Pursuing the Love of Mr. Ustad
Shirt Dinas
TOK TOK...
The sound of the main door being knocked by someone, Maysa and Rayyan turned to the door at the same time and looked at each other.
"Who's the mas?" Maysa said while looking at Rayyan.
"No idea, take a look" Rayyan said, scooping up the food.
"Hem Okeh" Maysa got up from her seat and set her foot toward the main door of her house.
"CEKLEK" The sound of the door opening, where Maysa found a man standing outside his house.
"Sorry who are you looking for?" Maysa asked a man standing outside.
"You're Maysa Muzayana?" There was a hoarse voice behind the mask of the man.
"Yes myself, what's wrong?" Ask Maysa back.
Rayyan who accidentally heard Maysa's question using the greeting word "Mas" was immediately stood up and walked up to Maysa.
"Who's dear?" Rayyan hugged Maysa from behind.
"Ep? this is the mas packageman" Sahut Maysa while pointing at the package box he just received.
"Ooo think in who" Rayyan said.
"Yes because here my job is done I say retreat" The parcelkeeper said goodbye to Rayyan and Maysa.
"Yes, thank you, yes" said Maysa, who was answered with a smile by the parcel maker.
After the parcelman leaves the yard, Maysa and Rayyan return to enjoy her delayed lunch.
"You're shopping online yank?" Rayyan asked after finishing her meal and sipped mineral water in front of her.
"No" Maysa said after putting the glass that had just been used for drinking.
"Why did the package come?" Ask Rayyan.
"The time that the message" Sahut Maysa who looks ordinary.
"Eh no mas no messages yet" said Rayyan while helping Maysa clean the dining table.
"Because? if not one of us ordered this package, then who?" Maysa asked while washing the dirty dishes that the two of them had just eaten.
"Come on, we'll see" Rayyan said, hugging Maysa, who was focusing on putting plates and glasses in her place.
"Mas! don't start off" Maysa said as Rayyan began peeping at her nape.
"Yes, you made opium" whispered Rayyan beside Maysa's ear, and again it brushed the empu.
"Yes yuk?" Maysa turned around and put her hand around Rayyan's neck.
"Where? playing again?" Rayyan asked by biting her lower lip.
"IIiiihhhh why so perverted gini anyway?" Anxious Maysa pushed Rayyan's chest and walked over to the package box that had not been opened since.
Rayyan followed Maysa's footsteps and stopped at her side, she sat on one of the chairs there, noticed her wife who was focusing on opening the package that was out of who it was.
Slowly Maysa opened the cardboard and how surprised he was when he found a pair of sexy black lingerie was in the box that had just made him curious.
"Yyyoungass!!" Maysa called out to Rayyan with her sharp glances.
"Hemm" Sahut Rayyan is busy with his thin device.
"Surely this isn't the mas who ordered it?" Maysa asked suspicious if the lingerie was the husband's order for her.
"Eh huh? no, it's nothing" Maysa tried to cover up.
Rayyan who was curious also stood up and approached his wife who suddenly misbehaved.
"Why the hell? what is this cloth?" Rayyan said as she lifted the black sexy lingerie.
"Astagfirullah turned out to be your official clothes yank?" Rayyan's eyes widened to see what was in his tenteng.
"Astagfirullah mas!" Maysa immediately grabbed her and put her in the box again.
"That's the letter" Rayyan said as she looked at the folded piece of paper inside the box.
"Eh yes" Maysa's hand also picked up a piece of paper that seemed to contain a message, where he knew there was the name of the sender that's how the head of Maysa and Rayyan when looking at the piece of paper.
...Happy wedding bestie!!! this is a wedding gift for you, sorry if you are late, congratulations on serving your husband, don't forget to wear it!! Show it to your sexy in front of her!! ...
From your bestie: Anita
Such is the content of a letter in the box, after finishing reading Rayyan and Maysa was immediately face to face but different expressions.
Maysa with her cheeks reddened like a boiled crab because it restrains embarrassment while Rayyan with her semiric smile that certainly has its own purpose.
Maysa averted her gaze and quickly stepped out to leave Rayyan with her hands carrying a box of lingerie.
"Darling!! where you going?" Shouted Rayyan who chuckled at Maysa who was walking away leaving her alone on the first floor.
Rayyan did not hear the answer from her wife until the woman she loved most disappeared behind her bedroom door.
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In Anita's workshop he was busy with motor parts that were in his grooming.
"Nit! there's that phone, Maysa's kayak!" Halim's voice sounded half-calling from inside the house.
"Yes sir, just a minute!" Said Anita who immediately stood up and stepped her feet to leave the parts that had been in utak-atiknya this morning.
The girl immediately grabbed the thin device on the table next to her cup of black coffee.
"Hello, what's the matter, May?" Anita said after reading Maysa's name on her phone screen.
"Lo crazy ya! how dare you send such an illegal shirt to me!" Cerocos Maysa from behind the phone after hearing Anita's voice.
"Have a bastard's shirt, that's a worship shirt tau May!" Sahut Anita who chuckles because she is sure that the gift sent her must have reached there.
"Lo crazy!" Maysa said, still cursing from behind the phone.
"Don't be angry with him, you better try your first service clothes let mas value" said Rayyan who suddenly hugged him from behind.
"Ops I'm bothering ya, ok enjoy the bay!" Said Anita who immediately disconnected the phone call.
In Maysa and Rayyan's room...
"Loh loh... Nit don't be in matiin woy!" Said Anita when she heard that Anita was about to disconnect her phone.
But it's useless because Anita has already disconnected her phone connection.
"Darling to be quiet? let's try it! " Sayman said a little forcefully.
"Do you need help?" Rayyan seduces Maysa.
"No ah mas already this afternoon lo, embarrassed to see people" Maysa tried to evade and intend to also step foot away from Rayyan, Maysa, however, Rayyan quickly grabbed Maysa's slender waist and pulled her up until there was no longer any distance between them...
seriate...