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The next day, Bu Yanti and Anita had already arrived back in Marang City. They are very happy because they managed to get a lot of money easily.

“Yes, we can shop sampe satisfied,” said Anita while opening the bag containing a lot of money.

“Truly, mom wants to buy jewelry let our neighbors on envy.” Bu Yanti and Anita took the money out and relieved it on their living room table.

“But, what's the job of her husband Laras, ma'am? He's the big boss?!”

“Mom don't know, and don't think. The important thing is that we have successfully earned a lot of money,” said Bu Yanti.

“Oh! So you guys are abis from Jakarta! You guys tasting Laras' husband?!” hesti suddenly snatched and slammed the bag of money that was on Bu Yanti and Anita.

Apparently, Hesti was so angry at Mother and Brother. “That's great yeah, you guys!” show Hesti to her Mother and Sister.

“Should you be grateful, after this you will not be tired of working for me and mom!” Anita picked up money scattered on the floor of the middle room of the house.

“You guys are kayaking B*BI!” Hesti walked past the Mother and her Big Brother towards the room.

The girl packed her clothes and put them in a bag. He could no longer bear the two human-shaped demons.

“I have to apologize to Laras and her husband. I do not want Laras to misunderstand, and think that I have told the two demons that he is still alive,” said Nesti with a cocky feeling.

Hesti carried his small backpack and also pulled his suitcase.

“Where are you going?” anita asked her sister who was preparing to leave.

“Where ever, if you don't live with Dajjal like you!” point Higi. He was very sick of the behavior of his Mother and Sister who were increasingly outrageous.

“Call your own mother Dajjal, disobey you!” point Bu Yanti at her son.

“No matter me!” cetus Hesti's. “Partially, you have no thoughts. Remember, mom! This is the house left by both of Laras' parents, all this belongs to them. But mom and sister, always torture him. Always treat him no good.”

“Udah, if you want to go, there go. No talk,” said Anita.

“Remember! Karma is real and real. One day you will get that karma,” said Hesti with passionate emotions. “In your time of trouble, never expect and think to see me and Laras again!” hiti. After that, he pulled his suitcase out of the house. And call an ojek to drive him to the terminal.

“Where are you, Ma'am Hesti?” ask one of his neighbors. When I saw Hesti riding on the ojek.

“Mau nengokin Laras in jakarta, ma'am,” said Nesti.

“Bang, terminal yes. Call it a little, already want this 2 hours,” said Nesti to Kang Ojek.

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The subsidiary company SUDRADJAT GROUP. Right now, Arkan and Laras are sleeping in a room in the Arkan Rungan..

“Mas, how much money do you give to them?” ask her husband. Right now, he was lying at Arkan's feet.

“That money is nothing, if compared to me,” said Arkan. Hearing Arkan's words, Laras immediately shuffled and hugged her husband's neck.

Laras's eyes swept every inch of her husband's face with her two shady eyes.

“Mas,” said Laras wirily as she touched her husband's lips with her thumb.

“Why? Hmmm!” Arkan held the body of his wife who was sitting on his lap. Not that he was insensitive to his wife's wishes, but he did not want to disappoint his wife while at the end of the game and was forced to stop her.

“A-a-I can I kiss? Hehee!” The horse's grin. His breath has gone up and down.

“Cium aja,” says Arkan.

After hearing Arkan's words, Laras immediately gripped her husband's lips gently. Slowly, Arkan began to open his lips. He kissed his wife as usual. He did not want his wife to play by herself.

“Sayang?” call Arkan.

“Emmm!”

“Laras do not need sampe there, Laras just want kayak usually aja,” said Laras who buried his face in when Arkan. “Help me.” Her request.

Immediately, Arkan lifted the body of his wife sitting on it and laid it on the bed.

By default I mean usually, is OR*L **** which Arkan usually does to him. It has been almost half a year since they got married, it must not have been easy for Arkan and Laras. Although Laras has never had a real relationship, he is normal and healthy. So, he could feel that lust and desire.

Arkan loved his wife's body and opened the cloth attached to Laras' body. Arkan kissed and*cup certain parts of the body Laras. The barrel is like a hot worm in his making.

“Ahhh.!” des*han Long Baras, as her husband plays in her area using his fingers. Arkan continued to play it until the peak of his wife's clim*ks.

“Sorry to me, dear,” Arkan said after he finished and covered his wife's body with a blanket. Baras just shook his head while smiling. The breath that was up and down, now more relaxed.

“Don't say sorry again, mas. It's our heart's choice to commit to this marriage, so whatever it is we have to go through it together.

“Rest, if you are tired. Go to sleep, come home later. I woke you up,” said Arkan. The man got off the bed and cleaned his face and hands into the bathroom. When it was finished, he confirmed his shirt.

Before coming out of the room, he kissed his wife's face in a row. “Sleep baby, mas still have a little more work.”

“He’em!” Baras put his head in the blanket and immediately closed his eyes.

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That night, Nesti had just stepped down from the terminal. The clock is 20:47 p.m.

“Bangke! Tau gini, I went on a trip earlier. Ride the old bus betol sampe her!” gerutu Hesti while walking by pulling his suitcase. Talking toxic, that's his habit.

“That night kek gini, sleep where anyway, I. Want to sleep on the sidewalk, which fitting wake up early tomorrow, I think a beautiful girl who is depressed because in stay married with a lover, so sleep on the side of the road.” Hesti continued to chatter indistinctly on those streets.

“Huaaaaa! Don't die before marriage!” hesti shouted as a black car sped towards him.

Ckitta! The car braked suddenly just as a few more stops touched the body of Nesti.

“Oeii! Crazy you, yes!” shouted the driver while opening the car door and getting out of his car.

“Anjirr! Still alive apparently I am,” said Nesti while touching his chuby cheek.

“Can step aside enggak!” the driver pulled Hesti's hand over the sidewalk.

“Don't rant, bang. I'll shout at the abuse, bari tau tau rasa!” cetus Hesti's.

“You!” show the guy. “Your face is not foreign, yes! Kayak looks the same!” the driver seemed to think.

“Kayak Similar Tajaswi prakash beautiful and gemy indian artist is not it?” with pride, Hesti said he looked like an Indian artist in front of an unknown person.

“Huuuu! Your eyes are soak!” the rider was shaking off the head of Hesti who was a little short of his.

“Where are you going anyway? The nights are like gini, alone too. You're not afraid of being kidnapped by O-“

“Woy! Come on, I'm hitching a ride in your car to find an inn. Or come to your house can also!” shouted Hesti who was already in the driver's car and sat in the seat beside the steering wheel.

“This amazing woman!” the driver patted the jidat. “Apes so bad I am tonight.”

“Where did you come in from? Feeling of the door over there locked?” ask the driver.

“Bangke! You open up, get in from there! Where else from!” Hesti seemed to have no fear and shame.

Hear your word! The rider saw the zipper of his pants and also the buttons of his clothes.

“Change! Perverted mind you, huh?” now change, it was Hesti who pulled the rider's head using his five fingers.

“Mesum late effect ZUMLU!” sahut the rider.