The Enchantment of Neighbor Grass
This is Not True, Is it?

Cynthia suddenly closed her eyes, as if enjoying what she had just imagined while making love with Sundoro. His breathing was heard hunting, making Handoyo who realized the strangeness of his wife, reprimanding.

"Cyn! What are you daydreaming about, anyway?"

Cynthia gelagapan's. "Eh, no, Mom. I'm not daydreaming" said Cynthia. "I don't know why, my chest suddenly felt tight" she continued, holding her chest to reassure her husband.

"I went to the terrace first, Mom. Want to get some fresh air," Cynthia's permission, which then passed, left Handoyo who was still frowning cluelessly.

Handoyo then raised his shoulders and immediately left the study room, to head to the room. Cynthia's husband felt very tired, tired because of the pressure from his wife and also from the office because of his own work.

While on the porch of the house, Cynthia was looking for a safe place to contact someone. Who else if not Sundoro, the man who owns the ultimate weapon that is able to make Cynthia addicted and want to keep repeating the perngga*maan.

"Hello, Om," greeted Cynthia in a haunting voice, seducing.

"Chat it, Honey. I'm at home" replied the voice across, whispering.

"I just want to talk a little bit, Om. Um tomorrow there's time, ain't there?" Cynthia was looking forward to anxiety, waiting for an answer from a middle-aged man who had the energy of a horse when bercin*ta.

"Okay, tomorrow at lunchtime, we meet at the usual place," replied Sundoro who immediately turned off the phone.

Cynthia smiled happily.

'Why, ever since I knew the old man, I became less satisfied with every contact with Mas Han.'

"Cyn! Coming in!" Handoyo's voice from the doorway, unraveling Cynthia's daydream.

"Yes, Mas" replied Cynthia who hurriedly walked over to the husband because she did not want to make her husband angry.

"Mas, I want to," asked Cynthia while writhing spoiled on the husband's sturdy arm.

Yes, Cynthia must continue to seduce her husband, so that she can get whatever she asks, both from Handoyo she wants from Sundoro, and most importantly her husband does not sniff out her affair so that she is not divorced.

Cynthia needs a clear status, especially her husband is a kabag in the city government, which makes him have a high social status to support his hedon style and also his good name in the school environment where he teaches.

"Where do we want to do it?" haggle Cynthia with a spoiled sighing voice.

Women who like to wear sexy dresses, trying to restore the mood of the husband after what he asked earlier.

Cynthia always used the seduction weapon to melt the husband, to be willing to obey all her wishes.

"On the balcony, looking up at the star-studded sky. Do you want to, honey?" Handoyo looked at the wife, demanding an answer.

"By pleasure, Mom. Whenever and wherever, as long as you are with Mas, I will," Cynthia replied reassuringly.

Handoyo smiled with satisfaction. Lost all the fatigue of life that had struck his heart. Replaced with flowers of arrows of romance ready to be picked and gulped honey.

Cynthia's body seemed to float, when Handoyo suddenly carried the wife's crazy body and carried her hurriedly to the balcony.

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In the morning, at Handoyo's office.

Exactly at ten in the morning, all employees in the service where Handoyo is on duty, preoccupied with the arrival of the KPK audit team from the headquarters.

Not that the audit team did, of course, make everyone drunk, as well as anxious. Including Handoyo who was in his room, the face of the man who had the sharp gaze, immediately pale.

The man could only resign, when people who had a stern face like him began to open the files that had been prepared by the administration and also the financial statements of the treasurer.

'Whatever happens, I have to be ready. This is all my fault, which has been indulging in lust because I do not want to be compared even considered inferior to Aulia's husband, Handoyo's inner self, resigned.

From the developers, Handoyo gained many benefits that he could give to his wife, to obey his wife's wishes.

Not only that, Handoyo also involved bribery gratuities from some honorary employees who were accepted to work in the service.

"Sir Handoyo, can you explain this?" One of the auditors pointed to a file on the laptop screen.

Stuttering, Handoyo tried to provide an explanation that would make sense, but from the various questions asked by one of the officers, Handoyo could not answer according to the facts on the ground.

"Please come with us and give details in the office." One of the officers immediately shook Handoyo to get into the car.

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In a star hotel in the tourist area of the upper city, Cynthia was preening while waiting for the idol.

Ten minutes passed, but the expected one never showed itself, making Cynthia keki.

"Om Sundoro where, anyway? Normally, he was always on time," Cynthia grumbled as she walked back and forth behind the door.

Not long after, the waiting seemed to open the door to their subscription room.

"Sorry, Honey. I'm late, "sorry the middle-aged man, while putting a fleeting kiss on Cynthia's cheek.

"So morning, in the office there was a piece from the KPK audit team. So, I can't get out freely. After that, I have to have a health check at the hospital" Sundoro said, opening his jacket.

Every time they date, they always wear a jacket, wear a mask and sunglasses, so they are not recognized.

"So you got caught, Om?' ask Cynthia, you know.

"There is, but it doesn't matter, Honey. Now the most important thing is the pleasure of both of us." the man whose hair began to whiten immediately pushed Cynthia's sexy body and laid her down on the soft bed.

Hotel rooms that were once quiet, quiet, now noisy with the sound of the village*han two people who are making out to get pleasure from the perengga*maan.

After nearly an hour of wrestling until the sweat began, Sundoro immediately ended the union when his phone rang, indicating an important message had entered his number.

"Om, why the rush?' prevent Cynthia who still wants to repeat the union that makes her always addicted.

"Stay, Honey. There's an incoming message." Sundoro remained inching and then took the phone from the top of the nightstand.

"Read here, Om," Cynthia's pinta shuffled and then hugged Sundoro from behind.

Cynthia's large chest, stuck perfectly on Sundoro's back, making the man's ultimate weapon re-awaken.

"Patience, Honey. I'll open the message for a second." Sundoro immediately opened the phone screen and started reading the message that had just entered.

The middle-aged man's hands, shook. The cell phone in his hand plunged freely onto the cold hotel floor.

"What's up, Om?" ask Cynthia, curious.

Cynthia hastily retrieves Sundoro's phone and then reads the still-open message.

The sexy woman's net was perfectly rounded when Cynthia read the message sent by the hospital where Sundoro checked her health, just now.

"No, Om. This isn't true, is it? This must be wrong, right, Om! HIV ... Om get HIV? How can you, Om?" cynthia shouted, frustrated.

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