Not Laila Majnun
Dulu

"Go there don't take care of me!" Laila said to her husband in ferocious fashion.

Instead of persuading the wife who was sulking, Lukman instead left his wife, making the pregnant woman out her horns.

She threw the pillow on the bed at the door that her husband had just closed.

"Based on insensitive husband!!!" Laila breathed in her anger. Without being asked her tears fell down her radiant white cheeks.

Laila dared to get angry because her sister had gone to school and her father-in-law had also left for work. His body is still limp but if to get angry he can still. Like a person who is in a pinch he can do something beyond reason and do it spontaneously. After realizing it, he was surprised to be able to do something like that.

Ever seen the scene of people running around chasing the enemy then jumping over a high fence filled with barbed wire. That is the image of an angry woman. There is a hidden supply of energy that can be used to vent emotions.

Laila then covered her entire body with a blanket while wiping the end of her eyes that were still watering and she soon fell asleep as her energy drained away.

Lukman came while carrying a tray of fried rice made by himself as well as green coconut that has been tipped at the end. Straws and spoons he put in it. The sturdy man who now always looked macho was approaching his wife with a big smile.

"Yank.. Let's eat first!" Lukman said he was very happy not to feel guilty for hurting his wife.

Laila awoke to the sound of Lukman nearby but would not open the blanket that covered her head.

"Yank..... I want to go again.... " Lukman deliberately joined lying down and hugged Laila to attach his weapon that had stood upright even without a buffer.

"He is alive. How is this ?" Lukman asked as he swiped the stiffened central part of his body on his wife's body. Laila who really wants can no longer refuse let alone pretend to sell expensive on stimulation that tempts her orgasm.

Her pretty face was poking out from under the blanket while facing her husband.

"Pehape huh?" Laila asked fearlessly if it was just her husband's persuasion that he would eat.

"Seriously. If spent new I love rations" said Lukman while pointing Laila's hand at the base of his body.

"What's this?" Laila asked while caressing him.

"My wife's favorite that could make her break melek ah uh"

"Truly, we try first if we don't believe. The weary pegels are gone all" The man's hand is like he has eyes and moves without command. To places he likes and makes his wife add***h.

"Take it all the way. She's so magical...!" Laila did not want to lose to her husband and moved her trained hand on the young bone.

"Do you try?" Lukman asked who knew his wife could never resist his charms.

Sure enough Laila nodded with the spirit of four-five.

"Eat first until the end later I give the inner living but mingkem ya...!" Temptation Lukman sitting his wife. Laila who had been provoked by passion immediately devoured her food with a flowery heart. His stomach also seemed to know himself and not turbulent anymore. Lost the feeling of weakness from his body. The fried rice and degan served by Lukman in an instant had moved into Laila's stomach.

"It's over" he said, smiling at Lukman like a child expecting a reward for completing the challenge.

Lukman smiled as his wife looked cute in his eyes. He rubbed the leftover food that was attached to the tip of his wife's lips then****** lips taste fried rice with a happy feeling.

Next up is up to you

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Can't wait to finish this story because the ending is unpredictable and I am very excited. I'm sure no one has ever written like this and those of you who read probably won't even think about it.

I was so impatient.