The Naughty Disciple Trap
Jago

Tonight Shayu is so serious about studying with her husband. Satria patiently helped with anything that his wife did not know. Being a teacher and husband of Mashayu Rengganis is fun. Although sometimes feel married to a child but a few months closer and express a sense of making Satria's life more colorful.

"We're actually staying here, Mas?"

"Yes, before going to bed you want to get acquainted more deeply with the champion. He was quietly waiting. Who knows after the exam gets better. Especially if you can..."

Shayu frowned, he looked at Satria with a serious face. His hand that still holds the pen he taps to the forehead while waiting for an answer from Satria.

"If what, Mom?"

"If you can make the jago come out" said Satria with a red tinge on his face. He regretted having kept his wife curious and asked. If not explain even the wife must be curious and still will find it. Talk to you explain it all.

"out? Shame donk, Mas! Not weird, my mom! Be careful if you go out of the room not wearing pants. I'll stick it out for the jago."

Satria was stunned to hear the wife's words. It turned out that Shayu had other thoughts. Thank goodness he did not need to explain about the process of the champion out. However, why was his wife's thinking completely far from expectations.

"Dear no, keep learning. Let's go downstairs for a second. Ask the mbok to make milk for you."

"You don't ask to make it with the Mbok, Mas!"

"Ready!" Satria kissed Shayu's lips and immediately stepped out of the room. While the girl returned to finish the material she was studying.

The sound of the phone ringing made Shayu reflect to pick it up. Without him realizing that the phone taken was Satria's not his. Maybe because he was concerned with the lesson made Shayu forget the ringtone of his own phone.

"Hello assalamualaikum Satria. It's me Kinayu, sorry to call you at night. I have something to talk to you about."

Shayu closed her mouth, she looked at the screen of the phone that was labeled Ayu, then flipped the phone. Shayu patted her own forehead after subconsciously picking up the call on Satria's phone. However, before long his forehead shriveled. He remembers who contacted him.

"This is Mas Satria's ex. So they're still..."

"Hallo Satria, did you hear my voice?" ask the woman across there who is confused why Satria never spoke.

Shayu suddenly gets hot knowing her ex-husband is still contacting her. His thoughts raging made him scowl. Especially when you hear the door open. His gaze shone sharply at the main culprit.

"Why Dear? Here's the milk to drink first!" Satria was confused by Shayu's sharp gaze, she did not feel like doing anything why did the wife look sulky? "This is my mobile phone. Mom called ya?" ask her by putting on a smile.

However, Shayu immediately gave her phone to Satria with an annoyed grunt. "It! Kinayu's mother called, "he answered ketus then moved from her seat, cleaned all the books and chose to go to bed and then enter the blanket. He didn't care about the milk Satria brought. His heart was upset and did not want to see Satria.

Satria glanced at her mobile screen. "Wooden..." He immediately put the phone in the ear and then stepped closer to the wife who was confirmed to be sulking.

"Hello Kinayu, what's wrong?"

"Eh you finally spoke as well. I was disturbing ya. I think I heard the voice of the woman."

"Oh that, my wife." Satria opened the blanket that covered his wife's body and sat on the edge of the bed by rubbing the wife's head that was deliberately lying behind him.

"Oh you're married? Thank goodness, why not the law? Tau that I play to Semarang all friendsahmi same Mother Father."

"Indeed not yet reception, new ijab. Later if it is reception I will invite you and Mr. Yudha. By the way, what's calling me?"

Across the street, Kinayu asks about Satria's willingness to attend her first son's circumcision. The event made by the husband is quite luxurious, therefore Kinayu also invited many old friends from High School to college.

Satria was busy answering Kinayu's questions by constantly acting spoiled with her wife. Giving a soft kiss on the cheek, ear to neck makes Shayu can not stand to let out his moans. Perhaps the woman across there heard the spoiled voice of the wife, for she soon ended their call.

Satria placed her phone near Shayu's hand, a sign that she had allowed the girl to check her phone. So that no suspicion of anything that would disturb their household.

"Dear, jealous, huh? He just invited me to his son's circumcision. You too, come later, accompany me. We will go to Jakarta when the time comes. All the honeymoon streets in the capital."

Shayu did not answer, notah why it feels still mengkel dihati. Until an anxious Satria again showered him with a gentle kiss and his mischievous hands grabbed a challenging mound on the back of his wife's body.

"Buck..."

Finally, Shayu's voice again sounded spoiled, making Satria smile. He knew by now, his little wife was very easily provoked. It was certain that his mouth would noisily let out a spoiled voice that aroused passion.

"Don't sulk, dear!"

"Who's craving? Just surprised after knowing it turns out there is still communication with the most beautiful ex."

"Recently after the last few years, that was just the limit. Don'tm mad! I like you jealous, it's a sign that you really love me but I'm not naughty darling, just you now and until later."

Satria again kissed Shayu's cheek and turned the wife's body until now the two faced each other. He smiles at Shayu's pursed lips and kisses her by giving a suction sensation that makes Shayu hit her chest.

"That's tight! Sick tau!"

"So not acquainted with the jago? I've changed, make it easier. InshaAllah tomorrow smoothly work on the problems because it has been in good contact with the champion."

"Is that? Where's?" shayu asked defiantly, even though in his heart he scratched his own ketir. His palm was already wet with a face that was definitely blushing and his heart beating irregularly. Want to be happy just feel like it will be cheerful.

With the spirit of Satria to open the bottom cloth and take it off without hesitation and throw away the opportunity direction.

Shayu's eyes widened as his hands were directed and began to touch the muscular and veined flesh directly. Until the murmur created by the object makes Shayu's heart feel like escaping.

"Mas, is this the jago? How tense? She's as stubborn as I am?"

Satria breathed a heavy sigh, either would regret or even like it but she felt unable if Shayu lingered to touch her. Though the wife at this time alone looks afraid and does not dare to see the champion.

"Yes dear, she's strained your acquaintance. Ask to be seen he said, it is not polite to get acquainted without meeting face to face," Satria replied in a stifled voice.

"See?"

"Hmmm..."

Slowly Shayu's eyes came down and complied. He almost screamed to see the hero for the first time. Not thinking the shape makes him want to jump out of bed.

"Emoh I'm Mas, it's that serem. It's funny, but I'm scared. He's so big, Mom! Muscles too... Gusti, iki the opo creature to?"