Nackal Duda
Home A Tough Course

What we did was crazy. It's in the hospital and I asked Tari to serve me. The door to the room was closed. We are free but as much as possible do not make a sound, however...

Crit... krit...

This bed kept squeaking and became a witness as he continued to move above me. Giving me pleasure for pleasure that I don't want to end.

We are mutually satisfying and I know Dance also likes what we are doing at the moment. The sensation of fear of being discovered by nurses and doctors and curiosity made this my most memorable love experience.

"Of... "

"Yes Dear... Om likes!"

He looked down and kissed me passionately. We reciprocated, glistened each other's tongues and tasted the beauty of our union.

He held back his voice that wanted to sigh so that no one would hear.

"I.. come out now!" all my energy seemed to come out with the satisfaction I felt.

I put my arm around Dance's neck and brought her closer. I kissed her lips gently. "Thank you, Honey!"

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Utari

I went back to the bathroom to take a shower. Om also I bathe first so that I can perform dzuhur prayers later.

What we did was crazy. Making love in a hospital bed. It's like we haven't vented the naps for months, but it's only been a few days that we haven't done it.

After being in the bathroom yesterday morning that was almost discovered, I thought Om Agas would be kapok and not repeat again looking for sensation when making love, it was not. He wanted to do it in bed.

This crazy thing anyway. I want to reject but fear sin. I miss every touch and miss his style Om anyway. I finally served Om wholeheartedly.

It turns out Om was right, the sensation was completely different. The one who used to be free to sigh now has to endure it. Several times I held my voice and chose to kiss Om's lips.

I'm moving wildly over Om's body. This innocent me now knows what is good and satisfies me. Until we finally get the pleasure of our union.

Still ringing when Om calls me darling. I liked it even though I had to satisfy him just got the call. At least that's in my mind.

"Are you leaving?" ask Om Agas.

"Yes. My clothes are tangled, no, Om? It was neat but thrown away the same Om carelessly. I don't have a change of clothes anymore, I'll take it at home." I said as I tied the ribbon to the dress I was wearing. I threw away the old tissue I used to clean. So this is why Om told me to bring a tissue. He had a clever plan, apparently!

"No. You look so pretty!"

I was amazed to hear it. Om now praising me pretty? Is this also because I have fulfilled her inner needs?

"Om can do it. Dance to go first. If there's anything tell Tari. Om want to buy anything tell Tari ya!" my message while leaving Om's hair that is still a bit wet after a big shower.

"Yes, Honey!" He pulled my hand and kissed it gently. "Come here! Don't go with that guy again!"

The darling? I've called you dear twice today. Today must be a lucky day for me.

"Yes, Om. Dance to go first! Shalim!" I stretched out my hand and Om welcomed her. I kissed my beloved husband's hand. "Assynnya!"

"Glamma!"

I brought my dirty clothes and went home for a while. Then leave the course with a large bag containing a change of clothes. I asked the taxi driver to wait in front because he would not be home for long.

When I was about to take a taxi, Tara stopped me.

"Dance! Agas where?" mbak Tara asked while wailing to find the whereabouts of Om Agas.

"Om Agas is not home, Ma'am." I replied.

"Yes, where? From yesterday it was invisible!" Ma'am Tara is still figuring out where Om Agas is.

"Why are you angry? Naturally I have the existence of Agas. Anyway Agas is my ex-husband!" Ma'am Tara follows the emotions.

"Sir, everywhere if the ex had no business anymore. Want what his ex does not have the same business no longer. Sorry, I can't tell you where my husband is. This is our personal business. I'm going first. Assalamualaikum!" I got into the cab and left the grumbling Ma'am Tara annoyed. Whatever! I don't give a shit.

I finally arrived late for the course. Mr. Adi saw me coming with a big bag in my hand. I put on an apron and washed my hands.

Today's course lesson is to make Blackforest. I noticed how Mr. Adi gave an example of how to make a typical Blackforest sponge cake. We used 10 eggs.

Thank God my cake is made. There are also cakes that are hard and hard. All because I really pay attention to all the teachings of Mr. Adi along with the tips and tricks he gave.

The next step is to decorate the cake with melted chocolate then cut into boxes and decorated around the cake. Lastly add leccy over buttercream. Be my Blackforest cake. It looks so delicious.

I've brought a plastic container to take my homemade cake to the hospital. Om Agas would love to taste the cake I made today.

"Where are you going to take that big bag?" ask Mr. Adi after the class breaks up. I was the only one who put the cake in a plastic container. Because it came late to be my longest cake. While waiting for the cake to ripen I listened to the tips that Mr. Adi gave so that my cake succeeded.

"You're going to the hospital, sir."

"To the hospital? Who is sick? Om you?" ask Mr. Adi.

"Yes. Two days ago Om was in an accident and hospitalized."

"Then what is your Om? All right?" asked Mr. Adi to show his concern for me.

"Alright, alhamdulillah. Om had a mild concussion, but it's fine." Om is getting to me. The crazy idea is more and more!

"You want to go straight to the hospital again? Let me take ya! I'd like to see you!"

Why would Adi want to visit Om? Could get scolding three days and three nights if I was escorted by him.

"No need, sir. Thank ye. Just take a taxi. Om does not like that Dance often bothers others. "

"I don't feel troubled. Can I take you?" pinta Pak Adi again.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm afraid Om I'm angry. If I am angry other than sin I am afraid. Om if angry likes good old. I'd better take a taxi, sir. Thank you so much for offering me together."

"Really?" asked Mr. Adi with a slightly disappointed look. This time I refused it firmly. Usually I still give permission but this time I refused it firmly.

"There are many, sir, for his offer. I say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum!"

I follow what Om Agas teaches. If in the course always do not get the taxi section, just go to the front of the crowded school. If you can't also ride an online taxi.

Later if my license plate is out, I can be independent without the hassle of getting a taxi again. If Om let me take the angkot, that's it. My husband's orders can't be broken.

I got a taxi after walking through school. I just got on board I heard my name called.

"DANCE!"

I looked and saw Father. Oh God, what do you want to call me?

"Sir, speed sir!" I'm on the taxi driver.

"Well, Ma'am!"

"DARY WAIT!"

I held my chest that was pounding. My hands are cold. I'm afraid you're gonna arrest me and sell me.

"To the Hospital sir!"

"Good, Ma'am."

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