THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
Stay at the House of In-Law

Returning home that has become a place to grow up is the thing that Sabia wants to do since feeling her marriage to the Emperor did not run smoothly as she had dreamed. But, not in this way he wanted to go home. Not by being dragged forcibly like his father did.

"Still craving, huh?" teased Pak Darma when he saw Sabia's face was still a manyun since arriving at this house a few hours ago.

Sabia did not say, her lips conical perfectly, making anyone who saw must be anxious to pinch the tiny and thin lips.

"Emperor must have come here. Just wait. Since you got married, you haven't been back in this house again, have you?!" fuck Mr. Darma jealous. He shifted his seat to Sabia's place.

"That's because the Emperor is busy, Father. Not because Bia doesn't want to go home!"

"Yeah, I know. That's why I brought you back here, but there was no Emperor, rather than you being lonely!"

Bia did not say, his father was right. Before long silent, a pair of hands suddenly touched his stomach and tickled him. The father's habit when Sabia snags is to tickle her until the girl gives up and asks for forgiveness. Sabia's laughter broke out, stirring the entire house that was recently deserted because the luncher was no longer living in the house.

But it turns out that the arrival of the Emperor interfered with the familiarity of the father and son. Mr. Darma who felt the Emperor had taken his beloved daughter always considered the young man a great rival. He still did not want Sabia to get married at this young age. Sabia should have gone to college, she shouldn't have allowed her daughter to take a year off after graduating from High School.

Because he still misses Sabia and wants to know the Emperor more deeply, Mr. Darma does not allow his daughter to go home. He would test the Emperor's patience and feelings for Sabia. And tomorrow, it will be a big day for Mr. Darma to mentally train his new son-in-law.

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Inside the pink wall-painted room, a 160 cm bed with a crown-shaped headbed, a royal princess-style dresser, the Emperor could never close his eyes.

Since an hour ago, Sabia had been asleep in her sleep. As usual, the girl was very easy to sleep in precarious conditions though.

The emperor was trapped, rather framed! If not for fear of imprisonment, surely his ego as a mature adult man would refuse firmly to marry a snot girl like Sabia. Just imagine, a masculine Emperor with a sixpack body, a thin sideburn along the jaw and a typical baritone voice of a real man must sleep in a room that is more suitable to live in by a six-year-old! Not at all cool and prestigious, striking down his pride as a real man.

With an annoyed grunt, the Emperor turned around and hit his sleeping position opposite Sabia. The face that during this month adorned his days was closed with regular breathing.  The Emperor wondered to himself inwardly, had Sabia never been afraid while sleeping with the opposite sex like this? Sabia is very slab to the size of a girl her age. As the Emperor recalled, when he was Bia's age, he already knew what the world's favor was despite having to do it with the help of soap. Patricia was the first woman to gain her virginity, teaching her naughty things that made her addicted. Unfortunately back then, the Emperor was not the first man for a girl as beautiful as Patricia. While staring at Sabia's tiny face, slowly the Emperor's eyes began to feel heavy.

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Patricia grasped the junior shrewdly, The Emperor who was already on the verge of his enjoyment could only look down.

"Oh, Pat ..."

The grip is getting tighter, moving up and down constantly. The Emperor loved it very much, a favorite part of every time he did it with Patricia. The tighter it was, the more it made it difficult for the Emperor to catch his breath.

"What's this?"

Deg.

The emperor opened his eyes and found a surprising sight. Sabia was holding her junior who was standing straight down there. Nah!

"What are you doing?!" the Emperor was shocked.

"I'm looking for my wand. Did you move it? Last night I put it next to me."

"What is this?" Sabia again gripped the junior in curiosity.

"Get your hands off there, Bia!"

Sabia frowned in wonder. "Why indeed?" Bia further tightened his grip until the Emperor's body brushed.

"Are you stupid or stupid?"

"Indeed, looking for a stick should take the competency exam first?!"

The emperor clucked, his life still not fully accumulated and Sabia had already raised her spirits. "let go now. I'll find your wand!"

Bia reflex took off her grip on that warm, tense and long object. Did the Emperor carry any strange objects while sleeping? What was that thing just now?? Why did Sabia just know there was such a weird thing in this world.

As soon as he gained control, the Emperor got up from the bed to look for Sabia's scepter. Many times Kai cursed himself for having carelessly let his junior be touched carelessly by Sabia.

"Now!" The Emperor grabbed Bia's hand and gave the girl's wand in his hand.

"Thank you, Kai," said Sabia softly.

Slowly Sabia came down from the bed and stood up. Even in a blind state he had memorized in every corner of his room, so he could easily find the door and get out.

The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and watched his shrunken junior and had already returned to his original position.

"Baseless slums!"

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"Sunday, what do you usually do?" ma'am Darma asked as the four of them were having breakfast together.

The emperor swallowed his food with a cake. He glanced at the unmoved Sabia. "We used to go for a walk, Auntie. It depends Bia wants to do it on a holiday."

"Don't call Auntie and Om! You are our son, Emperor. You should call Mama and Dad!" luh Bu Darma.

The emperor smiled and nodded. "Good, Ma."

"Well, that's dong!" Ms. Darma gave her thumbs up with a sumringah.

Sabia who heard the lie of the Emperor could only smile inwardly. Streets said? There is even a day that is always busy delivering and managing Sabia.

"Kai, help Mama knead the bread soon, will you?"

"Huh!?"