The Bitter Three's
Night Activities Day

Susan arrived home with a grim face. He looks lethargic.

Even though all day in the office, all rejoiced in praising him. Contract agreement documents from Yudha Mas Corp arrived at the Corporate Secretary and held a sudden meeting to discuss strategy.

All shocked and busy congratulating Susan, without them knowing the plan behind it.

However, Susan responded without a smile. She only admitted she was tired of being busy humbling herself in front of her husband.

Next, there is a plan to resign.

But, why wasn't Susan excited?!

Susan took a breath.

I need some relaxation, maybe a rose bath, or some cammomile tea. Or go to the spa tonight? Still open, huh?!

Susan frowned at the wall clock. At seven o'clock in the night. Mepet, another hour is time to close the store.

If now to the spa will only trouble its employees.

After taking a short shower and changing clothes, Susan threw her body on the living room couch and turned on the tv. Somehow he needed to breathe fresh air in the spacious room. He rarely watches tv.

The ARTs and the other housekeepers had already returned to their respective rooms in the back pavilion. So that luxurious house feels lonely.

I heard the sound of Alwa's voice teaching at the mosque. His voice was clear and soothing.

Susan listened to him in silence. Somehow, the dizziness in his head gradually disappeared.

Susan can teach and speak Arabic, because they also opened a branch office in Dubai. But yes you can guess, he very rarely does.

Alwa came out of Mushola about 15 minutes later, while Hanifah was in her room.

"Assalamu'alaikum Sister Susan!" Sapa Alwa's.

Susan glanced at him cynically, "Greetings," she replied.

"Tumben clock is home, Ma'am. But why is Susan's face pale?"

"Many problems in the office," He is still upset with Alwa, but it is not Alwa's fault.

"Want me a massage, or will I have some tea?"

Hm, hm,

A tempting offer.

"May, shoulder to waist aches," sizzled Susan.

"I'll get you an aromatherapy, a lavender one to relax," and the hijab-wearing lady walked into her room in quick steps.

Finally for half an hour, Alwa massaged Susan while watching the soap opera, while Susan massaged while browsing social media.

"Hey Alwa," call Susan all of a sudden.

Alwa immediately screeched. "Alhamdulillah!"

"Huh?" Susan was shocked

"Finally Susan called meuuuu!" Alwa looked happy while covering her laughter with hands covered in massage oil.

"No need to be lazy, make noise yourself!" Grunts Susan.

"I'm this cool, Ma'am,"

"Bodo very,"

"What is Mbaaaak?" It seems that Alwa has been able to adjust to Susan's malice. He continued his massage.

"What's David's style when you guys make love?"

Alwa immediately stopped her massage. Then I looked at Susan in shock.

Instantly,

Alwa's face was instantly red.

"A-anuuuuu, how come suddenly mbak?"

"Can't you ask that?"

"Yaaa not souuu, duh I'm ashamed of you,"

"We are both women, and both his wives,"

"Eh, yes Ma'am, hehehehe, I'm ashamed!"

Susan just sneered to see Alwa wrong behavior until her body was wriggling so.

It is so cute, ciwi! Inner Susan ketus.

Susan didn't want to ask. But it turns out his curiosity is quite big.

"David likes to wear what style? No foreplay yet? His wife is obliged to dance and not? Lingerie or naked?" Susan asked repeatedly.

"Eh? What Ma'am? The porplei? That's what mbak? Is that a porepack?" Alwa asked back.

"Foreplay, Wawaaa! Warm up!"

"What does warming mean? How can an oven be heated before the cake is entered? Brother Hanifah likes to heat the oven first, before putting the dough,"

Susan took a breath.

"Before you make love, do the sex scene, what are the subtle terms, have sex, do obligations, make children, whatever it is," Susan snorted.

Alwa's face was getting red.

"David likes to use what rituals? Is it a joke first, or a kiss first, or a hug first, let Miss Vi you slippery and she enters easily, or just play a hit? It's not clear what I'm trying to ask?!"

"Eh? Miss Vi who's Mommy?" Alwa squinted her eyes.

"Astaganagabonarbagger!" Susan was impatient. "What activities are you doing in your room?" Susan grumbling.

"This is the tea," suddenly Hanifah came to bring peppermint tea with honey.

"Sister Hani, I don't understand," Alwa asked Hanifa for help.

Hanifah grinned.

Ever since he was asked to help Alwa to make tea, he had been listening from behind the kitchen. And he understood what Susan meant. But Alwa was indeed more innocent than Hanifa, so did not understand Susan's intentions.

"I can answer yes Sister Susan," Hanifah grinned, "We are still together with clothes attached to our bodies. Sunnah. Usually Abi chatted first, we talked from heart to heart. Kissing is usually normal. On the forehead or cheeks,"

"Ooh that's what you want to ask? Ih I thought what hihihi," Alwa giggled.

"Aren't you swallowing?"

Hanifah shook her head, "Know I can't, Ma'am. We're even still with our hijab, really,"

"Where's it good?!"

Alwa and Hanifa fell silent.

"Eh, yes it does matter. But Abi likes to ask sick or not, usually after that he moves more gently,"

"So he didn't even see the inside of you behind that robe?!" susan asked, according to the woman, this is very strange.

Alwa and Hanifah shook their heads.

"You've never seen David without his clothes?!"

Hanifah's face turned red, then she shook her head.

"Geez, what a hell of a bitch, I don't feel bad about it" Susan sneered.

And finally the three of them fell silent in the family room while chattering together and watching Alwa's favorite soap opera.

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An hour later, David came home.

"There you're ready, it's your turn, right?" Hanifah said to Alwa.

"Damn! Yes, I want to wear the perfume that Susan was buying yesterday. It looks like Abi likes the fragrance,"

David walked into the house with firm steps. His face looked serious.

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said. He looked at his three wives.

Poisoned especially Alwa and Hanifa?! Sudzon.

As usual, his two wives immediately took care of David, while Susan was busy with her cellphone, acting indifferent.

"Anuuu, Abi. It's time for my schedule" whispered Alwa with sparkling eyes.

"Hum," David just muttered. Actually he's tired.

"Abi, may I wear a perfume at the time? Hehe,"

"Alwa, it looks like the schedule should be pushed back first huh,"

Alwa's eye was instantly gone.

"I'm not fit, there's work to be done tonight" David said, rubbing Alwa's cheek.

"Oh, is that it? Abi need what? Later Alwa prepared," Alwa's voice sounded rather trembling.

"No need, you just rest first" David said as he headed to his room.

"Susan, please,"

Susan glanced at David,

"Hm?"

"I want to talk, work. In a normal place?"

"Yes, I'll get the laptop first,"

When David disappears into his room to clean up, Susan takes a glance at Alwa.

The woman was standing behind the kitchen door, with her back up and down as she pleased.

Susan was silent.

Because he did not understand why Alwa was so sensitive.