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Mas Bojo's Fuckin' Pussy.

"Sir, awake! Come on in, come on in!" my ears caught the sound of Mas Bojo trying to wake me up.

I opened my eyes perfectly, when someone slapped my shoulders.

The deg!! My heart seemed to be jumping, when in front of me there was a handsome face of a man who this morning had justified me.

With lips that feel stiff I also pull my lips, giving the best smile. "Have we arrived?" I asked with a hoarse voice, and also drowsiness that still lingers in both my eyes.

"Here, come down yuk! Later in the bedroom again" she said by helping me hold a dress that is quite heavy. Really I myself want to immediately change with a negligee or nightgown, it feels very stiff and uncomfortable when wearing a heavy dress like this. However, since this is only once in a lifetime, I enjoy it, as it will be a beautiful story later.

After booking the best one room facilities, we went back to follow the hotel attendant who drove us to the room we ordered.

"Weight yeah?" ask my husband in a loud voice typical of waking up.

I gave back the answer with a nod of the head. "It's okay just once in a lifetime, so just enjoy it," I replied with the best smile.

Now we've been in a hotel room that I know is not as good as the hotels in Jakarta, but to just take a break, this hotel room I think is much better than in my house which makes sure it will not be able to sleep if the atmosphere is very noisy.

"Sorry well Mas, the hotel room here is just like this, must be very much the same as the hotels in Jakarta," I said as soon as the door was closed by the officer who drove us.

"It's okay Deck, the important thing is not noise. It's not too bad either the mattress is soft and the room is also spacious and clean" replied my husband, whether it's true according to his heart or just that to calm me down, so that I don't feel bad.

"Is there anything you can help?" he asked again, when my hand several times failed to open the wedding trinkets on my hijab.

"If you don't mind, the back is hard to open," I replied while pointing out which section should be opened.

"No dong, the wife's help period objected. It's easy" he said as he walked up to me, and began to open one by one the pentul needles that were attached to almost every side of the hijab I was wearing.

Don't ask me what I feel? It feels like the heart is jumping erratically. I think the most stubbornness I've been through everything. In fact wrong, I was getting stifled when Mas Aarav stood behind me and with his hands opened one by one knickknacks on top of my head.

"Do you think it's not heavy on the deck?" tanya Mas Aarav maybe he is also a gerogi in a position like this, so try to open the chat.

"Berat Mas, sick as well, but it has become a tradition indeed and ladies like this complicated, so just enjoy it, not every day. If every new day I protest," I said half joking because honestly I feel more tense at this time than the event when Ijab kabul this morning.

"One, two, three. There are sixteen needle sticks on your head Deck. I felt like I had nails on my head again, "he said, so we laughed crisply.

"Mas thinks I'm the incarnation of kunti. Lydia took a bath well, it's so hot," I said before my hijab completely opened, it still feels awkward to have to take off my headgear, I said, even though the man behind me is already my husband

"Not taking a shower together" he said, I knew it was just Mas Aarav's joke.

"Maybe next time, if not now" I said as I walked away from my husband. From the tail of my eyes I could see Mas Aarav continuing to watch me until my body was swallowed by the bathroom door.

"Alright, Mas wait loh," he said before the bathroom door closed perfectly.

I leaned back behind the door, my heart breaking as if mocking myself who was so ashamed to be next to my former employer. Well now Mas Aarav has turned into my husband. I turned my memory back on this short trip. It is not expected that all the ways of Him are so fast as this, from the employer and the servant, and today have been changed into husband and wife.

After almost an hour I cleaned my body, I went back outside, dressed in a sleeping suit and an instant hijab in line with the color of my clothes.

"Now on Deck. I just ordered food with the hotel attendant later you pay well, the money is in the wallet, just take it all give tips for the danger," he said while looking at me sharply. It was like looking for something in my face.

As usual, I answered with a nod of my head.

Sure enough after my husband went to the bathroom the hotel clerk delivered a table of delicious food for dinner, as my summons say I paid in nominal terms and added one red sheet to the hotel clerk.

"Tumben Mas Aarav order this much food, where is dinner, did he forget that morning and night he usually only eat foods that are high in protein, but like today my husband forgot his habit," I muttered alone.

"Deck...." My husband's voice called from the bathroom.

"Yes, can Lydia help you?" ask me as I approach the bathroom door.

"Please get my clothes in the suitcase, I forgot to bring them."

"Good Mas." Gegas I take casual clothes for Mas Bojo. After picking up a set of clothes along with his underwear I immediately turned around and was about to give it to Mas Bojo.

Bruck...

My body immediately felt floating when unconsciously Mas Bojo was standing behind me.

For a few seconds I silently stared at the beautiful creation of God.

Tessttt hastily came to my senses, as water droplets from Mas Bojo's hair dripped right into my eyes.

"E... Sorry Mas, Lydia did not intentionally," I said as I hurriedly got up from his open. Well, as if the universe was melting me, I who was in the middle of the gerogi actually almost fell and with the movement of one dance, my body did not have time to slam because Mas Husband who held it.

"Why should I apologize, I'm glad to see your red face like that, funny" he said, taking clothes from my hands.

Back I was misbehaved when the man in front of me deliberately mocked me.

"The book wants to be used, if you want to hug the person later," he said while going to the bathroom again. I blinked my eyes many times, as the scent of mint gushed from his breath, where his face was right in front of me. My sight was again stained with a half-naked body, sixpack stomach like bodybuilders made my holy eyes stained because of the athletic body of the mas bojo.

"What does this feel like when the wife wants to face the first night? It feels like the middle of a guts test, all is wrong and also as confused as to do it." I looked up at my husband's sturdy back that went back into the bathroom.

"Prophe Lyd, your betting paradise, if you are able to serve your husband well." I remember Mom's message.

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Bonus Mas Bojo again undressed, which makes the heart of Mbak Lidi so restless.

Sister Lidi baek-baek well, Om Duda sometimes like to forget themselves...