Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Chicken roast honey

"Eh, mama go to the toilet first Na!", said mama.

"Yes ma!"

While waiting for Mama and Azka, as usual. I'll take a look at the Azka ornamental fish in the wall aquarium.

Suddenly someone wrapped his hand from my stomach. Who else if not my husband?

"Azka!", I flinched.

"So seriously see the fish? Want to make it at home?"

"Bikin' at home? Want.....! Uh, but I've got fish in the pond."

"If you want to make rich gini is also okay, right?"

"You.mau!"

Azka was very anxious to hear my answer. He showered me with kisses on my shoulders and cheeks.

"Ehemmm!", mom's voice gave the code.

"Mama? Mama's here?", Azka let go of her embrace. She must be ashamed of her mother.

"Tau..who has an ABG wife, beautiful too!", quipped mama.

"B.mama! Since when is Mama here?"

"Since two hours ago!"

"Really?", Azka looked at me. I also grinned.

"Pantes ayah your little wife is a dung, must be at home often....!"

"Mama..!", I silenced my mama's mouth with a whimper.

"Yes.yes dear!", said mama soften.

"Sama Najma was so gentle, just like her biological child...!"

"Heh, this is your wife's daughter too. Even more pantes being a granddaughter mama!"

"Mama!!" said Azka.

I just shook my head to see the closeness of these two people.

"Where is the result ma?", asked Azka suddenly.

"Yeah... Like what happened in the beginning? Najma in Do. And you stopped teaching again in school!"

"Astagfirullah. Yes ma, how else. But, the important thing is that Azka can still meet the needs of Azka's wife and children even though he is no longer a teacher there!", said Azka lethargic.

"What is your salary as a teacher? Ten percent of your income here isn't worth it either!"

"Yes, ma, but right....!"

"Udah deh Ka's. The same debate as mom!"

"Yes. I'm quiet, okay, baby I'm quiet. If I'm stopped, continue..Najma's fate how ma?"

"Nana is not allowed to go to school anymore, of course the guardians of the students and the school committee do not want any of this happening again. Especially with the pretext of being married first like you. But, Nana can still take the exam, as an alumnus of Bhakti High School!"

"real ma? Alhamdulillah! Thanks ma!", Azka hugged her mother tightly.

"Azka, uh.inget.you're old. Stop acting so spoiled!"

"She's so spoiled Ma!"

"Not back?", Azka quipped me.

"I'm naturally spoiled, I'm still young. It is natural to be spoiled by my husband and mother. Isn't it ma?"

"That bill!", said mama quickly.

"You guys, women don't ever want to lose."

"Yes dong!", answered me and the compact mama.

"Yes, mom's coming home?!"

"Now so much ma?", I asked.

"Mom there's a similar roar mama's friends!"

"Owh, yes Azka anterin!"

"No, my mama's driver was crisp waiting in front. Mom's home, baby!"

My mom hugged and kissed me.

"Yes ma, be careful!", I replied.

"You should also be careful Na. Especially your husband who is this napsuan. I can't see where!"

"Mama!.!", Azka manyun.

"Oh yes, since you are pregnant young, you do not often nengokin your child. Danger!", exclaimed mama.

"Mama...!", whine Azka again.

"Yes, my mom is home. Assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalam."

After mom came out of our room, Azka hugged me again.

"Azka...!"

"Let's go, hug your own wife time can't?"

"But it's still in the office!"

Azka turned her body, then walked towards the door locking the door of her room.

"Kok in the key is Ka?"

"Let no one bother??!!"

"What do you want to do?"

"You want this!"

Suddenly Azka grabbed my waist and pressed my nape, ********* my lips were all she always wanted.

Slowly Azka dragged me to sit on the sofa without letting go of our kiss. Finally I sat on my husband's lap, trying to let go of his kiss I tried to push his chest.

I was panting for a moment.

"Why the hell, baby? I still want to!", whining Azka was about to kiss again.

"Don't do Ka!"

"Why?"

"Keep why? No one's going to be raided either, we're husband and wife."

"Dibilangined. Let's go how Ka is!"

"Yes, there's this room. Choose which ones you can too!"

Arrogant is very interesting who has a hotel.

"I'm laper!", trying to avoid.

"Relatedly? Not because I avoid it anymore, right?"

"No, I'm really hungry, baby. You're not like your son, are you, like?"

"But I'm also still this same lager, soon!", Azka rubbed my lips softly.

"I'm sorry, son, I'm just gonna take a second. Promise!", Azka rubbed my stomach. I can only deal with my husband's behavior. He can be cool in front of other people, but not in front of me.

Without warning, he resumed his actions. But, this time really just******, nothing more. He wiped the rest of his kiss on my lips with his finger.

"Look we're looking for food! I've been satisfied to taste my wife for a moment!"

"That's my food on the chip!"

"Yes, you're my food. My ammunition. Must be enjoyed!"

I pinched her flat stomach.

"Well, we're looking for food!"

"What do you want to eat, baby?"

"The thing is, the spicy thing is ka. Good time huh?"

"What?"

"Em.chicken burn honey, sambelnya who spit!"

"Alright lady Azka, we're leaving!"

Azka took me out of the room. As usual, her cool fashion re-adorned her face. Even so, Azka's hand still did not want to release his grip from my hand.

"Because my son is hungry, we're eating at our restaurant just downstairs. How's it?"

"Is that menu here?"

"What's wrong with Madame Azka?"

We both went down to the ground floor, where the restaurant was. The arrival of the hotel owner, the employees were enthusiastic to welcome. Some do not know about the marriage of his boss, so when he saw Azka holding me they looked surprised.

Azka pulled a chair for me.

"Servant!", call Azka.

"Yes Mr Azka!"

"I want roasted chicken honey, two servings. The sambel is the bad one!"

"Chicken burns honey? Here right?"

"Yes, call Chef Danil here!", Azka said. The waiter called chef Danil to face his boss.

A man in his typical clothes approached us.

"Yes Azka sir, how can I help you?"

"Chef Danil, my wife is eating roasted honey chicken. Chef Danil can make it for us, right?"

"Wife? Honey roasted chicken?", asked chef Danil again.

"Yes, my wife Najma!"

I covered my hands in front of my chest as a sign of introductions.

"Oh.prepare Mr. Azka, Mrs Najma! I will make a special menu for you!", chef Danil resigned. He immediately prepared a meal for his boss. Chef Danil just shook his head. Strange boss, his restaurant is a western restaurant, but he asked me to make honey-baked chicken?

Ah, boss mah free!

While waiting for that special meal, Azka gave me a snack like potato chips. And gave me a fresh drink.

"Nana!", call someone.

"Vicky?!"

"Whether you are here Na, the same..pak the teacher who does not know himself?"

"Hey.who's polite when you talk!", Azka snapped.

Vicky was pulled by someone I'm sure was his papa.

"Vicky!", snapped his papa.

"Sir Azka?", said Papa Vicky.

"Oh, this is your son sir!"

"I'm sorry about Vicky's behavior, sir!"

"Say the same son of Mr. Thomas. Don't bother Najma anymore, Najma's my wife!"

Vicky's eyes glared.

"Nana, what he said was a lie, right?", cried Vicky.

"But he is my husband Vick!", I replied firmly.

"Have you heard, right?", Azka folded her arms around her chest.

"I guarantee you, Vicky won't bother Mr. Azka's wife anymore." Thomas dragged Vicky away. Not long after, the roasted chicken came.

At the other table, Mr. Thomas was scolding his son.

"Do you know, Nana's the one who made Vicky go to college and move to college here for a reward?!"

"But.pak Azka is papa's business partner. If you do anything, there's a papa company that Vicky's gonna lose!"

"But pah.!", whine Vicky.

"There's no buts!"

"But papa was also astonished, his wife was...your friend? Still kids?"

"Nana's my two-year-old underclassman!"

"Oh yeah? Do you mean he's eighteen?"

"Yes pah. Wow, that's great Azka sir. At that age, you can get ABG!"

"Fuck!"

"Eh, sori..sori.nak! Yes, we ate. Don't mind Nana anymore!"