The Seventh Secretary (Secretary to Seven)
Effects of Not Sleeping

"Honey.. don't sleep yet" David asked when he just came out of the bathroom this blind morning after a long night of chatting interspersed with endless night sports.

David really didn't let go. He went to the bathroom just peeing and intended to continue.

"I'm tired, mas. Your hero must also rest" complained Stella half closed her eyes. He's been overwhelmed by David's grudge that hasn't touched him for 7 months.

"Yes already. You rest, let the dady work" he said as he again planted his shares behind the blanket.

"Where can rest if rocked rocking gini ihh.." hebiknya who feel careless with the obligation to pay the debt that must be hastened he️

"Yes, dady diem deh"

David was silent, but let his assets plunge. And Stella immediately fell asleep completely exhausted.

But David who felt the pleasure was unbearable when immersed, powerless not to move it little by little which actually adds to the level of pleasure restrained and giggled and made him crazy and then back to shake it lightning to explode.

Stella then shouted for a moment and closed her eyes again.

"Sleep, my dear ones" whispered David who then kissed Stella's temple and went to the bathroom to take a container of warm water to wipe his wife's body to sleep soundly.

When David was about to close his eyes after cleaning himself, the time showed at 6 am when there was a noise from the bottom.

Although already very sleepy, David took the time to find out what happened.

"Grandfather? what's the storm?" david asked when he was on the ground floor.

He saw the grandfather sitting in a wheelchair with his wrathful face, then his stick he used to support his hands with his eyes staring at one corner of the penthouse.

David followed the direction of the grandfather who never answered and was a little surprised to see the terrible condition of Deri who was walking squat with both hands tied behind his head, just like the soldiers who are receiving punishment.

"Hhh... You do what else, Der?" david asked while massaging his temple.

"78. I just take a drink no time can. 82" replied Deri while counting his steps.

truckloads

Deri paused for a protest of "Diskon 1 step dong, cake. Let's add to the regime"

"Yes, I added 1,500 steps" said Wiliam who made Deri's knee instantly loosened.

"Grandfather?" David asked for an explanation for Wiliam for his actions that disrupted his rest after a night of staying up late.

"Who let him trace your face? grandfather must be kind to this man a loss" replied William Ketus.

"Yes already, cake. Consider it David's face the market. It doesn't look like much, it's still a sakepan of David. Stella's proof is the same Grandpa's aware of our differences, right? Ah, David is tired. Mo bobo first" David then stepped back towards the 2nd floor where his warm bed waved.

"Bro, what is my fate? the intention of making half that?" pinta Deri.

"Lo just kept on saying he was thirsty, let pol hausus, jan half and half" cried David as he stepped up the stairs with a wave.

"Damn. Gini is my fate"

"Who let you curse?" Wiliam shook the dining table made of wood using his stick.

"Grandfather, can't you give me a break? I haven't even had a chance to sleep" whined Deri.

"Mmm.."

"Ah. grandpa is very ba-"

"Give my grandson's face back"

"I'm still a strong cake. 80.85.90.95.."

"Why jump 5 counts"

"Sorry, cake. Effects of not sleeping. 200.."