OB BELONGS TO THE CEO
EKTRA PART: FAILED WAR
Gilang and Gita are new players, minimal referrals about the style of love. So that when Gilang took her to take a bath together, Gita would really just take a shower. Wandering his body under the shower, then soaking his own body, even by turning his back to Gilang who was already bored without any cover on his body.
"A'a.. It is better to splash in the bath up or use boxer deh. I am glad to see it." Gita orders Gilang who has hugged her from behind.
"Neng.. We try while standing yuks." Invite Gilang squeezing squshy that is wet and slippery because of the soap foam.
"A'a. But what's the toilet doing?" Gita reminded her husband.
"Later lip eneng a'a duct tape lip a'a deh, let's not scream." whispered Gilang who is able to make the fur of Gita's nape bristles.
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"Sir.. Mr. Gilang... Is it inside?" typical scream bi Inah from outside the bathroom in Gilang room.
"Silver." The pouting Gita who had almost agreed would fight in their bathroom.
"Yes bi... Why?" yelled Gilang who was actually about to start his new game.
"Everything in this bag, it's moving into my dad's closet?" tananya with a soprano tone rather deflated.
"Yes Bi, neat stacking and taroh." Gilang no less screaming to be heard bi Inah.
"Okay, get it done." Reply cheerfully.
Gilang began to greet Gita's lips gently, sweeping the neat rows of white teeth with a super soft movement. Slowly wrapped around each other's chewy organs in there, mengadut ria change the slow rhythm was gradually fast, making the breath of the two hunt each other, asking for more attacks than just a mere lip fondling.
"Paac..." Bi Inah was heard calling out plus mending the door back. And not at sahut.
"Here's his shirt on the floor in the wardrobe of all the fathers or in which room? it's all girl's clothes, sir. There was no father's shirt." he shouted that he did not know his employer was married.
"Yes bi.. stack it in my closet." shouted Gilang whose hands had shimmered not to take off the defiant Gita squushy towards him.
"Neng.. handle the same jaka dong." His whisper slowly while biting Gita's earlobe.
"A'a.. ticklish." Erang Gita felt the roar of breath that blew into his ear hole.
Gilang directs Gita's body under the shower again, so that the soap foam is lost. He wanted to stuff the squushy shoots with his mouth, meng ulum perfectly dissatisfied just twist with fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers. While the jaka is already a good position to be in the hands of the full Gita.
Ten minutes passed, Gita and Gilang's faces were as red as ripe tomatoes. Sort of holding something that wants to explode, even though there is no agenda meeting between the iting and the jaka. Just fingering each other, grasping as if the road in place alone, back and forth beautiful, beautiful. But for them it was full of excitement. Both are still sensitive, nagging little on.
"Paak... Gilang. Is it really all in your closet? In other boxes are also many women's shoes. What's in the stacking all on the front shelf?" there was another scream of a mother who did not know if inside her employer almost a fire.
"Hiiish. ah A' continued to night. Males neng will be." grunts Gita who chose to throw herself into the bath up. And jaka shrunk.
With a somewhat furious face, Gilang took the original bathrobe and then put it on his athletic body. Just tie and then get out the bathroom.
"A... A'.." call Gita to Gilang undo his intention to go out of the bathroom.
"What the hell is bi... yell?" Hardik Gilang on bi Inah who turned out in his ear was stuffed with a headset.
"Wuaahahaaaa. Who do I help?" Instead of being afraid, bi Inah actually mengeledek Gilang. That's why Gita called Gilang. Because her husband just took her bathtobe.
Gilang remove the headset that hangs in Bi Inah's ear.
"Auntie. Now Gilang tea is married. It's all Gilang's wife's clothes. Tuh, in the dalem the guy's taking a shower. Ntar Gilang knows auntie, okay?" Obviously Gilang who has lost the desire to love because of the scorching bi Inah, boro-boro play two hours. Nahshiiib.
Gita had finished her bath, had to dry her body with a towel, wrapped around her wet hair up, then used Gilang's blue bathrobe to wrap her body and came out to meet the mother.
"Sore bi, sorry this acquaintance. I'm Gita a'a Gilang's wife." said Gita politely extended her hand to shake hands with bi Inah who seemed to ring to see Gita who just came out of the bathroom.
"Masyaallah. wife of Gilang bidadari. Beautiful pisan euuy." compliments spontaneously.
"Hahaha. bibi is equally rich a'a. Likes to hide." Gita while grabbing one short dress and underware without b.r.a. Then he went back to the bathroom to put the clothes on.
"Neng..kok in the key." shouted Gilang who thought Gita would continue the activity earlier.
"Hmm. Shower there." The Gita order that came out with the dress was already attached even without me pliers in it.
Gilang scratched his head that suddenly itched, failed to shoot while standing in the bathroom due to the blow of the beloved mother.
Gita sat on the edge of the bed folding her clothes, helping bi Inah while explaining which clothes she should arrange according to her taste.
"This is bi. Later if the home dress is this row all, if the shirt is this row all, let Gita easily take it. Trus if the Gita underware folds a small shampoo in rolls like this, so save space and neat." explained Gita politely and carefully on bi Inah.
"Well. But, by the way, all the clothes are cool, huh? dad's clothes are five." Wonderful Huge on Gita.
"Yes, we just stopped by the Gita kost. After this just to a'a's house take his things a'a." Gita again.
"Oh... So you're the same mom just came?"
"Yes bi, just a few minutes ago in this house."
"Well..wedding when is mom? how do you take Gilang's wife?"
"We got married in Jakarta bi, a week ago." Answer Gita with a smile and hands that still deftly fold her clothes, so that the work of the mother is quickly completed.
Glazed was in the bathroom doorway, but did not come out. Because Gita has been swiftly thrusting clothes for Gilang install in the bathroom.
"Is not here in the event ngunduh mantu ma'am... let the neighbors know if the Gilang pa already married?" kepo bi Inah again.
"bi not yet. This is all we just got back from work yesterday. So haven't talked about it." Patience Gita face this ART part time.
Gilang threw his body on his soft mattress, with a prone position.
"A' .. So I'm home this afternoon?"
"Yes so, but a'a sleep a little. Cape drive." The answer is still somewhat upset with bi Inah who really did not know the agenda of the ceasefire plan in the bathroom earlier.
Gita just smiled towards bi Inah.
"OK. muele ma'am. Cepet finished if helped gini." said Inah satisfied with the arrangement of clothes that had lined up neatly in the closet.
"Excuse me, aunt takes care of shoes and some others yes. Have a good rest." He was polite to Gita.
"It needs to be directed to make the shoes bi?" tanya Gita is worried that her rest time will be interrupted by bi Inah's pounding again.
"No ma'am. Aunt understood." she replied ambiguously.
Gita also smiled while delivering bi Inah to the door of their room.
"Lock the door...!! Turn off lights...!!!" the sound of the cross sinking because it faces the pillow
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