The Conqueror of Love the Heir
THE PCSP 51

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Before his wife managed to escape, Mahen had already pulled Nayla's body into his arms. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom!" show Nayla. Still trying to escape from her husband's arms.

Mahen is already addicted to Nayla catfish pond. Want to repeat back to make love with his little wife. However, at this moment Nayla looked very tired.

Mahen stroked the beautiful side of his little wife's face, with fingers until adventuring back on Nayla's back that did not stick to a single thread.

"Emmm.. His hands don't be naughty" Nayla protested, trying to topple her body. But it was restrained again by the smiling man's hand grinning towards Nayla.

Currently, the bodies of the two are still stuck together and lying on a king-size bed in a soundproof room with clothes scattering on the floor of the room.

The desire in the morning that approached again, making Mahen could not refuse to not feel the sweet candy of Nayla. While Nayla will accidentally paint abstract fad over the chest of her husband's field with her lentic fingers.

The soft touch, as if providing bait for a male lion who wants to immediately pounce on his prey.

"Honey.. Want more," Mahen's hoarse voice rang out clearly in Nayla's ears.

Like a child who finds a new toy and does not want to let go. Mahen directly attacked the chewy object belonging to Nayla that feels sweet in his senses. His little wife could feel Mahen's heartbeat so fast and irregular. The strange murmur came back to burst into Nayla's body. Nayla shuddered in horror, as Mahen kissed her neck and ears. Makes Nayla feel hot cold.

However, suddenly their intimacy is spread by the ringing sound of a metallic blue cell phone chuckling on the nightstand.

Mahen snorted in annoyance. "Who dares disturb my morning with my little wife?"

Netra Mahen narrowed down to see the name of Gala Hilton who dared to contact her.

"Hello, what's the big news?! If it doesn't matter, I stop the flow of numbers in your account!" mahen said with a cell phone stuck to his right ear.

"Boss, this gaswat..," Gala reported the hot news, that morning.

"Hot news? What's that supposed?" peekit Mahen's.

"Sorry, Boss. Some are intent on taking down Boss Mahen by spreading photos of Boss Mahen's wedding to Miss Nayla, the other day."

Mahen leaned against the head of the bed with a difficult-to-understand facial expression. "Who dares to play with fire? The show was completely closed! Find out who's behind it!" titah Mahen's.

"Good, Boss. But for a while, Miss Nayla don't leave the house first. Because for sure, many journalists covered this news. Miss Nayla is also a top target for news seekers.

"Yes, I've been anticipating it. Journalists are smart to accompany opinions, by rubbing them to get hotter. And the victim and prime suspect is Nayla, my little wife! I don't want anything bad to happen to Nayla! Understand!" mahen's voice sounded full of emphasis.

"Faham, Boss." Gala's not done talking, but the phone line was turned off first by Mahen. The behavior of the Boss, which has been memorized by his personal assistant.

Flat objects have been placed back on the nightstand. Just now Mahen stuck his head in the neck niche of his little wife's level. Suddenly there was the sound of a door slamming from outside his room.

Brokkkc.. Brokkkc..

"Mahen..!!" the voice of the middle-aged woman called out the name of someone who was in the tightly closed room.

By continuing to bang on the door and shouting loudly, Mama Siska did not want to give up to make out the occupants of the room.

"About having a new pool, you swim every day!" aspirat Mama Siska. "You want to be your son, yes, Mahen!" again Mama Siska cursed her only child who was soaking in her new daughter-in-law's catfish pond.

Vaguely the newlyweds, heard a noise outside his room.

"Mas, who's outside?" asked Nayla who widened her eyes.

"Just bother," grumbled Mahen, who moved out of his soft bed.

Chequek..

Mahen, who was only wrapped in a blanket on his body, opened the door of his dwelling room. By opening the door a little, and just bend his head to see who the person who had dared to pound on the door of his room was tight. "Mama? Why did you come here so early in the morning?" screeched Mahen with widened eyes.

Looking at the open door of the room, Mama Siska did not waste the opportunity to break into Mahen's room.

"Just open the door, let it go!" onel Mama Siska, while gliding in.

"Damn.. Mom is not polite. Play nyelonong boy!" mahen's tone of voice that unintentionally increased due to the encouragement made by Mama Siska, until his body hit the wall of the room.

"What's? Whahuh? How dare you be with Mom? Want to be cursed to be a baby again?!" hardik Mama Siska ruffled waist.

"This is Mahen's privacy shutter, Mrs Siska!" Mama Siska already understood, if her beloved son mentioned Madam to call himself. It was a sign that his son was protesting against his actions.

"Mama just wants to have an important conversation with you guys" said Mama Siska with an intimidating look.

"But Mama can wait outside," sewot Mahen, with a mind that floated because of the failure of the Jalu who wanted to soak back.

"Ohh, have you dared to play banning room entry, now?" Mama Siska squinted her eyes sharply.

"Chose, Mama! Where there is like that, but now Mahen again both the same Nayla. Disturb, know!"

"Disturb your head!" Mama Siska tapped Mahen's head with her hands.

Mahen ruffled his hair rough. Then, shut the door of his room. When he turned around, he realized that his wife was still naked on a big bed, wrapped in a blanket.

Nayla who was stunned to see the debate Mama vs. her son, immediately covered her body until only her head was visible with a state of disheveled hair.

Withholding a smile Mama Siska teased her son and daughter-in-law who looked at each other and spoke through the eyes. "Mama, bother ya?" netra saw their underwear still scattered on the floor near the bed.

"No!" sahut Mahen moved quickly towards his little wife. "This is very, yes. Have a mother who is very attentive to her child," Mahen quipped.

Nayla could only bow her head deeply, her crab-boiled face confused as to where to hide.

Mama Siska who kept her gelatinous smile, saw the daughter-in-law with a trace of love painted by her son, adorned the neckline of her row which had pure white skin until it was clearly visible red stamp belonging to Mahen.

"What does your mother want to talk about?" Mahen urged his mother to immediately express her intention of arrival.

"Do we have to hold a press conference?" mama Siska asked her to start her conversation that morning.

Mahen, who had been able to immediately catch Mama Siska's proposal, immediately cut it. "If the problem, it's been handled by Gala. Mama does not have to worry about it all," said Mahen while holding his hands Mama walked to the exit of her residential room.

"Mahen.. Mama's not done talking!" mama Siska shouted from outside Mahen's room and continued banging on the dark brown door.

"Mrs...!!" mahen shouted while leaning over his athletic body on the body of his little wife.

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