The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Shitty

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"Hm.. Night uniform? How evasive!" muttered Nayla weighed the uniform prepared by Mahen to be worn by his cute wife every time he came to the house.

However, the basic Nayla kang ngeyel. He instead chose Mahen's white t-shirt hanging neatly in the closet. "Funny times too, wear this oversized shirt. Mm.. The masculine fragrance Om Galak is still attached to this shirt. Naturally, perfume is expensive," Nayla chuckled to herself. And inhaled deeply the scent of the white t-shirt that was attached to his slender body.

Nayla hugged her own body. "Wearing the shirt, it feels like hugging the body of Om Galak, hehehe. How about being really embraced. I can be comfortable! Forget land! Don't want to go home! He wants to lean against his burly chest, Om Galak!" again Nayla chuckles amusedly at the thought of hugging the burly body of the person she once stood over.

After circling around wearing Mahen's white t-shirt. Nayla patted the mattress and began to close her eyes. Sleeping too late by imagining being in the arms of the husband.

The young girl flapped both her hands and both her legs. It moves them against each other. Dancing here and there, free to wander around in the middle of the snow.

Klekka..

Suddenly a man approached her. "Who are you?" asked Nayla who still did not see clearly the man's face.

"You forgot? We are legal to be husband and wife" said the man smiling.

Seeing the way he looked and smiled at the man standing firmly before him, Nayla was scared. What should she do, if the man asks her husband's rights?

"What do you want?" when the man steps back. The more distance between the two.

"No.. No!" Nayla nodded and shook her head. "You're not gonna ask me that, right now, are you?" ask Nayla.

"What are you talking about?" the man said back to ask. "Ask what?"

Nayla took one step back. The girl was confused to see the man who had the status of her husband. The man really did not know or indeed pretended to be naive. To be sure, Nayla's heart is currently stretched when she sees the man's facial expression.

But, the man held his laugh. He felt anxious to see the funny behavior of his little wife. He deliberately pretended not to know the meaning of the words of the nervous young girl.

"Why are you so nervous? I'm used to it, if you look at my handsome face! Don't be shocked! The expired is still a long time! Will not fade and change color!" said the man saw the movements of young girls who were confused.

"No-no! Who is nervous, usually! Don't you fucking know! It can fade the rays of light on the face!" Nayla dodges with flat words, but jleb in the brain. Although a little bit flattened.

"You're Nayla Suherman, right? Not Azis stuttering?" The man took one step forward.

"Huum," Nayla nodded her head confirming the man's words.

"But why do you talk like Azis stutters, right now!" The man pulled Nayla by the hand until she hit her big chest.

"Ouch.. What the hell is this?" tanya Nayla stamped. His heart was beating uncontrollably.

"Nothing. Just take it, in your hair!" answer's relaxed.

"Emmm.. Let me take it myself" said Nayla, trying to escape.

"Shut up and don't move much!" exclaimed The man again tightened his embrace. Until the two avocados that hang fresh, stuck right on his chest.

"No need! I can do it myself" refused Nayla.

"Basic om-om pervert! His brain asked for a bayclin to be clean and white!" nayla shouted as she crossed her hands on her chest, having made it out of the bawdy om-om's embrace.

Despite their status, they are now a couple. Still the shame and fear still enveloped the feelings of Nayla, the young girl who had just turned nineteen years old. With cheeks that feel hot because it has changed the color red blush.

"Oh yeah, people are old! So his brain is so filthy!" exciting Nayla.

"I'm not old, yeah! Not even a head of three! Wh why? Afraid? Scooped up by Jalu!" kekeh the man, making Nayla wrong.

"Whose jail?" ask Nayla curiously.

"Want to go with Jalu?" the man asked, winking his eyes at Nayla's face.

"Jeez, Mr Mahendra Wijaya!" pekik Nayla after observing the face of the handsome man who was in front of her now. He screamed right in Mahen's ear.

It turns out that the prince was Mr. Mahendra Wijaya.

"Why not accept?" sulk Mahen. Rubbing his ears.

"Basic om-om pervert! Om-om bummer!" nayla said as she ran away from Mahen's reach by sticking out her tongue.

"Review you, Nayla! You're finished!" chase Mahen.

It was a chase like Tom and Jerry. Until Nayla gets stuck. Nayla walked backwards as Mahen continued walking towards her. Until Nayla there is no way to escape from Mahen, aka dead end. The more he retreated his steps, until he fell flat on the king-size bed. Nayla immediately crossed her hands on her chest, as Mahen showed a smile that made Nayla tremble even more in fear.

Nayla was getting cornered, until her head hit the head of the bed. Finally Nayla reaches the bolster for her protection weapon. He started swinging the bolster at Mahen's body.

"Go there!" scream Nayla.

Until the sound of something falling from the bed.

Bughh.. Thud..

"Aaaaarrrggghh! It hurts!" lantang Nayla's.

Mahen stood up, though. He just looked at Nayla in pain. From then on, focus only on Nayla's body lying on the bed.

Nayla who slept on the bed with a supine position with a white T-shirt that is pickup to show the interior that is firmly attached to cover the pool that will be submerged.

The sight that immediately made Mahen suddenly dashed unbecoming. He was confused to calm Jalu who thrashed want to immediately nangkring in his cage.

Mahen's face turned pias. His forehead was wrinkled with a brain that was working hard to find the answer. The thick eyebrows on his face lifted up. He was still groping to find out what the young girl meant. Why did he fall asleep in such a position? Does he want to tease her? With his smooth stomach position exposed clearly in Mahen's eyes.

Oh no!

What the fuck! Not now Jalu! Hold on a little more! Suddenly passion took hold of him, lightning-fast paralyzing his senses. With the increasingly rebellious Jalu in his hiding place.

Mahen stepped forward towards the bed with electricity suddenly burning brightly.

"Om Awkward?" Nayla rounded her eyes.

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