THE VIRGIN WHO WAS (ALMOST) STAINED
Stop by the New House
"God! Yes, it is not. Isn't it natural that every parent whose child is married would want to have grandchildren?"
"Yes, it's natural. But ..." Safira hung his words.
"But what?"
"Emang Mas Julian is able to make children?" ask Safira with a smile.
"What are you doing?" julian was flabbergasted at his wife's question. But shortly after that he immediately nodded. "I should've proven it last night."
"Dich! Kayak is brave. Overnight ampere the remembrance of the time of the kiss," taunted Safira.
"Hahahha .. shit."
"My lips are blisters, Mas."
"Hehehe .. sorry."
Throughout the journey, a smile is always observed in the couple. When returning home, the motorbike that Julian drove past his new housing complex, Julian turned the speed of his motorbike into the residential area.
"You called Saffira and Namira? Tell them they're not busy anymore" Julian said. Now he can be a little relaxed to his wife.
"My wife said that, Jul. There is no romantic romance," said Mas Bari who happened to be there. "Mbok ya, same wife call it baby, Dek, what mamah that is."
"Hehehe ..." Julian only grinned while scratching his head that did not itch and glanced at Safira who was looking at him while smiling. He was confused as to what his wife would call him. There were two people who criticized Julian's attitude. Julian came in. To the house that is being renovated, while Safira headed to the other house, saw the goods purchased yesterday.
"Kok you guys straight here? Not going home first?" kamila asked a few minutes later after she and Namira came to their new home.
"So he came home through there, so all stop by," Safira replied. Currently, the three choose to lie down in a new bed in one of the rooms.
"Where? What's the progress on our husbands right now?" narima asked straight to the point without further ado. Safira glanced at Julian's two wives while grimacing, and she immediately covered her face with both palms. "Well, how is it closed?"
"Wahh! Something must have happened?" kamila Terka. "Tell ush! If not, I'll knock your waist down!"
"Hahha .. yes yes," Safira surrendered. He opened the hand that covered his face and normalized the nervousness within his chest. After the situation improved, Safira then told everything that happened between her and her husband in detail.
"Well! Seriously?" pekik Namira's. She and Kamila could not hide her surprise.
"Seriously, my lips are up to this little blister. Julian was so fierce last night," Safira replied as she pointed at one side of her blistering lips.
"But! Kayak with experience," said Namira. "Don't you do it often?"
"Hahaha .. shit," Kamila Maki. "Once, but not often. It's natural anyway."
"Yes anyway. Yeah, you'll try, too, Mil."
"Big!"
Kamila got out of bed and went out of the room to the bathroom. While in the house next to Julian was overseeing the construction of the bathroom he ordered. Right now the craftsmen are making a sewer.
"This is how many days do you think it's gonna be?"
"A little over two weeks, Jul. It was deep" replied the handyman. He's a mangosteen. After being satisfied to see, Julian went out to the other house where his wives were. But when his feet were a few steps down the front yard, a voice stopped his footsteps and he turned to the source of the voice.
"Hi, Julie. How did it look?" greet that man.
"What's up, Mir?" julian asked immediately coldly.
"Nih, I brought shrimp pasture sauce," replied the man named Mirna while smiling sweetly and coquettishly.
"I'm not craved for shrimp," replied Julian flat and he immediately turned around to continue his footsteps but his hand was held back by Mirna. Julian was shocked and threw the woman's hand hard and snapped at him. "What the hell are you holding on to!"
"Sorry, Jul was not on purpose. I just want to talk to you," replied Mirna who was shocked when Julian slammed her hand.
"By the way?" julian asked, taking a few steps back from Mirna.
"I like you, Jul. Very fond. I've liked you for a long time."
Julian's forehead wrinkled. It seemed that he was surprised to hear the woman's confession. "You crazy? Since when do you like poor people? Sorry, I have a wife. No time for another girl."
"But you don't love your wife, do you?"
The deg!
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