Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
First Kiss

"What do you want to buy for mama?", Azka asked me.

"What do you like?"

"Indonesian food is the point."

"If it's gudeg, doyan?"

"Come, buy where?", she asked while turning the steering wheel .

"Second PMI there, gudeg Jogja Yu SAR!"

"Owh..okay!"

The car also sped towards the gudeg stalls that I used to visit with my mother. Mother likes her eggs that I think feel very sweet. You see I myself am already sweet 😊.

"You come down, I wait here!", pinta Azka.

"Yes....!"

"Eh, is this the money?"

"I still have, notar if my pocket money abis I just asked for."

I got out of my car too. Quite crowded gudeg stalls at this time. I deliberately ordered four servings, so that later we could have lunch together at the home of mom and dad.

"Udah?"

"Here you are, if I haven't been there yet!"

"Her....."

Azka returned to her car.

"Om...em...I mean mas, is mom papa now home? You didn't have it first?"

"Usually, mom and dad are home on holidays like this."

"Your mom works ?"

"No. Eat sleep!"

"Ishhhh...Often the answer!"

We went back to silence. Is it appropriate for a husband and wife like this???

"Najma, yesterday who shot you?", asked Azka with eyes still focused forward.

"Oh.it's Vicky ,alumni Bhakti High School too."

"Why did you refuse him?"

"You got a storm what the hell is Ka? I'm also self-conscious, he shot me at the wrong time."

"Ka?", Azka squinted her eyes.

"Yes, from this moment on I will call you Azka without any frills."

"You're saying you're not polite?"

"I changed my mind!", I replied. Azka was smiling at him.

"So I was nanya, why did you refuse Vicky? Is it because I'm involved? So you rejected him? If I don't see, you will accept it. Aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah, no. On my wedding day, I was just like any other guy. You want to glare at the cake, I don't care."

"You sure you don't care? Not scared? Not...when asking for a motorcycle conference, you tremble me?"

"That's.that's.kan different story lah. had ah, ngapain also discussed so."

"The people know!"

"Vicky's a second-year upperclassman above me. In the past, he had asked permission from my mother to be my man. Mother said, if I want to date with Vickuy want to be married all of you. Yes already, boro-boro understands the feeling of dating, dating, watching the cinema or the way where it is. Hem. It's the same mother even jawbanya make nyes...el!", ouch. mouth-mouth, kok can be this easy again anyway. I hit my own lips.

While the man next to her was just trying to hold back a laugh.

"What are you curious about rich kissing?", asked Azka quipped.

"That's not it", I answered nervously.

"If you're curious, I'll tell you. I'm teaching you, practice! No theory-theorian!", said Azka eagerly.

"Let's start perverted, it's only the second day yet a week!", I said ketus.

"Haha.....!" Azka looked up at me who felt like I was humiliating myself.

Our car has entered the capital's elite area. And Azka stopped the car in front of a magnificent house, with a high gate. Then Azka opened the car window on my left.

"Sir Jono, open the gate!", cried Azka from inside the car.

"Every mas Azka!", the security guard named Jono was deftly open the gate .

"Thank you Mr. Jono!", cried azka as the car entered the yard.

"Tomorrow down!", Azka took my hand.

I didn't expect my in-laws' house to be this grand. Ah... Am I lucky? I don't know, what I obviously don't know is what it's like to date, or get married.

"Assynogaic"

"Getishalam."

Papa has a guest.

"Azka, Nana..here come in son!", call papa. While in front of papa there is a beautiful woman with a hijab pressing the neck equipped brooch. She looks so pretty.

"Well, this...Najma, Azka's wife!", papa knows me to two of his guests.

Azka's expression was flat.

"We go straight to the room, I know you must be exhausted right? Mama where's the pah?", asked Azka.

"There's in the kitchen, again having lunch with aunt!"

"Yes, I went to the kitchen. You can talk here with a guest!", I whispered.

"I have nothing to do with them Na!", Azka also took me back.

"Azka to the back first yes, let's om Egi...Dara!", Azka said goodbye while continuing to hold me.

Why is this husband of mine?

"Mama.", call me.

"Najma, are you coming, baby?", Mama came straight for me. Plied with kisses and warm hugs of a mother.

"Yes, mom, are you cooking? Well.telat dong, Nana bawain gudeg nih."

I put down four servings of gudeg rice at the table.

"Azka!", suddenly the woman who was with papa headed to the kitchen. My feelying is not good.

"You rejected me for the sake of this little boy?", asked Dara.

"Jaga talk about you, Dara. She's my wife?"

"What is my lack of Azka? Even I've been waiting for you until you escape from your lover? Until you have to be with a woman who's been married?"

"Repeatedly I said Dara, I just thought you were my best friend. Nothing more! Have you forgotten your mistake Dara. Because of your obsession I had to lose Bianca. You know that's Dara?"

"I am innocent. You made everything difficult!"

"It's up to you Azka!"

"Of course it's up to me, from now on stop chasing me."

Mama and aunt chose to step out of the kitchen instead of watching Azka's romantic drama.

"What evidence can you show me if you're really married?!"

"Do we have to take our marriage book anywhere?"

"I know you very well Azka. Prove that this little boy is your wife!"

Suddenly Azka grabbed my waist. Now my body is attached to his body. With a slight bow of her large height, Azka suddenly kissed my lips. My eyes were opened for a moment. My body was like an electric shock.

I can't move. Now, Azka is braver. Dipped his tongue deeper and occasionally sipped and bit his lips.

Azka let go of her pagutan after she heard the pounding of Dara's shoes.

"Ka! You broke our agreement! I was.", my sentence was cut back because again Azka grabbed my mouth.

He is like a thirsty man. He didn't realize where this was! If anyone else sees this scene.

But I enjoyed every taste. There is a sense of what is so that cannot be mentioned.

Azka slowly removed her lips.

"Aren't you wondering what a kiss is like?"

"Iiii...you cheated know not!"

"No need to protest, want me to repeat again?", Azka threatened.

"No. Uda...already...!"

Azka went up to the second floor. Maybe to his room.

I prepare food at the table. While waiting for mom and dad. After that, I headed upstairs. Want to know, where Azka's room is.

"Lha...kok there are many rooms? Which room are you in?", I'm a monologue.

"Find me?", asked Azka suddenly behind me.

"Yes.we have lunch!", I left Azka.

But Azka pulled me into a room. He closed the door and locked it. While I was just glued.

"How does it feel to kiss Na?", asked Azka folding her hands on her chest.

"Emm.em.tau ah, I'm going out ah. Waiting for papa's mama!", I left Azka and headed for the door. Unfortunately, Azka had kept the key in her pants pocket.

"Get it!", pinta Azka while showing the key that is already in her pocket.

Okay. I'm starting to understand your game.

"Can I really take it?", I walked slowly.

Now it was Azka's face that met red, like she was embarrassed. In fact, he was excited when menciu*ku.

"You must admit, if you lose Ka! You fell in love first, didn't you?"

"Huh? Yeah.yes.no!"

"Is it me??" ledekku. I have not jaim-jaiman. He dared to start.

"Know ah.!!", Azka left her room.

We had lunch with mom and dad.

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