My husband is my teacher
Cie... Smile smile
Day by day passed.
Latika took a week off college for her good. Especially after he realized he was blood phobic, at that time he wanted to help Bik Ipah during the day fish, for some reason when he saw the stomach of the fish wrapped in Bik Ipah Latika showed symptoms.
Sari who saw that quickly took Latika away, that was when she realized she was blood phobic.
Letika is certainly no spirit and can no longer afford to continue college, Afriadi understood he could not force Latika fear Latika depressed again.
Afriadi knew Latika who was a woman who did not easily forget the problem, a woman who had difficulty letting go of her sadness. All of this is a challenge for Afriadi.
Latika has not quit college for a week. So far according to Afriadi Latika has been a little, slightly improved, can be brought to talk. No free also Afriadi nasehati Latika although slowly.
***
"Grandfather!" shock Afriadi.
Latika is shocked to see kek hit by a lightning strike. Afriadi just came to surprise people.
Afriadi chuckled softly, pleased to see his wife surprised. Not no reason Afriadi ngagetin Latika but there is a reason, he did it so that his wife's daydream was cut off anyway from earlier Afriadi saw Latika sitting daydreaming on the porch of the house.
"Look!" afriadi screams feel his skin lifted with Latika pinch, he rubbed the former pinch.
"YESY!" Latika pain her cheek pinched Afriadi, who pinched her cheek puffed making Afriadi more and more gnarly want to pinch next door again.
"Don't daydream," said Afriadi with the mouth of the duck mouth cake, the pinch getting stronger.
Latika only gave a stiff smile. Afriadi took off his pinch.
"Sad again?" asked Afriadi with his sad face expression. Latika did not wince in the least.
Afriadi sighed, uphill sitting behind Latika his hands hugged Latika's body and his head he perched on Latika's shoulder.
Degs...
Latika's heart skipped a beat on the cake.
"Well, what else do I have to do to make you smile again, out of your sadness. Darling?"
Latika's hair stood saluting, her face red instantly, her heart beating faster ready to explode inside.
"Don't be sad, you will be sad too. If you are sad how is there a persuasion? It's hard for Lo to persuade Abang," teased Afriadi with a cute pretentious face.
Latika felt her body hot.
Crazy, Latika's body feels hotter can be spoiled Afriadi treatment.
"Come on how Adek copes with this cute, spoiled, cute baby bear? Whose faith beats a baby out there."
Idih, Afriadi called himself cute. Want to mix it face, let it be more cute.
It turned out that Afriadi's efforts bore fruit, Latika made a small chuckle.
"Come on what will Adek lakuka do if this cute baby bear is sad?" Afriadi endlessly teased up to stick his cheek on Latika's cheek.
There was no reaction from Latika, Afriadi was a little disappointed. This one way didn't work.
Suddenly, Afriadi stopped talking.
Cup...
Latika kissed the tip of Afriadi's lips at a glance.
"YAHOO!!!" afriadi's little heart was shocked to scream.
Blouse...
Afriadi's face red meet. Afriadi was dumbfounded for a moment, then he looked at Latika who turned her face in shame.
Afriadi's heart beat faster, his heart flowered, he had long been unable to kiss his wife.
"Second again," Afriadi's pinta softly whispered in Latika's ear in a sensual tone.
Latika covered her face with both her hands, she covered a perfectly red face.
Unknowingly behind someone giggling to see them making out. Yes who else if not Bik Ipah and Sari who hide behind the wall.
Eventually this family will escape from the grief.
***
Tong...
Hasan's house bell rang.
Hasan who was still watching the tv, snorted resentfully away to open the door. Though he was lazy times, the maid was called not to hear forced to deh him himself.
Tong...
The bell keeps ringing.
"Patience!" hardik Hasan, open the door.
Sambar.
Hasan was shocked half to death to see Qilan standing before him in a messy state his lips came out of blood.
"Lan!"
Hasan cried out in shock after seeing Qilan almost uprooted, fortunately he was quick to welcome Qilan.
"Hey hey! Lan Lan's!" Hasan panicked on Qilan's cheeks.
Hasan quickly brought Qilan in. As fast as lightning Hasan grab a small towel and lukewarm water.
"Aww!" qilan screamed as the towel touched the tip of his lips.
"Hold it!"
"Slow down you're too rough" Qilan grumbled.
"Sneaky lu. Why is it like this?" hasan asked with his hands non-stop working.
"Gue's San's match."
Hasan's hand stopped at once as the words came out of Qilan's mouth, he looked at the gloomy face, then asked, "Lu refuse until you are like this?"
Qilan shook his head, "Gue accept, San."
Hasan actually stopped his hand from turning his face, he was pissed that was the same Qilan.
"But, ill-fated I was tricked. It turns out that the girl already has a bustle, and the worst of it comes beating me all out. Well, you know I'm not gonna go home in this cake."
Hasan's face was a little pleased, he continued to clean Qilan's face.
"Why is it that grinning is not bad?"
"I'm happy. Lu was single again, so I had a friend hahahaha.." hasan's laughter patted Qilan's thigh.
Qilan stared hard at Hasan, not that he was concerned about his own friends even happy to see his friends suffer.
"Open your clothes" Hasan ordered. Qilan was startled to quickly cross his hands on the chest of the unwilling sign.
Hasan glanced amusedly, he threw a small towel up Qilan's face, "Open your shirt, wipe it body stinks of sweat."
Qilan put away the small towel on his face, glancing at Hasan who was away.
Forced Qilan to take off his clothes wiping every inch of his body.
Before long Hasan came carrying a pair of clothes, approaching Qilan.
"Now, put it on." Hasan gave it to Qilan.
Before long Hasan's phone vibrated violently shaking the front desk of the living room tv.
He raised the call from Afriadi. From serious talk times to fast fast Qilan masang clothes join nguping.
Their eyes were both perfectly rounded so they looked at each other.
What makes them so surprised?
sorry slow up head to a sore run out of smelling the wood overnight so the idea goes all can't be written.