanded, "My biological grandfather is also a twin, I became a lucky generation who inherited his genes as well."

Touch Riswan answered tent with behind the womb of Binar, the man chuckled lightly even though he sounded discordant. Perhaps in his mind, he was praying that their twin babies would not inherit the same misfortune.

"Our family's death wasn't just an accident, Binar. Coincidentally my first and second brother who was above Greg Darmawangsa even made a disaster. Greg's grandfather was crazy, we failed to investigate cause and effect because we were too frantically hiding ourselves from danger."

Now the fingers of Binar who was tempted to comb Riswan's hair, "Keep?" tanyakanya.

"Maybe when it's time for me to enter elementary school, then Greg's grandfather is determined to return to raise the House of the Group until now."

"Grandpa Greg must have loved uncle very much" Binar said as he put a palm on Riswan's cheek, and greeted the man with a kiss.

"of course. He also advised me to keep our marriage going" Riswan's sentence was followed by a kiss that switched on the back of the hand. A flash of their romance last night appeared in the minds of Binar.

"Did Greg's grandfather know that uncle still loved Rhea?"

Riswan stopped his activity, his bead melted with the belongings of Binar Alvero who was waiting for an answer.

"Of course," he deliberately hung up a sentence seconds before finishing the word, "Grandfather also knows very well who I love now."

Riswan got up and grabbed the lips that had been soaked in saliva over and over again. As a former female enthusiast he had fasted for too long. Every time he looked at Binar he could not help but be tempted, he was more persistent pulling the hips of Binar closer.

Riswan's right hand touched Binar's soft belly, while his left struggled accessing the touch. Riswan leaves a reddish mark not spaced on each of his spices. Flying the sanity of Binar to the human threshold.

The woman no longer cared how much they did. His eyes faithfully closed, letting the breeze muddy the skin without clothing. Binar has no shame in front of thousands of plants in a greenhouse. He dared to howl when the trembling snatched.

Still with the eye fog, it was Binar's turn to push Riswan. The man sat on his chair resigned when the wife took over the game. He went up and started to shake. The only sound that was heard was a long groan.

The hesitating sun entering between the leaves was highlighting the sweat of their bodies. Shouts of relief were heard again before being gagged by the increasingly mad lash. Balum it's time for Riswan to already. The man pushed the tiny bloated body into the corner of the greenhouse.

While occasionally their skin touched seductive nosy leaves, or butterflies that sometimes try to perch but fail to shake the shake. Both of them really did not care even though the servants secretly stole the silhouette of their scenery. Nothing is more important than the third time.

The hunting breath that is no longer regular. Beheaded as soon as expected to reach the top of the head. They both looked up, chanting each other's names before slumping to the ground.

Riswan sat leaning back as he slid his body, making himself a chair for Binar to lean on. Jemari Riswan still flirts stomach and chest alternately. Then kissed in the end of the shoulder of Binar while making a sign.

"I love you, Binar" whispered Riswan quietly. Very slowly so that the woman thought that the voice was only sigh held back from the desire that still felt lacking.

"Capek, Uncle. Take a break."

The man hugged her from behind. Changed a little louder to the heart of the whole soul, "I love you, Binar, and stop calling me uncle."

Instantly Binar immediately went off, and he got quite a lot hotter than before and before.