My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 23

Hanan was still in his chair waiting for Nahla to clear the dining table while finishing her coffee. The man deliberately has not budged, paying attention to every detail of Nahla's motion that seems busy.

"Udah? Come on!" yang Hanan interrupted.

"Come on? Where to?" ask Nahla confused. Suddenly the situation became stiff and awkward.

"Rest!" the man smiled and let his wife into the room.

"Owh .. yes," replied Nahla suddenly deg degan. A little confused and not knowing what to behave like.

The two had already entered the room, with Hanan locking the door. The more horror was felt in Nahla's mind. Cold sweat seemed to start approaching him.

"I went to the bathroom first yes," Hanan said before going to bed.

"I-iya," Nahla replied nodding as she twisted her fingers. Before he could move, the man looked at him with a smile.

Nahla is confused, deg degan and of course nervous first.

"Duh .. how is this, kok deg degan gini anyway, calm Nahla this is your obligation, all legitimate couples will definitely pass it," inner Nahla calms herself.

The creaking sound of the bathroom door that sounded made the girl startled. So bad maybe.

"Sir, no pa-pa?"

"Yes Mas not pa-pa, I go to the bathroom first yes," said the girl with the heart beating more and more rancid.

"Don't wait a long time, I'll wait" said the man smiling. Nahla nodded and went straight into the bathroom.

A few seconds of thinking, even though there is a feeling of fear, but of course it must be passed. Nahla takes off her hijab, keeps her gown. Brush your teeth first, do not forget to give a little fragrance at the base of his neck. Tidy up her hair and then with slow steps out of the bathroom.

He was confused approaching the bed. She watched her busy husband with a macbook in his hand.

Seeing the movements of his wife, Hanan turned his head, stunned to see the appearance of his wife who was so different. However, he is good at hiding and mastering himself. The man smiled, then kept the macbook in his hand to the nightstand.

"Here's the Deck!" exclaiming Hanan patted the side of her mattress for Nahla to get closer.

The girl complied, stepping awkwardly over. Shame is actually with her appearance, but because this is a request from her husband, of course, trying to put that aside.

Nahla crawled onto the bed, greeted Hanan with a smile. The more stiffening just as the hand grabs the skin. Touch accidentally let his wife occupy the bed.

The man looked at her and smiled. His neutrality implied a burning fog of passion.

"Are you ready? I want you tonight?" said the man while stroking his cheek.

"Let me start, sorry that later might surprise you a little. I'll slow down" said the man again beginning to say a prayer. Then without waiting for a time to meet on his lips that are quite tempting.

Instantly Nahla clutched Hanan's arm firmly, like there were thousands of electric current shock approaching her. This is the first time Nahla has gotten a man's touch. Previously up to twenty-three years have never dated and have not decided to date.

Hanan who had been khatam guided him slowly. Although his wife's response still looked stiff, the man was step by step teaching her with their body language instincts. Don't ask Nahla, this first kiss feels so amazing. He could not define it all with words, only being able to hide the embarrassed hue from his face.

Slowly but surely, his natural instincts began to respond offsetting. Although still awkward, embarrassed, mixed curious and resigned. The woman responds well to every inch of her husband's breath.

Hanan began to grow sultry, visiting other places. Trying to go down the white expanse of the neck so smooth. Breathing a very soothing fragrance. As a man who has been absent with it for a long time, of course his desire is getting hotter.

Amused, tickling, as if screaming with a spoiled mouth. As her husband's tongue began to slip it gave a mark of his possession on every white expanse of his upper body. Like there is a strong urge to be prevented his tiny mouth makes a distinctive sound that can make a man more desirous.

Without being prevented, the tiny mouth began to erotically play its part. Hanan smiled with satisfaction when his movements were able to make his wife look more seductive.

The man took off his own clothes quickly. Making Nahla more red metered staring at the body of her field full of wise muscles. The girl grew resigned as her husband touched her again with an intoxicating abstract gesture. Until the aura of the cold room instantly turned hotter.

The man was getting more excited to play his fingers, meet closer and dare. Until it unconsciously makes the woman half plain made. The sparkle of the man's desire was more intense, no doubt picking up the reward tonight. Before finally the focus was a little crumpled with the sound of knocking on the door and shaking from outside with the sound of crying.

Hanan and Nahla woke up and heard that. Faint, but increasingly clear. To make the man stop his activities for a moment.

"Icha Mas" said Nahla, trying to regain consciousness of her husband, who was half-crazy, ambushed her. Just heating a special path, not yet had time to pass it. It turned out that he had to stop because of his daughter's screeching.

Hanan gave a distance, Nahla immediately tidied up her clothes that were already very messy. Get down to the bed and grab the shirt and open the door. Followed by Nahla who was equally worried, why her daughter was crying in the line this night.

"Icha why?" hanan asked to find his daughter crying these nights. Tumben once her little girl woke up at this hour.

"Ma's nightmare, fear," the girl squandered in her mother's arms. Hanan asked, but Icha leaned more towards her mother.

"Owh .. don't be afraid baby, mama is here" he said calmly.

"Why move, last month Mama slept with Icha?"

"Yes, Icha scared?" answer and ask Nahla to be confused herself. Leads Icha to sit on her bed which is already like a broken ship.

"Can't you sleep here?" pinta the girl turned her parents in turn. Nahla first looked at her husband who looked depressed, then the woman nodded her head just like she did.

"May," he replied, not likely to refuse. Hanan was just silent, the passion that soared was forced to pending all night because his daughter never went back to sleep. Even mastering the bed by blocking in the middle.

"Ma, why is the neck red-and-red gini, bite the mosquito?" asked the little girl to look at her mother who was with an unusual appearance.

"Eh, um ...."