My Personal Tour Guide
Have Fill Not Yes? (21+ )

The hotel facilities occupied by Bimo and Ajeng spoil them very much. As long as Bimo is busy with work, Ajeng can relax by walking around the hotel area. There are many new things that Ajeng has never seen before.

“Hallo, Bimo. After finishing the shower down to the Moroccan Restaurant on the 4th floor. I'm waiting for my food order,” Ajeng said.

“Hm, Alright baby's. Ten to fifteen minutes i'm coming,” says Bimo.

After calling Bimo, Ajeng again enjoyed the drink he ordered. The aroma of the tea was very fragrant going into Ajeng's nose. There was also a difference with the tea he used to drink when his tongue was sucking the drink.

After a few minutes, Bimo finally came to Ajeng. He kissed both of Ajeng's cheeks before sitting on the chair.

“How long has it been sitting here?” bimo asked after landing his tat pan on the chair.

“Udah 20 minutes. What is your business?” ask Ajeng by pouring drinks for Bimo.

“All smoothly. All is good. Five meetings in five days with each property no problem. I also have booked a flight ticket for us to return to Indo,” replied Bimo while looking at Ajeng who poured drinks. “What drink is this, baby?” ask Bimo. The smell of the tea made his mind relax after a whole day of meetings.

“This morrocan mint green tea. Said waiternya how to pour a drink should be kayak gini... Must be stored remotely so that the sugar mixes and the aroma of the tea is more pronounced,” Ajeng replied.

(Example pouring morrocan tea. Consider it who cast Ajeng^^)

Ajeng immediately put down the jug he poured after he finished pouring.

“Do not touch his pan tat jug, Bim! If you want to hold it must be from the handle of the handle. It's so hot. Later your fingers can not jahilin me again if it blisters...” said Ajeng while a little teasing Bimo.

Bimo chuckled at Ajeng's words. Intentions want to try to pour tea, but not so. He chose to taste the tea that had been poured by Ajeng.

“Where's the tea? Yummy right?” ask Ajeng.

“H... Nice. Mint, tea, just as the sugar feels right on the tongue,” replied Bimo. He returned to drink the sap.

“Iya, because earlier the waiter said make this tea use in boiled all mint leaves, tea is equally sugar,” continued Ajeng.

Shortly after that there was a waiter who came to bring Ajeng's order.

“This is your order miss. Moroccan Tajine with Camel and this one with chicken. Enjoy your meal..” said the waiter who then left. (This is your order, miss. Moroccan Tajine with camel meat and this one with chicken)

The smell of the food was very tasty and stung to arouse appetite after the dessert was opened.

“Biggest portion... Gee whiz... I don't think it's this big,” Ajeng said.

“It's fine, Anyway last afternoon I just ate a little. So. don't worry. We can finish it,” timpal Bimo responded to Ajeng's remarks.

This typical Morroco food is usually eaten using bread (bread). How to eat with your hands. But because the portion of food ordered by Ajeng is so large, Ajeng chose not to eat using bread.

Tonight Bimo looks greedy to eat what Ajeng ordered. So too with Ajeng. Although this was the first time Ajeng had eaten tajine, his tongue was quite receptive to the taste of Morroco's signature food.

“Because tomorrow we will return to Indonesia, I want to buy souvenirs for mama with your family,” said Bimo disela eating tajine.

“You buy where we are, Bim? To mall?”

“No. There is a big market at the end of the road. Around the Corniche is souq waqif. It was a traditional market that sold handicrafts. There is also a restaurant and food stand,” replied Bimo.

Heard from Bimo's explanation, it seemed like the place was quite unique in Ajeng's mind shadow. He immediately spent what was on his desk to get to Souq Waqif.

The distance between Sheraton Grand Doha and Souq Waqif in Corniche is actually not far. But when taken on foot, of course, it will spend a lot of time and energy. So they chose to use a taxi to get to that place.

There are many tourists visiting here. There are also workers from different countries who relax spending their time relaxing.

“You tried turkish coffee? When I visited here, I found a good place to enjoy turkish coffee,” said Bimo. He started to grab Ajeng's hand and pulled that hand.

“Bit no tuh?” ask Ajeng. His feet followed the footsteps of Bimo who walked in front of him.

“Original Coffee must be bitter. But you can add sugar let it be sweet like you,” replied Bimo.

The number of visitors in Souq waqif makes Bimo have to hold Ajeng's hand gam. At some point of the place, many visitors to jostle – urgings. Of course Bimo does not want anyone who is looking for an opportunity to get close to Ajeng or do other negative things –.

(Note: Let's just say the sky is dark^^)

Bimo immediately ordered a turkish coffee and some snacks after a waiter came to his desk.

“Mama just sent a message he said he had reached Jogja. So tomorrow we can go to Solo as mama to nemuin your family,” said Bimo while waiting for their order.

“Tadi mas Idam, her husband mbak Desi also sent a message he said my minibus sent by Mr. Galang from Batam had arrived in Solo,” continued Ajeng.

“Hm. By the way, what will we buy for your mother? Rich souvenir jawelries a set more simple. We can buy at the gold store ahead there,” said Bimo casually.

Ajeng's eyes blinked – blinks digesting sentences coming out of Bimo's lips. His mind only realized considering the gold shop he had passed.

“What Bim...? A set of jawelries? Must be expensive dong..” Ajeng chirps realized.

“It's okay, baby. This is for your mother... My future mother-in-law,” timpal Bimo by rubbing Ajeng Ajeng's hand.

They can now enjoy turkish coffee after their order is delivered. Coffee made by boiling it smells very soft.

“I'm sure tonight we won't sleep fast. It's 7pm but we actually drink coffee,” said Bimo after drinking coffee.

After – days of visiting the city to the city with a minibus, and now in one of the Arab countries, Bimo's business trip was finally completed. He and Ajeng can properly – relax by sitting side by side and enjoying turkish coffee.

“Love you, baby..” said Bimo by looking at Ajeng's face beside him. His hands were stretched out behind the back of the sofa in order to be able to membe lai Ajeng hair.

“Bim... Don't be weird – weird yeah... There are many hlo visitors..” said Ajeng. Bimo's hand shrewdly slipped in and rubbed his stomach.

“I just want to check your stomach. I hope in this there is little Bimo..” Bimo continued with a faint smile on his lips. “Have filled yet? I can't wait for you to get pregnant. Did we go to the doctor before we met my mom, you?” ask Bimo.

“Em... May also,” Ajeng replied. I don't know why she feels so heavy thinking about being pregnant or not. “But, Bim... I fear. What if I'm not pregnant yet?” Ajeng expressed his anxiety.

Bimo began to breathe.

“We will try to continue until your stomach contains a baby. Then let's quickly spend your coffee. We will buy by – by and after that go back to Hotel,” Bimo continued. One of his eyes flickered with a thin smile giving Ajeng a code of what he would do once he reached the hotel.

“You've finished the coffee, Bim. I will keep – also if my stomach is filled baby. Desi said, pregnant women should not consume a lot of caffeine,” continued Ajeng.

Bimo was very happy to hear Ajeng's explanation. That's the sign Ajeng really keep the intake that goes into his body. Although the stomach is not yet known there is a developing fetus or not.

They continued to go to the gold shop and several other souvenir shops after leaving the Turkish Cafe. Bimo and Ajeng bought some souvenirs at the place. After that, they returned to the hotel after getting a lot of groceries.

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“Finally..we get to the room again,” said Bimo. He put the bag – grocery bags on the table. He began to sit down and fit his clothes. “Baby...” greet Bimo by grabbing the hand of Ajeng who is still standing nearby. “I need now (I need it now)

Tired after touring the Souq Waqif area made Ajeng resigned when Bimo took off one by one his clothes. Bimo carried his body towards the bed to perform the main mission.

“Aw?! Bim!” Ajeng screeched because his lover was doing without warming up.

“Sorry, baby. I can't wait,” continued Bimo. He continued to stomp while standing near the bed. Her tongue gripped Ajeng's arms strong enough to concentrate so that his hips could sway as much as possible.

“Aghh.... Agh.... Aghhh Ajeng gasped for breath as Bimo further pushed his body into the middle of the bed. The oval object was getting louder and harder to hit.

After a long moment, Ajeng felt his possessions ache. The fruit area to the nyal also feels sore because it has been hit by re masan many times.

“Bim... Aghs... Udah Bim's... Aghs... I am afraid that there is a baby that has grown in my stomach,” explained Ajeng a little disconnected because the beat was so fast and strong.

“Argh... Arggghhh..” Bimo mende was legitimately full of relief after successfully smelting the liquid. “You tired?” bimo asked while rubbing Ajeng's cheek.

“No, Bim. You still want more?” ask Ajeng.

Bimo also nodded in assuring Ajeng's question. But for the next game, Bimo carrying Ajeng to see the bath up in the bathroom.

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Seriate....

At last.... Business trip is also completed

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