Throne and Virgin Treasures (True Playboy Seeking Wife)
Extra Part_ World Cup Season

The night had passed and changed with the dawn that began to break in the eastern horizon, the two newly married people were still engrossed in a thick blanket since midnight last night.

The voice****** spoiled the woman, sounding so melodious in the ears of the husband that makes the cross-faced young man with a charming bluish net even more eager to taste his beautiful wife.

Whether this is for the third time, the long whirlwind of the two ended their hot romance session.

Sweat soaked the innocent bodies of the two, even though the dawn breeze was blowing so cold and bone-piercing. However, inside the air-cooled room the atmosphere was so hot.

Mirza kissed his wife's forehead gently. "I love You, honey," whispered Mirza in Lila's ear, making the beautiful woman still under her cage smile sweetly.

"Thank you, my husband, I'm so happy" said Lila with a sparkling netra.

"You want to sleep first?" ask Mirza.

Lila shakes. "Dress, yuk!" take Lila. "In the near future shabuh, not good with others if we do not participate in congregational prayers," said Lila.

"That's okay, honey. They can definitely understand" Mirza retorted.

"We'll go to bed later, Bang. If you have prayed," whine Lila, when Mirza even dropped her body and lay beside Lila's plain body.

"Yes, stop, baby. Five minutes," bargained Mirza who seemed exhausted from immediately overtime until dawn.

"Abang anyway, have been said to also rest first. Even dozens!" grouse Lila.

"It's good, honey. You also whine for it," led Mirza as she chuckles, tilting her body to face Lila.

Mirza continued to look at his wife's face, which, if viewed, would be red with embarrassment.

"Eh, no, yeah! Lila didn't ask, really. Lila just said quick, let Brother finish quickly," said Lila as she pursed her lips.

Making Mirza who was looking at him immediately shuffled and again grabbed the thin and sweet lips of the wife, lips that he had been wanting to feel for a long time. Now, Mirza is free to enjoy it whenever she wants to be what she is today.

"Abang, ah .. Come on, take a shower!" Lila immediately shuffled as soon as Mirza let go of her kiss. He still covered his body with a blanket.

Just as Lila was about to step up, she let out a small scream. "Aw, sick!" Lila grimaced in pain in her core area.

Mirza hurriedly got up, opened the blanket that covered the wife's body and then carried Lila's slender body towards the bathroom.

"Why is the blanket removed, Bang. Lila's shy!" rajuk Lila while hiding her face in the chest of the husband's field.

Mirza sat his wife on the closet. "Why should you be ashamed, dear?" asked Mirza with her seductive smile. "I've even seen and touched everything" teased Mirza.

Lila pouted. "Udah, Brother get out there first. Lila wants to take a bath," expel Lila while holding her chest to hide her assets that have been filled with red marks, the results of Mirza's creations last night.

"We take a shower together, let's hurry. Tuh, it has been heard adhan," said Mirza who immediately turned on the shower.

The two then took a shower together.

After taking a shower, Mirza immediately put on a cocoa shirt that had been prepared by Lila, complete with sarongs and black peci perched on the head.

Lila, who had just finished wearing a mukena, was charmed to look at the husband whose face looked fresh and more charming.

"What's up, honey? Am I really handsome?" ask Mirza confidently.

Lila smiled as she shook her head. "It's so much confidence, my husband," said Lila.

Mirza chuckled and then rubbed the top of the head of the wife who had been covered in mucus.

"Come, Pretty! To musholla now," asked Mirza.

Mirza and Lila rushed to the family musholla in the backyard, upon arrival all the families had gathered to perform congregational prayers.

All were still fully assembled, including Lila's two parents.

"Cie, Bang Mirza got her hair wet" Iqbal chirped as Lila and Mirza passed in front of the handsome teenager. Make everyone there, smile.

Lila's face instantly blushed red, while Mirza smiled proudly.

"Mas Iqbal," rebuked the father who this time seemed calm.

"How many goals, Bang?" whispered Iqbal asking, apparently he was still curious.

"Kepo ..." replied Attar representing Mirza, while snapping softly the niece's forehead.

"That Bang Attar is no fun, anyway!" gerutu Iqbal.

"Baby, Iqomah. The chunky!" exclaimed the father, when Ilyas' grandfather had prepared at the priest's place.

Iqbal immediately recited iqomah as a marker that congregational prayer will begin.

After the morning prayer, Mirza immediately grabbed the wife and brought her back into the bridal room.

Mirza did not care, although Iqbal, Lili, and Nezia, hoped that the two of them could join the other brothers upstairs.

"Want to play ball, again?" Iqbal asked before Mirza closed the door.

"Well, it's the World Cup season again, Bro" replied Mirza as she chuckled and immediately locked the door to her room.

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