Mirages
Breakfasted

The next day, Lingga leaves Mira at the apartment for the next few hours. There is something he must take care of himself, and also about his request to Nicholas for CCTV footage around the rooftop garden of his company building.

At first she is reluctant to leave Mira alone in the apartment, let alone her unstable condition. However, the matter this time involved a council member who was very difficult to deal with, if not the Lingga directly who came to see him.

"No papa, Brother. I'm fine" said Mira when she woke up early, and was still comfortable in her man's arms.

Lingga, who had just received a call from Nicholas, was forced to tell Mira, because the woman heard it directly from a phone call she picked up near Mira.

"But I am worried now" said Lingga.

"No, really papa. Brother just go," said Mira.

Linga loosened her embrace, and looked at the woman's face fixedly. He tries to find confidence in Mira's eyes so she can calmly leave him alone.

"Really?" tanya Lingga.

Mira also nodded slowly while commenting on a thin smile.

"Or, you come with me. Yes, yes," cried Lingga.

Mira also chuckles.

"Sir, I really don't papa kok left alone. If I come along, the ones that will even make their impression on you so less good right. The important meeting time of the cake was even ngajakin girl anyway. It was a meeting at the bar. hehehe ..," said Mira who was interspersed with laughter.

Lingga also smiled to see that Mira's laughter had returned.

Maybe not papa if I stay him for a while, Inner Lingga.

"Yes, if so, I want to get ready first well," said Lingga who kissed a glimpse of the lips of the woman.

"Ehm. I'll have breakfast first then" said Mira.

"Not showered again?" ask Linga.

"Ish .. naughty," lamented Mira hitting the small chest of Linga.

the man also chuckled at Mira's complaint at her invitation which was meant to tease the woman.

"Just nawarin. Don't want to be already," said Lingga while getting off his bed leaving Mira who was still upset.

"Basic mutebelin," said Mira.

The woman got up and walked to the dresser. He took the bandana that was inside the drawer and put it on his head.

He walked towards the walk in closet, and chose the shirt and pants that the Lingga would wear today.

"Ehm .. I love it when she wears blue. This one," murmured Mira.

The woman picked up a shirt with her favorite color, and a pair of dark-colored pants. Then, he placed it carefully on the bed.

Mira then went out to the kitchen to make breakfast, while waiting for Lingga to finish bathing and get ready.

Not long after, we heard a step from the stairs. Mira turned her head and saw her man had come down wearing the suit she had prepared earlier.

"Seger really," said Mira.

Linga walked over, and hugged Mira from behind, who was cooking chicken soup.

"Ehm .. was taught together do not want to. More immediately know," said Lingga.

Mira also elbowed the stomach of Lingga and made the man chuckle.

The phallus kissed the top of Mira's ever-perfumed hair, and made her want to continue kissing her.

"I still stink, brother. Mending you sit at the dining table, just aja," said Mira.

The woman was not aware, if the cooking motion retusnya moving to and fro grabbed objects that are far enough away, create friction between bok*ng and sea cucumber land Lingga.

The man also mischievously pressed his own to continue to stick between two circles of crazy belonging to his woman.

Until Mira also realized if there was something stuck in the back, which felt so hard. The woman also stopped her movement who was stirring the soup using a vegetable spoon.

"Sister," Call Mira who glances back.

The man continued to lean his chest on the woman's back until Mira felt increasingly pushed forward.

"I'm holding this vegetable spoon again. Want me to knock let go of yah? No move!" hardik Mira who felt the cooking time became uncomfortable due to the Linga.

"Ehm .. bentar. Just nempel doang, honey," said Lingga who continues to breathe the aroma of Mira's hair that makes it more desirable.

PLOTS UP!

"Aaww!" cry the Linga who is complaining of pain.

Mira actually hit her man using a vegetable spoon that she was holding at the time.

"Sick, Mir," lamented Linga while holding her head in pain.

Hasr*tnya who had been up, now down instantly and only left pain in his head.

"And I told you. Brother just sit there, I again pegnag vegetable spoon. But Brother wants to be hacked anyway, so I hit it, heheheh .. pain well? Sorry," said Mira who seemed to have no origin at all.

"Yes, yeah. I went there first," muttered Lingga while rubbing her aching head.

Mira seemed still chuckling to see her man continue to nag because he really had the heart to hit her.

Soon enough, the chicken soup was ripe along with other complementary side dishes. The phallus that had been sitting, now got up and walked to the kitchen, helping the woman to arrange all the food on the table.

"Thank you, honey," said Mira.

Lingga immediately drew his cheek closer to Mira, another sign of thanks from the woman.

Mira chuckles at him, and gives a brief peck on Linga's cheek.

"Tumbens don't make chicken soy sauce, Mir?" ask Lingga who has been sitting in his chair.

Mira appears to be taking hot rice from an automatic rice cooker for the Linga.

"That's it, that's on the plate. Doesn't look like chicken soy sauce?" ask Mira who is now pouring chicken soup into a bowl.

Mira put a bowl of soup and a plate of rice in front of the Linga, then took it for herself.

"This is chicken soy sauce? How are the pieces small gini?" ask Linga who took a little and put it on the plate.

"For the new form, brother. Bosen if the shape of a large-gede piece is rich usually. This time I cut it small I keep sauteing it with soy sauce. I like the rich gini. More immediately, because I love chili slices," said Mira who sat down and began to take a side dish for him.

"Ehm. More felt the roof. When I go home, the rich masakin is now again. Ehm .. very good" praise Lingga.

"So, I was told to go home, so I could prepare before Brother came" said Mira.

Their breakfast went on as usual, as if no problems were happening to them.

Lingga rushed away, although doubts continued to loom when Mira died alone in the apartment.

Not long after Lingga left, someone was stung knocking on the door from outside. Mira, who was sitting in the living room, heard the knock and came to the door.

He opens the door, and how shocked Mira is to discover who is outside her apartment.

"Now?!"

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Sorry, yesterday truant up🙏

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