That boy is my wife!
Sultry

"Not prize, but your body?"

I displayed a mysterious smirk as I said those words. Jiya's body stiffened for a while, before finally retreating regularly.

Of course, I who saw Jiya's reaction so quietly laughed inwardly. Not expecting, if the rese boy would react like this. Though, I thought Jiya would instantly give me a free fists-stomach, or a hard slap in the cheek.

Fyi, is it possible that that brat also has the same taste for me?

Curious, I wanted to find out more. Surely, by acting as if it was going to eat the boy round and round today.

Slowly, my feet began to step up following each stomp of Jiya's legs which began to retreat backwards. To the point of not knowing, the boy lost room to move.

For a moment, I saw a panicked look on his face. Likewise with a tinge of reddish hue, which Jiya immediately covered with his own hands.

"O-Om Ferdi what's going on?" terbata.

I who heard his voice stammered so, only raised one eyebrow. Feeling strange with the attitude of this demonic boy who was not as usual.

All I know is that if Jiya gets cornered this way, she'll be quick and rude. But why is he so shy cat today, like a girl who wants to be taken prisoner?

Yes, my guess is correct?

"Oh, what's going on with Ferdi? Ji-Jiya can't move!" he shouted because I had subconsciously squeezed his body into the wall.

Chaghfirullah, Fer. Maybe your hands are looking for a chance in narrowness. Uh!

"Eh, sorry-sorry to the mood." I said, rewind the steps, to make some distance.

"Mood? What did Om Ferdi think? Well, don't you want to do dirty things?" accuse Jiya while pointing at my face with her index finger.

"No, just want to ngetes."

Suddenly Jiya was silent. "Ngetes what?"

Instead of answering, I instead approached the rese boy again just to rub his lower lip with his thumb sensually.

"Es cream. Turns out, the stock's still safe."

The blush!

Jiya's face immediately red dong kayak boiled crab. In addition, he also immediately frowned while covering his own face towards the guest room.

Another case with me, who was standing still with his eyebrows raised next door. Looked at his departure.

Not wanting to be left alone, I decided to approach the rese boy. Walk slowly, towards the guest room that Jiya had been to.

Arriving there, I found the demon boy already struggling under the blanket. Roll up yourself, like a cocoon. With a very careful look, I also looked at me.

"Why are you kayaking so tenacious? Is he not angry? My people who wear t-shirts aja this rage," I explained while raising a little shirt up.

Intended to let go, but immediately shouted at Jiya hysterically.

"Don't!!!"

My movements stopped immediately. Like in the sudden pause.

"Why, anyway? I'm so hot, let alone the ac hasn't been installed."

"Not, anyway! Jiya is afraid of khil-hmph ..."

I see, the boy hastily closed his own mouth. Makes me suspicious of something.

"Keep, that means there's no problem if I take off my boss's shirt?"

After that, I saw Jiya nodding her head slowly. Looks resigned.

Not felt, the afternoon slowly became evening. After that, the darkness of the night began to come welcoming today. I just happened to finish taking a shower after cleaning up some stuff in the penthouse. Choose to sit for a moment on the bed.

Worse yet, I was still wearing a bathrobe. Forgetting not to bring a change of clothes.

Jiya herself, was still busy washing herself while performing an impromptu concert in the bathroom. I don't know what song Jiya was singing in there. To be sure, his voice actually sounded outside. Whether it's a falling dipper, a typical Jiya swear and many more that I can't mention.

Too tired, I involuntarily closed my eyes. Dissolved in deep sleep for a moment, which must be over after the restless boy woke up with a clap three times on his shoulders.

"Om Ferdi, don't sleep yet. Jiya laper, find yuk's food." The restless boy asked me to eat, tugging at my forced arm.

Hadeh, did he forget or did he not feel sensitive anyway, I still wear a bathrobe? If not accidentally released, it continues to appear later who will be wronged?

Definitely me! Kan, I'm a guy. And in girls, guys are always wrong. It goes on.

"Ji, slowly. My life has not been gathered yet" I said as I let go of Jiya's hand which was still pulling my left arm blindly.

Fortunately, the rese boy was instantly obedient. Maybe, if not we will end up with a kayak bacot usually.

"What do you want to eat?" I said after changing position, to stand facing towards him.

Jiya seemed to be tapping her index finger on top of her chin, thinking. "Eum, what's a hot chicken, Om? We ordered it through grab food. You see, Jiya is very lazy to come out today," explained Jiya while grinning her horse.

I'm just a beard. Then, order the chicken through the application on my smart phone, as Jiya just told me.

Unfortunately, Jiya and I had to wait a long time for the order. Which made us both almost die of boredom in the penthouse.

Too long to wait, making Jiya sigh heavily because of her boredom. The boy then approached, and joined the fall beside the mattress where I slept as well.

"Om Ferdi!" call him.

I'm not starting to be in the same mood, just turning my head for a moment. Then refocused on the email that Gisel sent, and I was reading on my phone.

"Of, uh. How about while we wait to play a game."

"What game?" my mouth was lazy, without glancing at Jiya who was now looking at me full of hope.

"Hold a laugh when diklitikin. How, would you not? Jiya is joining us."

Again I just nodded my head resignedly, and just want to follow the wishes of the rese boy.

At first, the game went smoothly without any obstacles. Until the middle of the game, when it was Jiya's body turn that I touched to hold back laughter. My hand moved in the other direction.

From the stomach, then down to the navel and intend to go deeper and deeper. However, immediately stopped at the border between his t-shirt and pants. Keep circling there, to make Jiya come into action.

"O-Om, don't be there."

"Why?" I pretended not to know. With what Jiya started to feel.

I see, the boy was biting the bottom of his own lips as if holding something back, while staring at the dark netra of mine.

"O-Om Ferdi uhhh ..."

Damnit damnit! I really can't help it anymore.

Soon, I grabbed the boy's nape and then****** his lips impatiently. Maybe, it looks so rushed. However, what I feel right now is that my mind slowly begins to erode, each time our lips meet and kiss each other back.