Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 151

Sinful Angel Chapter 151

The two roaring breaths of hunting that were mutually unpretentious gradually subsided. The smoldering atmosphere of the room was slowly shahdu. The atmosphere full of excitement wild back friendly soften.

As usual, every time they were after mingling, Bisma most at home hugged Tya and positioned his wife slightly leaning over the side of her handsome body, rubbing each other's skin under the same blanket.

Bisma hugs intimate. Murmuring Tya in the niche of his neck while rubbing the moist back of Tya who sweat after making love, along with a touch of affection.

Tya who also embraced the sturdy clay-muscular body that held him possessive, stroking the chest of the field of Bisma in rhythm with the Bisma rub on his back, expressed his taste through touch. While neutralizing the air rate in the lungs, the two faithfully fondle each other without a word for a while.

“It turns out Vero's story is true,” said Bisma opened the word. Kiss the top of Tya's head deeply. Carving a smile on his handsome face that still looks tired, even though so satisfaction is printed clearly there reflection of the fulfillment of an equally satisfied inner living.

Tya looked up along with the lowered Bisma. Their eyes met in a straight line.

“What story?” Kening Tya folded map the question.

“News about how sexy and hot a pregnant wife is in bed. And it turns out that's true, I so want to get pregnant with you often,” whispered Bhishma tease meaningfully. Smells Tya's face in a row, even his palms grope mischievously down there, squeezing assets behind the wife who is increasingly round contains the impact of the ongoing pregnancy.

“Ey... Chat the men turned out to be perverted!” His punching muscular stomach Bhishma, his two eyes squealing full of accusations.

Bisma chuckles. “Not a bawdy story, honey. Only once did Vero ever heat up when I once said I was not interested in having a wife. About a year after my divorce with Prita. And now I can trust Vero's words, it turns out that it is a fact, ” kekehnya later.

Tya's cheeks shamed with the echoes of gratitude scattered in the heart. Just as Tya was about to open her mouth again, a loud rumble from the stomach of her beloved man interrupted.

“Yes, I haven't eaten.” Tya patted the eel, hurriedly getting up while holding the blanket tightly in front of her plain, clothesless body.

“The reason there is more tempting to eat,” said Bisma who even wanted to attract Tya to lie down next to him again.

“Let's get up and we're down, I'll prepare the food. I'm afraid I'll have stomach pain!” tya firmly trying not to melt with the appeal of her honest husband is very difficult to resist. “I was also suddenly hungry, pingin eat chocolate pudding made by mother who served as a closing menu fitting dinner last night.”

Bhishma straightened her back when her mother was mentioned in Tya's sentence. Just remembered before the ride earlier he asked his mother to make his favorite noodles, but because his wife was presented to be appetizing beat the delicious menu that ever existed, Bisma to forget.

“I forgot, just asked mom to make my favorite noodles for dinner,” he said while restoring hair.

“Hah, what! So before Mas goes up here Mas ask mother masakin for dinner? Duh, what if Mommy waited a long time, how about if you went up here and heard our strange voices!”

Tya bit her lips restless, her cheekbones were gushing red in embarrassment at the possibility of Viona hearing ******wild with Bisma while struggling on the bed just now. For a moment forget, that this is the home of her mother-in-law.

Bisma pecks Tya's cheek. “Don't worry so. I'm sure you understand too, both were young. If you are also hungry, we should now clean first continue to wudhu before going down. Take a shower before dawn. It's been almost twelvepm.”

At the dinner table, they found memo paper containing the handwriting of the mother.

Mommy has made a sauce complete with seafood in a skillet placed on the stove. Already Mother seasoning, you just enter the yellow noodles and vegetables that Mother put on the table to cook for a while, eaten yes. Also, don't over-fors your wife, control your hot blood!

Bhishma carved a happy smile. The mother is very understanding. Meanwhile, Tya continued to pat her own cheeks that heated up after reading the note. Shame it felt, surely her in-laws really heard their.

“Duh, how is this? Mother must have heard our voices earlier,” great-grandson Tya was upset. Clenching his own head.

“Already, don't think about it. Now you sit down, let me get you the pudding you want. Mommy always has a stock of chocolate pudding in the refrigerator. While you're eating, I want to turn off my noodles first.” Bhishma let out Tya's soft shoulder, pulled up the dining chair and was about to sit Tya there.

“Eh, don't Mas. Let me turn off the noodles. Just sit down. Work day must be tired, right?”

“Iya anyway, let alone plus an impromptu overtime just now. I am exhausted.” Bisma roast the horse. Coloring Tya who tonight is very easy to blush into a penitentiary for him.

“Who told him to jump overtime in bed! I'm not the one who started it!” Tya grunted no less, rushing to the kitchen with cute pursed lips. Bring a bowl of yellow noodles and vegetables to be matured with sauce in the pan.

Instead of sitting down, Bhishma followed. Follows Tya like a chick trailing its mother. Hugging Tya from behind. Picking his wife who was swinging a spatula while eluting the wrath of Tya's stomach that pops.

*****

Meanwhile in the hotel room where Radhika worked on Cyra, Radhika seemed to be fast asleep in a haphazard position. The opponent is actually awake and sitting on a sofa facing a large glass translucent view. The curtains were deliberately opened wide, presenting a flickering twinkle of city lights down there.

Cyra who was only clad in a bathrobe sat there casually, smoking her cigarette strongly, smiling obliquely as she glanced at Radhika on the bed.

“Cih, if not for a lot of money and easy to highlight, I really play with him. Letoy so still pretentious to play round-round!”

While in the capital, Prita was jittery. A few hours ago, he got some bad news. Sinar Abadi threatened to be disqualified from partner candidates as a supplier of drinks for salad restos that are being targeted by many people. Indications of fraud bribing insiders is one of the points that make the stolen company in an alarming position.

Her frustration grew when her husband still did not renew her regarding the development of the mission to intimidate Bisma. When contacted back, Radhika's phone was still dead since this afternoon.

Prita also tried to contact Mark, maybe her husband was with Mark. The result is the same, Markus number is equally difficult to contact, because without Prita knowing in the Flower City there Markus blocked Prita number after his meeting with Bisma was over.

“Ergh! Why in this sophisticated era all phones are not even useful!”

Seriate.