Marrying the Old Virgin
Bu Dosen Merajuk

"It's not so Ra. I swear this is a situation I don't like very much because it really makes you misunderstand. Sit down we talk," ask Reka.

Nara raised her hand and glanced at her watch screen. "Can't, I can be late" replied Nara then turned to pick up her briefcase and left the room.

The rough rubbing of his face also punched the air, "Shittt," he meant then walked out of the room. Nara was already about to close her car door when Reka exited the front door. Even this morning was not passed with hugs and kisses on the forehead.

He sighed, then went back in. "Which way?" ask Mommy. There's no way Reka's answering they're at odds, "Barusan's leaving, there's morning work."

Nara was driving while rubbing the tip of her eyes. Pregnancy makes her more sensitive and sentimental, but it is not realized by Nara let alone Reka. "I why the hell, business just like that until crying. Heavier than this I've ever experienced but there are no tears" said Nara.

Nara stops at the shop area with various food stalls. Choose chicken for breakfast. Before getting out of the car, Nara wiped her tears with a tissue.

Starting the day with a bad interaction with the designer affects his activities all day. Plus Reka didn't call or come to apologize just to explain the situation. (Tetep yes women are always right).

Nara who was in a meeting preparing a series of campus activities looks not enthusiastic, "You why, sick?" asked Ardi while whispering. Nara just shook her head.

With her husband's designs that obviously made her pregnant, Nara was upset. Ardi since morning tried to communicate with Nara and even invited lunch together as well as a meeting sitting next to Nara, making pregnant women upset. Plus the smell of Ardi's perfume makes her nauseous.

"It looks like you are sick, since then use wind oil continues," said Ardi.

"Just catch a cold" answered Nara. Once again Ardi spoke, wanting me to scratch his face, Nara's inner.

Instead of approaching his wife, Reka instead headed to base camp rather Yasa boarding room. "Wow, look who's coming," traces of God. "They, who had just entered into the husband-husband group were afraid of the wife," Yasa sneered loudly. The design just clucked.

"Tumben came in the morning where his hair was dry. It must have been a quarrel with the wife," Yasa sneered and was avenged with the God's hardness.

Damn, why are they right, Inner Reka.

Reka spends all day with Yasa and Dewa. Forgetting for a moment his misunderstanding with Nara. Playing games while screaming and unpretentious even Reka had fallen asleep because tired of the games.

"Half the seven."

"Well, I'm dead," cried Reka woke up and took her phone. "Why do I fall asleep here always late. Not good fengsui this room, make people late and lazy," said Reka while rushing to the door.

"Basar aja lo his who is able to talk about the problem of fengsui," said Yasa.

The design is already on top of its sport bike, speeding fast enough to get home fast. Park the bike and see Nara's car.

Nara who sat on the dresser chair while opening the sheet by sheet of books she read did not turn her head when the room door was opened and entered Reka.

"Have you gone home, Ra?" Rara just nodded. The designer sat on the edge of the bed, "Ra, it looks like we have to talk" said Reka.

Rara closed her book and headed to bed. "I'm tired we'll talk later" said Nara and lay on her back.

"Nara, we can't keep doing this. I haven't focused all day" said Reka.

Nara woke up, "Why are you doing this one day?" ask him to Reka.

"In Yasa's room, the maen games continued.

"Not clarifying the problem by explaining or persuading or what it is, this is even fun with games. You are really yes."

The designer takes the pillow from Nara's hand and grabs Nara's body into her arms. "They, off," said Nara. Reka chuckled while tightening her embrace.

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hayo Reka what do you want ? advanced afternoon ya gaes, 🥰