Marrying the Old Virgin
I'm Hungry

The elevator door opened on the floor that Nara was headed to, walking towards the room according to the access card in her hand. Nara managed to open the room door and then stepped in. "Hi dear," said Reka and grabbed Nara in her arms. "Why not go home?" nara asked as they broke her embrace. 

"I miss you Ra, in that house there is Rika and her son. It must be rame and we will not be able to be friendly like this."

There was a ringing of Reka's phone, "A moment," Reka said to the nightstand reaching for her phone. While Nara chose to sit on the edge of the bed while taking off her shoes.

“Iya,” said Reka then silent.

“It's already the most appropriate. No bargaining, if the HRD part does not heed my orders, I make sure they will also get a letter of transfer of duty or dismissal.”

Nara doesn't know who Reka's talking to on the phone. “Not to worry about Mr. Kris' replacement secretary, I have prepared candidates. What is clear is that Selly will serve as an ordinary staff, it is still a profit compared to my firing. If he finally resign yes no problem, there are still many people who are more competent to work,” explained Reka.

Not long after the phone call ended. Design put his phone back on the nightstand. “Why with Selly?’ ask Nara.

“Bikin keep going,” replied Brief design then come sit next to Nara. bring the face closer to Nara's cheek. “I clean first, sultry,” said Nara while pushing Reka's body away.

The design spread on the bed with a view staring at the ceiling of the room. Ten minutes later, the sound of the bathroom door being opened and the smell of bath soap, Reka sat down. Nara was just wearing a bathrobe, standing in front of the seated Reka. The designer grabbed Nara's waist to get closer and placed her face on Nara's stomach.

Smell at Nara's already bloated stomach and stroke her slowly. “Daddy is home, even ready to visit you.”

Nara clucked, “No need to talk strangely,” Nara scolded. “So, Selly did what? There must be some business with you, until you intervene determine the sanctions for him.”

The designer sighed before answering Nara's question, grabbing Nara's hand to sit beside her. While he himself shifted his sitting position more and more up the bed so he could look at Nara.

“I heard Selly was planning a wicked idea to set me up at the farewell party she arranged. Of course I refused to attend because I already knew the plan. But this morning when I was going to the airport he approached and asked to shake hands,” explained Reka and paused her sentence.

Nara folded both hands on her chest, while staring at Reka waiting for the man to continue his story. In her mind, she guessed that Selly must have been doing a skinship with Reka. “Then?” ask Nara.

The designer swallowed the saliva, he was worried that if honestly Nara would get angry and even sulk. “Hm, not my intention Ra, but Selly and I don't think she'll do that.”

“What?” ask Nara.

Nara nodded her head. “Ra, are you angry?” ask Reka. “If I get angry it can indeed turn the clock and Selly does not succeed with his idea.”

Design clucked, “Already, we don't talk about it that's ruining my mood. We better take advantage of this togetherness,” said Reka while rolling her eyes.

“That there is a mood I was damaged by hearing you and Selly, why even you are riweh.” The designer just laughed at Nara's words. The designer shifted back her seat to get closer to Nara, then landed her lips on the surface of Nara's face. Starting from the forehead, left and right cheeks as well as lips. The moment their lips met, the pawn was initially gentle but slowly turned increasingly demanding and hot.

Nara put her hand on Reka's neck, while one of Reka's hands held Nara's nape. The design unravels the pagutannya because of Nara's stinged breath. Then they lay on the bed with the position of Reka wrapped Nara's body. Pulling the bathrobe rope and releasing it from Nara's body. The design stared haggardly at his wife's innocent body, looking increasingly sexy and seductive with her pregnant belly. Also other parts of Nara's body that look increasingly enlarged.

The designer had already buried his face between Nara's two twin hills, playing alternately left and right. The ringing of Reka's phone, Nara who was holding back her sigh also stiffened. “Theka, your phone.”

“Hm.” The designer is still engrossed in his activities, not caring about Nara's speech. As her face descended downward, Nara was only able to bruise the bed linen withstanding the turmoil of taste. But his attention was re-directed due to the ringing of the phone Reka. “They, you answer first, noisily know.”

The designer clucked then stopped his activity and crawled to grab the phone on the nightstand. “Iya Bun,” says Reka.

“You where, should have arrived in Jakarta,” said Mother Meera on the other end of the phone.

“I've been with Nara Bun, being outside,” replied Reka.

“Sama Nara? Don't tell me you guys are at the hotel huh, design your wife is pregnant don't macem-macem,” scold Meera.

“Iya Bun, yes. Mostly enough one macem doang kok, I closed ya.” Design put the phone back. Reka turned to Nara who had covered her body with a blanket. “Ayo Ra,” Invite Design.

“I'm hungry. You have the heart to fight me with the condition of my stomach rumbling,” said Nara memelas.

“Hahh.” The design rubbed his face rough.

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