Secret Marriage of High School Children 2
Move around

Andra approached his wife and extended his hand to Zara, gladly welcoming Zara's hand, now the two became a spectacular dance couple, between students and teachers.

Andra smiles at Zara and hopes that she will take off her mask and see Zara's face for the first time.

"This mask will never escape your face, unless I release it myself. I want to enjoy my wife's beauty myself and I don't want to share it with anyone else." whispered Andra who instantly made Zara Zara's heart beat.

"Hoo my goodness! Very deg-degan woi! Why is it that every time my husband says something like this, how it feels to goosebumps this body, it's still his seduction hasn't touched it that makes me convuls." Zara's inner voice while blushing shyly.

After all get a couple dancing each. Now comes the time for all dance couples to go down to the dance floor that has been provided.

Andra also invites the wife to go down to the dance floor, with a little awkward, Zara looks still not sure she can dance, all this time she has never done dancing.

"Okay, Sir! I can't dance, let's sit down, sir! I'm really stiff about this." exclaimed Zara nervously.

"Yes I know you can't dance, people usually salto and somersaults, already! You just follow my movements, you will be able to do it yourself." replied Andra while putting his wife's hands on her chest.

"Put your hands here! Then follow my moves!" andra's word to Zara. Zara complied with the husband's request.

"You're not hard anyway sir movement, I'm afraid in the crowd, where they see us continue again." exclaimed Zara while watching around, looking around, all her friends were looking at her who was being taught Andra how to dance.

"That's pretty! You must be fast, just follow my movements as usual. Your people are smart." replied Andra who made Zara frown.

"Yeah! Which movement do you mean?" ask Zara curiously.

"My movements that always make you crank, make you not want to stop if I stop a little, want to be moved continuously, sometimes my waist is tired, but yes, I also like it." andra's reply instantly made Zara smile.

"That's what the hell, I'm in all ingetin, shame sir!" Zara looks shy cat. While Andra can be seen laughing, looking at the expression of the wife's face.

"Must dyingetin dong, let you not forget. That's how smart I am to make my students bar-bar like the pussy who always asked to be taken care of." said Andra by staring at the eyeballs of Zara that looked sparkling.

Both also look so comfortable, until finally many pairs of eyes that do not like to see the affection of Andra and Zara.

"Geez why the hell Mr. Andra had to be with the girl, just try me who was the girl, surely now I am not with this ugly Agus. Hadeeh geez for a long time my head was dizzy smelling the scent of Agus' breath. Crazy kid, must never brush your teeth at home, it's so dirty!" grumbled Anita while turning her face so that her face was not face to face with Agus who seemed to smile with confidence.

"Eh Anita! How come ngadep there anyway? My face is not here!" agus protests. Instantly Anita turned her head and immediately said in annoyance, "Eh like me dong! Males really look at your face, where the smell of your breath again, already ah I'm dancing with you, make ilfil!" Anita immediately released her hand from Agus' body. However, because Anita was too hasty, suddenly her feet hit Agus' feet as a result the girl fell down on the dance floor. Instantly everything stopped and saw Anita who was falling on her stomach.

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Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Author: Asma Khan

Every marriage expects happiness. Not with my marriage.

Who would have thought. The marriage that I consider a cult is a sham. The speech of talaq in front of the corner house from the lips of the Akbar mas awakened me to my meaning for a year.

The rain of daggers pierced my heart, with the betrayal of my husband and my best friend.

"You're just the redeemer of my gambling debts. Not more!"

Tight, until dark say hello. When my consciousness returned, the white paper welcomed my poor world.

"Your only choice is two, be a serial wife or be a night woman!"

Black on white. Now my life is just to be my ex-husband's debt collector.

Can Ara live life as the wife of a foreign man? Will Ara's life always be under someone else's power?

Follow the story of Ara's struggle to find simple happiness in a sacred bond of marriage.

...Cuss to his story 🥰...