TIKZ [Moving To The Golden Age]
054 - SICK?

"Yes!" Djahan rushed out as soon as he heard his shadow bodyguard see Idaline entering the residence of Mada. He checked Idaline's body and led her into the bridal chamber. "Are you okay, my wife?"

Idaline Reverie crotch. Idaline pulled her mind back to her senses and looked at Djahan who was kneeling in front of her. "Sorry, something's sudden."

"What matters is my wife's okay." The splinter rose and stroked the Idaline hair. He passed preparing a drink to calm his dazed-looking wife.

Idaline lifted her hips from the chair, she walked over to Djahan and hugged Djahan's back who was preparing tea.

"I don't want to drink tea." Idaline releases Djahan's grip on the cup and teapot. "I want to do something else."

Djahan turned and held Idaline in bridal style. The girl cupped Djahan's face and then melu*mat Djahan's lips in a hurry.

"I want to know if there's a problem." Djahan sat Idaline in bed.

"Dahan don't you want to spend the night?" tanya Idaline gasped. "Am I not worthy?" added sad.

"Where is it possible." Djahan dropped Idaline until the girl's back touched the padded mattress that Idaline had brought from Janapada. Djahan raised his knees on the mattress, cupped Idaline's body and buried his face in Idaline's neck drawing red spots there, Djahan's hands confused unbuttoned pajamas.

Idaline pushed Djahan's body slowly. "Look this." Idaline opened one by one her pajama buttons without taking her eyes off Djahan's face. Djahan swallowed his saliva with distress.

Idaline's widened eyes noticed a thin red cloth wrapped around her body. Embarrassed Idaline covered her body with a pajama top that had come off.

Djahan grabbed the blue cloth and threw it away. The djahan impaled Idaline and her eyes glimpsed the beauty of Idaline's curves. Djahan brought his face closer to reach again lips ranum as sweet as chocolate.

Idaline opened her mouth wide and let Djahan lower her shoulder straps. As Idaline took a breath, Djahan grabbed the rounded chocolate shoots. One hand massages to keep the shoots round and the other hand passes a red cloth so that he can be more flexible. Idaline is fighting for it.

Djahan stroked the forest that had been pruned before entering his cave. Idaline frowned when Djahan's finger entered her. Before long Idaline pulled Djahan's head and directed him to the other side who had asked to be lulled.

"It's so sweet" said Djahan licking his fingers.

Idaline's face was red but could not stop Djahan because in the next second her body was flipped. Djahan kisses Idaline's back mercilessly and Djahan becomes aware that Idaline's back is her weakness. The woman achieved pleasure with just a few red prints on her back.

Gentle Djahan restored the position of Idaline and widened both his legs. Djahan put away the hair that covered the black netra that had been foggy, Djahan locked the black netra and smiled gently.

"Can?" permission Djahan tried to restrain himself. He did not want to force.

Idaline nodded. He gripped the sheets on his right and left side when Djahan tried to enter him. As he meets Idaline, Djahan peeps all over Idaline's face and rips her lips to make the pain that Idaline feels switch. The new djahan moved his body after Idaline draped his hand to Djahan's neck.

The hot night went by long.

When the cock crowed Idaline opened her eyes, last night's memory was deeply embarrassing. Idaline cursed herself who was unable to think clearly when overwhelmed by anger.

"Good morning, my wife," said Djahan who also just woke up.

"Ah yes," awkward Idaline.

Djahan kissed Idaline's forehead. "Want to take a shower together?" bargaining Djahan.

"I'll prepare the water." Idaline was about to wake up but Djahan held her back.

"No need." Djahan holds Idaline and takes her into the bathroom.

"Yes! Djahan cover our bodies first!" idaline shouted realizing that their bodies were not wearing a single strand of thread.

"Why are we going to take a shower to cover it?" Djahan sat Idaline to the edge of the pool filled with sulfur water. Deftly Djahan grabbed a small towel and rubbed Idaline thighs with blood and dry fluid.

"illness?" tanya Djahan looked at Idaline softly.

Idaline's response stifles Djahan, the girl who has turned into a woman is trying to hold back her sigh and the two rounded shoots make Idaline look more erotic.

Djahan aligns his body with Idaline who sits in a squatting chair, Djahan grabs the nape of Idaline snatching sweet lips swollen by her actions. Idaline clawed at Djahan's shoulder still not used to the long finger was on him.

Slowly Djahan laid Idaline on the side of the pool and Idaline followed her husband's wishes as well.

Djahan holds Idaline out of the bathroom and dries her body and takes her clothes out of the closet.

"Haha." Idaline laughed seeing Djahan bewildered holding the clothes that the man had chosen. "This is how." Idaline wears a top and then bends down wearing a bleak*na da*lam\, she wears a therapeutic scent oil on the collarbone. Fastening one by one plain blouse buttons and raising the zipper of batik skirt.

Djahan watched every detail carefully making Idaline shy. The woman walked stiffly towards the closet.

"You wear it too."

"Isn't that your dress?"

"Not." Idaline shook her head then she crouched down holding Djahan's leg. "Lift your legs." Idaline wears pants and shirts from the Atem relics, all the modern clothes she carries to avoid chaos.

"Thank you, my wife." Although comfortable, Djahan felt his subordinates were too thin because they were used to wearing upholstered cloth and his shirt felt strange. The smiling djahan omitted the other expression. Idaline returned her smile.

"I made breakfast."

Djahan holds a bride-style Idaline, the woman recoils her hand. "Come," asked Djahan.

Djahan disbursed all his workers at the request of Idaline. A quiet house makes the streets feel wide. Idaline tightened her arms, rubbing her hair around Djahan's neck. Idaline hopes time doesn't pass.

Djahan lowered Idaline in front of the table, he took all the necessary materials.

"Blood right?"

"Yes." Yeah." Duck cleaning chicken. "My wife is very skilled," she said seeing Idaline chop vegetables.

"I'm not good at cooking," argued Idaline. "Sop, tempeh, tofu, fried chicken, and chili."

"Patch," Djahan's parrot.

"Eh, we'll just make a beefy chicken!" exclaim Idaline found flour in the storage cabinet.

Djahan smiled thinly. His wife was really stubborn. But Djahan can not hold it, Idaline has a firm heart and Djahan does not want small things to turn into a debate. Djahan will let Idaline take a little walk.

"Whatever my wife wants," said Djahan kneading seasoning vegetable soup.

"You're very skilled." Idaline put the fine seasoning of the Djahan strain into boiling water containing small pieces of chicken, potatoes, carrots, and chickpeas. Idaline stirred it and tasted it.

"Pas," Idaline comments off the firewood and includes chives, cabbage, celery, and chopped tomatoes.

"Be careful" said Djahan, taking a basin of chicken flour from the hands of Idaline. "I'm the one who's fried."

"My hands are already dirty, you fried tempeh and you know." Idaline recaptured the basin filled with white powder.

Djahan obeyed Idaline frying tempe and tofu while watching his wife who looked excited.

Previously Djahan listened to the story of his experienced gardener married two girls, both of whom had difficulty walking up to a week even though only doing one round.

Djahan was very worried even more so Idaline and herself did repeatedly throughout the night and continued it in the morning.

Djahan's worry disappeared just like watching Idaline was very excited, Idaline made a drink while humming cheerfully.

Djahan slices the last batch of tempeh and then arranges all the food on a large tray. "All that?" tanyakanya.

"It." Idaline closed the iced tea pot and brought it along four glasses, two for ice and two for clear water.

"If we want to call one or two maids and servants."

"Don't they're on vacation." Idaline put a tray in the middle of the table.

They put food on the table and then they eat together. "Enak once," he tasted all the dishes.

Idaline smiled. "I went to college out of town, if I'm a Wanua. Stay alone and have to save money, sometimes I make my own side dishes. Just worried it's not on your tongue."

"Anything my wife made must be delicious and beautiful."

"Dahan, I'm not as good as you imagine."

Dibahan put his index finger to Idaline's lips. "Don't reproach yourself" he advised, shaking his head. "And my dear, can I call it another name?"

"Kangmas?"

"That once," the seductive Djahan rubbed Idaline's cheek.

Idaline stroked the back of Djahan's hand for a while then Idaline kept it away and kissed the back of the hand. Djahan became misbehaved even though before being appointed as mahapatih his students often kissed his hands when meeting and when saying goodbye.

"How about we go around? This place has not been changed since I first entered, so it looks very old-fashioned," asked Djahan to leave empty dishes scattered on the table.

Idaline knew the residence of Mada has many types of flowers from inside and outside Bhumi Maja, but she did not expect in every house there is a beautiful garden, as well as in the residence of the ladies and servants.

"So, they're all kangmas students?" tanya Idaline walked around the residence while hugging Djahan's arm.

"They just followed me because there was no purpose. My students are Siji, Loro, Telu, Papat, and Indra."

"Oh yes Indra, how are you?"

"He's good–Idaline, your husband's jealous." Djahan shifts Idaline and hugs her from behind. Djahan doesn't like it when Idaline talks about another man in front of her.

"I'm Udelia not Idaline." Idaline kept Djahan's face away from his neck, amused.

Djahan stretched out his hand picking the cantileted flowers in front of them. "Tell me of you so that I may remember." Djahan pairs the cantile flower to the ear of Idaline.

"My eyes aren't very interesting and monotonous..."

Idaline turned around and hugged Djahan's body tightly. Since there were only the two of them, the air around the tub in the mountains, was colder than usual. Idaline drowned her face in the chest of Djahan's field which was now covered in a white shirt.

"You want more blankets?" bargaining Djahan brought Idaline to sit in the pendopo.

"No. This is enough." Idaline felt very weak.

"Telu, call the healer," Djahan orders seeing Idaline close her eyes on his arm.

That one disciple was indeed a stone head. The holidays are back for a day. Luckily he and Idaline are in normal condition. After this Djahan will tell him to go far away so as not to interfere with the time both himself and his beloved wife.

"That's all," cut Idaline open her eyes. "I'm just tired."

"My wife..?" Djahan heaved a sigh of relief at the normal heartbeat of Idaline which suddenly closed.

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