Marrying my Best Friend
A Flavor

Still hugging Anin who stood on the balcony staring at the city of Jakarta from the balcony, although Rafa was so defended in front of Clara. But he never showed his love for her.

"Nin, don't you let me down dong, if I don't love every mallem I sleep in you" said Rafa as his hands crept across Anin's chest.

"What the hell, Fa?"said Anin while lashing out at Rafa's starting hands.

"If I didn't love, I wouldn't hug you like this, play this, which is my favorite," he said as his hands continued to play on his wife's chests, making a strange rumble crept all over her body, unknowingly Anin mendes@h, the body felt limp, Rafa smiled grinning, without waiting for a long time he lifted Anin's body holding her and carrying her basket.

Lain his wife's body and let go of all that was attached until there was nothing left.

Rafa does the same thing and supports her body and begins to kiss and fondle each other giving the feeling that is in the heart. Love, compassion, desire and longing blend into one.

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Meanwhile, on the road along the young people surround the streets with his motorbike to find market snacks in the mintak Aila, the night has crept so fast, while the one in search has not been obtained.

"Ai, all that is in the morning, if any night is sold, "said Frans while riding his motorcycle.

Look for it, it's for your child" said Aila, holding her chin on Frans' shoulder.

"Ai, we've been circling to go to some traditional markets, Ai. Cook it up until morning, gatot food is hard to do, Ai. It is also in central Java. Where we try."

"There's still so much that doang has complained, Wak," Aila said with a laugh.

"Lo's getting more annoying, Ai. Cook me, you call Wak." said Frans Tak trima.

"It's so bad" said Aila laughing.

"Not Bawel but it's really difficult to do, Ai," said Frans who was still driving his motorcycle, to find a cart that read traditional snacks, Frans stopped the bike right in front of him and asked, "Sir, Frans, any gatot?"

Whoa, sorry geh, Mas. Gatot has gone home, "the merchant replied without feeling guilty. Frans patted her forehead then laughed, followed by Aila who was behind her.

"I mean a snack called gatot ituloh, sir." replied Frans.

"Oah, Mum. Yes I understand now, there are still two mica, Mas. I don't think until I find my son whose name is Gatot, sorry geh, Mas. The effect of getuk has not been this practice," he said while chuckling.

"Then I take all the same gatot all wrapped getuk also yes, sir, "pinta Frans to the merchant.

"Concluded how many?" ask her to Frans.

"Please pack 20 yes, sir," Frans's pinta returned.

When Frans paid, he left the merchant. The motor runs to the city center and stops at Alon-alon city of Jakarta.

Two servings of gatot and gituk removed from a large plastic bag and the rest he gave to the young man who was hanging out there. Aila sat down on the garden chair while eating the traditional snacks that she wanted from earlier. Frans sat down next to Aila and took the food. Frans rubbed Ai's stomach and said, "Just want this food until the Father turns around, son." Aila laughed with Frans' complaint.

"Ai, come home late," Frans and Aila nodded.

Frans got on his bike followed by Aila who sat behind him. Then stop the motor and run at medium speed. Aila tightened her body to Frans and hugged her tightly. A few minutes later they reached Raka's residence, Frans loaded his motorbike into the garage, then walked into the room through several rooms and climbed the stairs where their room was.

Aila had entered first, walked into the kitchen and stored her food in the refrigerator, then climbed the stairs to her room at the open door and entered inside, she saw Frans was tel@his chest laid his body on the bed. He looked at Aila who had just entered, chubby cheeks being a very attractive look for her, in Frans eyes, Aila was more attractive than the first time he married her, Aila took off her jacket and clothes then took out a nightgown. Suddenly a hand hugged from behind, her husband's doing it, his right hand took the nightgown from Aila's hand, then just threw it on the floor. He kissed the innocent shoulder while whispering, "This is all there is no need to wear it because the others I will open, I want you, Ai."

Frans' breathing gusts that slammed into his neck and then a small bite@n made him drift away, and unable to resist, with a breath of gasping, "Frans ...."

"I know, Ai. I'll slow down." he said in a hoarse voice withholding desire

Suddenly his body was already floating in the air, Frans carried him to the most beautiful contest tonight, he did not release his gaze on the innocent body of his wife, there he gave the most beautiful desire, he, grabbing everything that became pleasure, as well as his candlestick against his wife's body, the melodious singing of the lips of the wife made him want to be crazy but he held it because there was his baby in Aila's stomach.

Cold nights are not able to stem the desire that is getting higher, evaporate it with affection until finally giving each other satisfaction.

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In the United States in Boston appears Ratih crying does not stop making Bara confused. "What's going on? tell me! Rat. Don't you be a sniper yourself! Is Haidar's father sick?

Is Vino okay? Are we going home at the end of the vacation? Come on, tell me not to make me worry about you any more."

"Please don't ask, Bang. Let me cry out my sadness." replied Ratih did not stop crying.

"OK! I'll wait here until you're satisfied crying. After that, tell me," said Bara who was sitting on the sofa of his room with his chin supported.

"Bang ...."

"Yes, are you satisfied crying?" tanya Bara and Ratih nodded.

"Come on, Bang. I want you to hug while telling a story." said Ratih as he waved his hand at Bara.

Bara stepped his feet toward his wife who was sitting on the lip of the bed, he sat down and hugged his wife. "Tell me what's going on?" tanya while holding his wife.

"So when I wanted to call my father there was a message from Aunt Love, aunt apologized to me, she said that she had got her karma for wanting to do bad to me." he told Bara and Ratih to tell me what happened to Aunt Cinta. Bara slit Breath. "I'm sorry, baby." Ratih nodded with a smile.