My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 25

"Come on Deck, why dumb!" reprimand Hanan when Nahla does not walk. The man had just booked the canary service and immediately got the key.

"Yes Mas" replied Nahla following her husband with brnak wondering. Really Nahla does not understand, there is any business to go to the hotel. Does that guy want to see someone?

"Lake Deck!" he said after opening the door. Permit Nahla to enter first.

The woman hesitated with a timid look. Even though she was carrying her own husband, her heart was still not calm.

"Stretched anyway, dong smile, relax first here, take a shower first also can," he said after the door was closed tightly.

"Hmm .. We did not go home immediately, Icha pity must have been waiting."

"There is a symbol, not pa-pa, I take a shower first yes," said the man gave a pause so that Nahla a little understanding and of course more relaxed.

The man came out after ten minutes with a fresher face with just wearing a bathrobe only. Hanan approached Nahla who had just understood for a few minutes, suddenly her body immediately trembled with a hungry face.

"I cleaned first Mas," said the woman was clearly groggy. Not doing any preparation is suddenly kidnapped to the hotel.

"Don't wait a long time, I'm waiting for you" said Hanan impatiently. Obviously, almost trees and the wrong focus all day failed last night.

Nahla who had entered the bathroom suddenly upset herself. Even though this is all bound to happen, why suddenly afraid. A little longer to strengthen his heart. Exit the bathroom with a resigned heart and ready to start a new life with real status.

"Astaghfirullah ... Mas, just ngagetin." Nahla gasped to find Hanan who was waiting at the door.

"For a long time," the protest was impatient. As if he did not want to waste time, the man immediately led his wife to bed.

Nahla swallowed the salivary several times as the man sat her in bed, then looked at her with a mist of passion. As if he did not want to postpone it anymore, the man immediately pulled the rope of his wife's bathrobe.

"Bismillah .. allow me to begin," whispered the man, peeping at his forehead after laying down his wife. Then down to kiss both cheeks and end up meeting their lips in one pagutan.

A little able to reply after yesterday had been taught the first, Nahla began not stiff-rigid very. Even dare to let out his voice earlier spoiled to the point of being able to make a former widower Hanan forget everything. Enjoying the dish in front of the eyes with so interest and spirit four five.

The woman saturate, enjoying every breath of her husband who served her whole body without exception. Explore to any desired corner. To make Nahla like being carried away by the atmosphere of flying with an unusual feeling.

He just felt restless and moaning softly when something presses and forces with a slow push, but is able to make a puddle of tears out. It hurts so bad, the woman was agitated while gripping her bed sheet.

"Sakiit ... My ...!" nahla shrieks restrained.

Hanan calmed down, pausing for a moment because he felt unbearable. However, not and releasing, trying to get deeper to really make the two become one in full bond reward every breath.

"I'm slow baby, believe me it only hurts for a moment" whispered the man soothingly. Back to give a small touch so that his wife again finds comfort, and does not focus on the pain.

Slowly but surely, equally lulled by the situation. Grabbing to the top of their wedding honey navel. Until something that the man had withstood since last night managed to land perfectly in a roomy, fertile place.

A glimmer of smile silenced the man's activity, as well as the murmur of thanks that came out of his mouth. The feeling of relief was immeasurable and the sense of a million favors that had long disappeared was like being replaced with such an amazing charm. Satisfied, of course, even if possible, and may still want to try it again.

Hanan seemed to flutter, to make his wife helpless pat on the bed. Unlike Hanan who is full of smile and spirit with full power. Nahla limp immeasurably. His body was so tired, pegel, and it seemed to crumble here and there. Especially in the core part that is incredibly sick.

The woman was still sleeping adjusting, in contrast to Hanan who had returned to sitting while looking at her with a smile.

"Do you want to stay here or go home?" ask Hanan gently. Dealing with his depleted crown seems messy due to his actions.

"Bentaran Mas," answered Nahla reluctantly. If Icha is not aware of the pity of being left at home alone, she may not wake up. Turns out the former widower was this charming. Understandably already experienced and khatam, so so trabas, of course make his opponent who is still high-level is his own hassles compensate him.

"No pa-pa came home a little late, you must be tired," said the man as if to know for his actions a little caliph.

After a few minutes adjust to the surroundings. Nahla just got out of bed, she grimaced in pain as she was about to walk to the bathroom.

"Awww..," hissed Nahla was really uncomfortable. Didn't expect to break a virgin this sick.

"Sir, no pa-pa?" tanya Hanan approached. Knowing that Nahla had difficulty walking, the man carried her to make a pink hue again invaded her cheeks.

"Could walk alone Mas, just down," reject Nahla clearly embarrassed. He pretended to be fine when he was clearly moaning in pain.

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm too excited" said the man, lowering his wife slowly.

Nahla took a long shower, put her clothes back on. Walking slowly out of the bathroom, even while coming out of the hotel room, Nahla was a little uncomfortable and embarrassed afraid that anyone would notice her way wrong.

"You want to go home? Or stop by for a meal first," Hanan was hungry. After exercising in the afternoon now his stomach is asking to be pampered.

"Just go home, buy wrapped," said Nahla clearly did not want to stop by. He felt uncomfortable at all and wanted to immediately break down in peace.

"Yes, I just wrap it up, we eat at home," said the man pulled his car over at one of the front of the restaurant.

The man got off the order, while Nahla waited in the car. The woman fell asleep while waiting, the effects of fatigue made Nahla fast sound just like that.

"Eh sleeping?" said the man put the order in the back seat. Return the car to the road home. First pick up Icha at the place of the symbol, then go straight home.

"Pa, where are you from? Which mama?"

"Shhttt .. mama sleeps, Icha sit back yes, do not cry, pity mama tired," said the man half whispered to his daughter.