Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.165 The Copet Man?
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In the morning, Riska woke up to the alarm at dawn on her phone, wriggling her stiff body, she again realized that Keenan's hands and feet were still on top of her body.
Riska was getting used to it, she let Keenan do all that, although in her heart there was still fear if her husband asked for more.
Slowly he moved Keenan's hands from his stomach, then his feet. She breathed a sigh of relief as she managed to do so without waking her husband up.
Riska sat by the bed for a while, to collect the lives that had not been collected all together, until she finally moved to the bathroom.
Out of the bathroom, Riska saw Keenan was awake, the man was sitting leaning on the head of the bed.
"Tumben's up?" said Riska, while walking towards the direction where she put the prayer equipment.
"Heem," muttered Keenan, he saw Riska who was already wearing a mukena.
"Wait a minute, we pray together" Keenan said before entering the bathroom.
Riska finally waited for Keenan, while preparing her husband's prayer equipment, in her heart she felt surprised because usually Keenan difficult to wake up.
'Perhaps because yesterday he did not sleep late at night, nor was he too tired from not working as well' Riska guessed inwardly.
A few moments later Keenan had come out with a face that looks fresher, the drops of ablution water that still flows in his hair and face, always successfully make Riska stunned.
"Look it doesn't have to be either" Keenan said as he splashed the remaining water from his face into Riska's face as he passed his wife.
Riska blinked in shock with a cold race on her face. "Well, who's the guy? Ge'er!"
"That's proof that you didn't realize I was in front of you" Keenan debated, starting to wear his sarong and coke.
"Why, fascinated huh?" Keenan looked at Riska full, while wearing a black peci on his head.
"No, who is fascinated by the face of the market! Kayak Abang bnyak's face at the central railway at the flea market with children" Riska debate.
'In the flea market 'there are many antiques sma kayak him, while in the toy seller children like there is a handsome film player foster' Riska continues the word in the heart.
'Ih, why did he look so handsome really when it runs out of ablution kayak gini?!' pekik Riska, cursed his own mind.
Keenan widened his eyes to hear his wife's words. "What do you think my face is, mask? get to the table buy me that kayak."
"It could be," nodded Riska quickly.
"Ish, you are!" pity Keenan while intermingling, preparing to start the morning prayer as a priest, for the first time.
The two underwent congregational prayer after marriage for the first time, now solemn. Riska was quite surprised by the short surah reading that sounded so melodious.
He never thought, people like Keenan who are busy with worldly activities, can still do worship as well as that.
Keenan turned around after greeting and praying, he reached out to be kissed by his wife. Riska was silent, looking at the outstretched hand in front of her, until she finally grabbed it and kissed the back of the hand.
Keenan advances his body to give a kiss on the forehead of the girl who is his own wife, his mother in living the household life starting when he does kabul ijab.
Riska's body brimmed, finding Keenan's gentle treatment, her heart rustling with a foreign feeling that overcame her.
Riska closed her eyes as she felt the chewy object stick to her forehead. 'Is he going to ask for it now?'
The warm sweep of Keenan's palm above the top of his head made Riska open her eyes, she could see Keenan's face was still close to her face, even that breath could still be felt by her.
Riska's eyes blinked softly, when she saw the thin smile on Keenan's face, she seemed attracted by the charm of her own husband until everything felt slow like a video playing slomitoin
"May I ask?" mumbling Keenan.
Riska who was still in her own world, involuntarily nodded slowly.
Cup
He was lulled by Keenan's drifting play, until he slowly opened his mouth, allowing Keenan to venture further.
Keenan smiled as he got the approval from Riska, his hand now cupping Riska's face, holding her back to deepen her game.
There was no reply from the girl, she just accepted. Because I don't know, or is this the first for her? I don't know, Keenan doesn't care about that.
Both of them are now lulled by their own games, until suddenly Keenan opens his eyes and ends his kiss just like that.
"Thank you!" said Keenan while rubbing Riska's lips that look wet and slightly swollen due to her actions.
Riska didn't answer she just re-opened her eyes, blinking a few times with her mind beginning to return to the real world.
There was a slight sense of loss when there were no more arms cupped to his cheeks and a pleasant warm taste on his lips. Recalling that, slowly his hand touched the lips that felt a little throbbing, and moist. Until his eyes widened as his memory of the incident that had just happened exploded.
"All right!" Riska immediately followed Keenan who was standing and was taking off his worship clothes.
Bukh .. bukh .. bukh ....
"Basic bawdy, how dare he steal my first kiss!" namel Riska while giving a punch on Keenan's chest.
"Feel this, you pervert, perverted pervert!" Riska keeps hitting Keenan brutally.
"Jeez, Riska! Well .. I didn't steal it, you were the one who allowed me to do it yourself, and even you were enjoying it, right?" rebut Keenan while protecting his body from Riska's blow.
"When is his brother the same as me? I've never heard of it! I didn't think I said yes either!" cerocos Risk.
"Oh my God, Riska, I'm not lying, you asked before you took that kiss from you! Oh ... ouh .. already stop first, try to remember again!" muttered Keenan, his hands he circled around Riska's waist holding the girl back from falling.
Grep.
The blow stopped instantly, as Keenan pressed Riskaa's back to get closer to the chest of his field.
"Deliver! Brother, let's go!" Riska rebelled against her body which was now in Keenan's arms.
"Shut up and remember what happened after we prayed!" hissing Keenan with a raucous voice, resisting the desire that has now begun to rise again.
Hearing a different voice from Keenan, Riska stopped her movements, what was more when her lower body sensed that something was protruding and pressing down on her.
Instantly, his body became stiff, his mind guessed what it was.
"Don't think of anything else!" keenan.
Riska looked at Keenan's face, her mind trying to remember what happened just a moment ago.
Until finally his eyes widened with a hue on the face that looks to the surface, making Keenan feel anxious with the girl in his arms.
Cup.
One kiss was successfully stolen back on Riska's lips before Keenan let go of his embrace and passed towards the bathroom with quick steps.
"That's called stealing" Keenan said casually, before he shut the bathroom door.
Bugh.
"Based on omes, pickpocket!" Riska squealed in annoyance because she had now lost again to her husband.
"That's a punishment because you hit me without cause, and accuse me of being a thief!" yelling Keenan from inside the bathroom, accompanied by laughter echoed up to Riska's ears.
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