Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Ready not ready

Om Azka was still staring at me. Want to not want me to go to her who sits on my dresser.

While me? I was sitting cross-legged in my bed that deliberately didn't use a couch.

"Om angry with Nana for tidying up your clothes?"

"Stop calling me om, I'm your husband."

I caught a glimpse. He took off his glasses.

"Then, what should Nana call?"

"Call it an easy name, right?"

"It is polite to call an older person by name only!", I replied firmly.

"I'll call you both, but at school we're still formal."

Azka nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, I've tidied up my clothes. I thought you'd put me in a different room." I glanced at a glance. Apparently, if om Azka. Handsomest. Indigo .

"I know, I'm handsome. No need to look at me that way."

"Diii..geer !"

"We'll see who falls in love first."

Oh my mother, this is the man you chose for me? Why is mama pacarin? Just be ashamed.

"Hem? In love?", I asked.

"Yes, our marriage is based on the will of your mother. There is no sense of anything between us. And.we, religious people. Should marriage be toyed with?", Azka looked at me again.

"So, what do you want?"

"As I said earlier, which one of us falls in love first. He will reveal it. We make each of us fall in love. So that I can fall in love with you, and vice versa."

"How is it?"

"Think about it. You're an Olympic champion, always first. Time to think of that can't."

"OKAY....!But. ..."

"But what is Na?", asked Azka. He called out the word Na, as he called out 'Son' in general.

"Try now don't call Na. It sounds like a father calling his son."

Hufft.sabar Azka, this is how you face a snot boy.

"Okay, Najma!"

"So much better!"

"What would you ask?"

"Em..about rights and duties."

"Yes? What's with the right of duty?", Azka folded her hand.

"I'll take care of household needs, cook grandchildren clothes, that's my duty."

"And my right, even though I have income from the pastry shop I'm entitled to a living from you mas."

"Without asking, I will also give."

Does this brat think only about numbers and nominal money?

"That's your duty and your right. My obligation, I still give my living without you asking. And my rights? I deserve you."

"What do you mean, mas?"

"You know that, there's no way a class champion doesn't know where I'm going."

"I thought you were a pendiem mas. Not too bad either! O Allah mother..Why the mother can be the same rich gini, three years anyway ...?", I pretend to cry. Azka as much as possible held back her laughter.

"Your mother has only had three years with me, and you.during your life you will be the same as me."

"But I'm not an innocent eighteen-year-old girl like in online novels. Who does not know what a husband and wife relationship looks like. Okay.give me time so I can fulfill your rights mas.But not for now!"

"How long?", asked Azka.

"Yes how long? A month? Two months?"

"Yes.yeah.nah, I don't know."

"You know what the law is against a husband's request?"

"Yes, I'm not stupid.".

"Good then."

"Indeed..you can't wait for me to be ready?"

"Why should I wait if I have my right in front of my eyes?"

My eyes wide. No, not for tonight. I'm inching backwards.

"OK...maybe not tonight, can tomorrow right? Anyway.tomorrow we're off."

"Huh? Tomorrow then? No. no."

"Yes? You don't want to? So 'you prefer it in...."

"Mom.no. Please understand?!", I said trying to beg.

"What do I understand?"

"Yes, you have to wait for me until you're ready."

"If you're really ready, are you going to start?"

"Well?!! Kok.kok that's it. Yeah.yes, don't."

Why did I fail this way. Om Azka smiled continuously from earlier, melted tau no.

"You said wait ready, who knows what you're ready for. If I am, there is no need to doubt!"

"Can we talk about something else that doesn't lead in that direction?''

"How about talking about something else, if it's not done yet."

Hufft..kaum aira always oppressed!

"Annex?", I started offering. Even if that sounds embarrassing. Azka shook her head.

"A week!", one word slid from her sexy lips. Well, this is a very gini brain. Complaints themselves.

"Okay.give me a week. But..."

"Maybe this conversation is as early as it was, we slept. I'm going to the bathroom."

"Yes", I said slowly. I also threw myself on the side of the wall. Let Azka be on the other side. Trying to close your eyes to be ready to face tomorrow.

While in the bathroom. Azka lit the water faucet. Intentionally so that only the sound of water Najma heard. He couldn't bear to not laugh.

Najma thought, I will ask for my right today. What do you think I'm a pervert?

With the pedunya he said he knew about the husband and wife relationship, maybe he forgot when he asked what it was like to kiss his mother.

I alone who only read the writings of Nisa can continue to laugh, what if I hear her directly. My wife is still too innocent, she is good at school. But don't know anything about this kind of thing. Anisa's successful education makes Najma a girl who is still not touched ready, besides me!

Anisa...why is this?

I opened the bathroom door after laughing. I saw that Najma had fallen asleep on the left bank of the mattress by the wall. In the middle of the mattress, there were two bolsters, maybe it meant to be a barrier between us.

I also lay down beside him. Why sleep on the floor like this? Anisa could have bought a couch, but why did she choose to put a mattress on the floor.

I looked at my little wife's face, beautiful. Not boring. I finally fell asleep beside him.

Not long ago I fell asleep, a proper jolt about my junior. Spontaneous I woke up with a sense of pain. The culprit was my own wife.

His feet hit me. I want to maki, but he's sleeping. Ah, goddamn. Boro-boro the first night, nothing has been attacked like this.I looked back at Najma. I just realized, she's asleep still wearing her hijab. It's not a matter of what?

The veil is messy. I tried to let go of him so he was more comfortable.

After successfully removing her headscarf, I could see how beautiful my wife was. Her hair is not long, but beautiful.

A little boy hair on part of his forehead, pretty. So whispered. In the middle of my swipe on her forehead, my girl is delirious. Calling bunda. Maybe he missed his mother too much. He's rubbing into my chest.

Ouch .. Najma, don't wake the sleeping tiger. I finally got rid of the barrier, and I fell asleep hugging my wife.