Marsha, Bara's
The Bad Nature of Miranda

Bara comes to Miranda's new residence. Once until he was greeted with a friendly and sweet by women.

Miranda hugged Bara's body, "I miss you!"

Bara let go of her embrace and spread her gaze to see where her lover lived.

"Where did you get the money to buy a house like this?"

"From my savings, Bara."

"really? Not from the guys who take you out and sleep?" bara Syndir.

"Why are you talking like that, Bara?" Holding his stomach that started to bulge. "This is our son" Miranda smiled.

"When did we do it?" I looked at the woman's face.

"Did you forget, we often live in one house?"

"Living together but not touching you. Don't talk nonsense, Miranda."

"I can't lie to you, Bara."

"All right, I believe you. Can you make me a drink?" her door.

"Surely, I'll make you a drink in the kitchen" Miranda left.

Bara sent a message to one of his men.

Shortly after, Miranda came with a glass of orange juice and he placed it in front of Bara

"You don't drink?" She looked at her lover.

"No, Bara. You drink only," replied Miranda smiling.

Bara raised the glass as she glanced at Miranda, as soon as she approached the lips she lowered back. "Make you, after that I will drink it!" he thrust.

"No need, Bara. I can do it myself later," he said.

"Ayo, minum. Bukankah kita saling berbagi seperti ini?"

"You go first, Bara."

"Usually you're the first to do it, we've had one plate and exchanged breaths."

"I don't want to, Bara!" reject it.

"Why?"

"You're here as a guest" Miranda gave an excuse.

"I suspect this drink you gave something," Bara accused.

Miranda smiled, and sat down next to Bara. His fingers touched the chest of the man covered in a shirt. "Why are you so suspicious of me?"

Bara removed Miranda's hand from her body. "As long as we know and are close, I've never met your parents. Where are they?"

"They don't live with me" he replied.

Bara raised his glass back, Miranda smiled grinning. On purpose, Bara spilled his glass on the woman's clothes.

Miranda was surprised and stood up and shook off her wet clothes.

"I'm sorry, not intentionally," Bara said, pretending to be panicked.

"It's okay, Bara. I'll replace it."

"Then I will go home" said Bara.

"I still have a lot of work."

"Yes, already. Be careful on the road" he said.

Bara left the Miranda residence, shortly after a car entered the yard of his lover's house.

I looked in the rearview mirror of the car smiling. "I'll soon break your rot!"

Miranda smiled at the presence of a man. "Hi, honey!"

"Why are your clothes dirty like this?"

"That idiot did it, I'll replace it. Do you want to come?" stare with a seductive smile.

"Come," smiled happily.

Both of them are now in the room, Miranda undressing her dirty clothes dumping her in any direction. He unbuttoned his cheating man's shirt. Then put his hands together, the lips of the two clinging to each other.

Miranda pushed the man's body into the bed and rode it, she went along and smacked every curve of the body. And they exchanged positions enjoying a momentary passion.

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In the morning, as usual, Bara followed his wife to deliver the cake. However, this time it looked different because her father-in-law Papa Candra accompanied Marsha.

Bara repeatedly tapped his fingers on the car handlebar, he sought ideas so that he could meet his wife without getting scorned by her in-laws.

With courage and determination, Bara finally went down before the motorbike his father-in-law was driving passed.

"Coal Gas!" marsha lirih.

Candra looked back, "Well what else are you here for?" ketus tanyanya.

"I want to meet Marsha, Pa."

"Are you sure you want to meet him, son?" Candra looked at her daughter.

Marsha nodded.

"Papa give me ten minutes to talk, get there!" bara's orders.

Marsha walked towards her husband's car. "What are you talking about, Mom?"

"I miss you!" answer smiled.

"Every morning we meet, Mommy."

"But I want to see each other every day" he said.

"Can you prove it?"

"In a moment, I can prove it and bring you back."

"If I come back to you, can I torture you?" Marsha looked at her husband.

"It is with pleasure that you may torture me" Bara replied smilingly.

"Marsha!" call Candra from a distance.

"Mas, I have to drop off the cake. You go home, don't eat breakfast late" Marsha said.

"Yes, Sha. I love you!"

Marsha did not answer just a smile then she passed away leaving her husband and approached her papa.