The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Snotty

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The middle-aged woman knocked on the brown door.

Nayla rushed to open the door of her room which was knocked from outside. He still wears bathrobe and has not had time to replace it. Her half wet hair made Nayla's face look fresh.

"Yes, what's the bik?" nayla asked the middle-aged woman who had served the Wijaya family for decades.

"Mrs Siska and Mr. Wijaya are waiting at the dinner table" the middle-aged woman said with a smile.

"Oh, yes, Bik. I change clothes first" replied Nayla in a polite speech.

Nayla closes the door to her room and tells Mahen that Mama and Papa are waiting at the dinner table for dinner.

"Honey.. Is it still a long time? It's been waiting for Papa Mama," Nayla opened the bathroom door a little and just put her head in.

"It's over soon" Mahen replied under a shower.

After preparing, they left the room, walking to the dining room. It was there waiting for Papa and Mama Mahen.

They gathered to enjoy dinner together. Now four people who vary in age, chatting feel the warmth of the family.

"Are you guys staying over tonight?" mama Siska asked her new daughter-in-law.

Answering a question from the Mama-in-law, Nayla nodded her head in a soft voice making Mama Siska widen her smile.

"Yes, Ma. Mas Mahen asked to stay here tonight."

"That's dong, it's a lot of this house. Moreover, there are small children running around chasing each other. So it is no longer deserted this house," said Mama Siska, who was known to mean by Mahen.

"No need for codes, Ma. Just talk to Nayla. I made a lot of grandchildren so crowded this house," Mahen explained the code that Mama Siska intended for both of them.

Nayla almost choked and spouted the contents in her mouth, hearing the explanation from the husband.

"Slowly, Honey. Fill your stomach first so that you are full and have energy. After that, we just worked overtime digging the PDAM pipeline until morning," said Mahen who made a red look on Nayla's beautiful face.

'Same child Mama clop really. Sengklek bin oleng. Every day, tell them to overtime. Dikira delicious is playing horses that make the bones crumble dim. But, if you say not good. Why do people do it so many times until the joints feel paralyzed, ' Nayla's absurd monologue begins to work.

"Honey, don't imagine the lontong gondrong. Because my lontong is well-groomed," Mahen said as he blinked one eye.

'Jeez, this om-om has been contaminated with Bridav bang, times huh?' bathin Nayla wants to be angry but yeah how. Time there lontong gondrong. Think of straight noodles that have been rebonded, so no kinky kruwel anymore.

Mahen looked at Nayla's smiling face on his own.

"Hayo, again the shadow lontong gondrong, yes," kekeh Mahen half whispered in Nayla's ear.

"What?" Nayla asked back through the eye sign code and lips that spoke but, without making a sound.

"Therefore, be patient, dear" Mahen teased Nayla.

"Already, already. Don't you flirt and your wife can be a boiled crab, "Mama Siska tries to divert the conversation, so as not to make Nayla blush continuously.

Nayla and Mahen looked at each other. Nayla was clearly at a loss to respond to what her Papa-in-law's question was. Until Mahen spoke up to represent his wife.

"We haven't talked about this with Nayla's mom, Pa. We have to ask permission first, because Nayla's father also just died. Mother's day of mourning may not be over yet" Mahen explained to Papa and Mama.

In the second corner of the netra Nayla has inundated clear liquid. His heart suddenly yearned for the hero in his life. Hadi's father, who has always guarded and protected him all this time, has returned to the presence of Alloh Subhanallahu Wa' taalla.

"It's okay, just relax. There's still plenty of time, too" Papa Mahen mediated the conversation.

For almost an hour they chatted. It was time for the two of them to rest.

"Ma, Mum. We go to the exit to the room first," said Mahen who was asserted with a nod of the head by Mama and Papa.

"Don't forget to lock the door, Mahen. Do not let the PP satpol operate again. And you got sniffed," said Mama Siska and also mocked her favorite son.

"Ready! Mahen gave me the writing on the doorstep. It is forbidden to pass here, sorry there is a excavation of PDAM until the time can not be determined when it is finished," kekeh Mahen increasingly add to the taste of heat on Nayla's face.

'Yes, Alloh. Truly the same child Mama, ask to be entered into the cauldron as a goose-cut duck, ' Nayla oceh in the heart. He did not dare to raise his voice, he could be the one hanging from the eggplant tree.

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After finishing eating together and having a light conversation with Papa and Mama Mahen. Mahen and Nayla returned to their room.

Nayla was lying on a king-size bed in the middle of the room, staring at the ceiling. He thought about his mother who was in a different house with him. Although, now his mother was there to accompany him. Mahen hired two household assistants to look after and serve Ms. Nayla.

Mahen came out of the bathroom, looking at the dreamy Nayla.

"What are you thinking, baby?" asked Mahen who had followed him lying beside Nayla's body, kissing Nayla's forehead, inside.

Nayla turned her head towards Mahen, making Mahen more free to look at his wife's face which calmed her soul.

"Eh, there's nothing," Nayla commented with a smile.

"Don't lie, you must have kept something from me again" Mahen did not necessarily believe the words of his little wife.

"It's not really a lie, swear it," Nayla raised her index and middle fingers towards Mahen.

"Here kiss first. Just believe it," Mahen put his lips together.

"That's what he wants, bawdy om-om. Is there nothing else?" Nayla melengos's.

"Hey, why did you take your face off from your handsome husband?" kekeh Mahen while tickling the slender waist of Nayla.

Nayla who could not stand the tickle of Mahen laughed out loud.

"For instance, Mr. om pervert. I don't get raped" said Nayla, who made Mahen stick her body.

"Biarin, who is forbidden. My own wives. Want me to rape is fine, too" ledek Mahen.

"Stop! Nae pissed in her pants. Don't keep tickling, napa!" nae's protestors who couldn't bear to pee in her pants.

"Yeah..!" screech Mahen, when his hands feel warm.

"No comments! Thankful you said you didn't believe it!" Nayla ran straight into the bathroom.

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