Titian Love Nadia
Bani Rasya's

Raka had arrived in Jakarta some time ago escorted by her stepfather by train. Now he has started studying at one of his favorite private high schools. It turns out that in the High School is carrying out Central Semester Assessment (PTS) activities. Raka had to put in extra hard work to catch up to read textbooks that she had never learned before.

"Raka, for a while you go to school using a matik motorbike in the garage. You can ride the bike, right?" ask Mr. Baskoro to Raka. They were having dinner together one night.

"It could be, Eyang, but sorry Raka has not memorized the way to school fearing a wrong path" said Raka.

"Let's follow Papa's car from behind, tomorrow morning Papa will take you," said Rasya.

"Thank you, Pa," said Raka.

"That's Mas Rayan's motor, no one's using it. Why not just Raka, Mas?" nadia asked Rasya.

"That's Rayan's favorite bike, honey. Later if he comes home and the motorbike nanyain can sulk if someone else uses," said Rasya.

"The one who wears it is no one else, Mas. Raka's his niece" Nadia timpal.

"Yes, but her Rayan has not known Raka, Nanad Gorgeous. Then you also want to buy a motorbike for Raka. Isn't that right, sir?" said Rasya turned to ask Pak Baskoro. Mr. Baskoro nodded.

"It's okay to use a motorbike matik too, Auntie. Still mending than the time in Solo left for school on foot." Raka interrupted Nadia's reply.

"Raka, why call Mama Nanad Aunt anyway? She's your papa's wife. So call her Mama ya," said Ms. Nastiti who had only listened to her granddaughter's advice.

"It's okay, Mom. Let him call Nadia Aunt too. I think I'm more comfortable being called Auntie deh, rather than being called mama the same child as her who was only a few years old under me" Nadia said.

"Emc ... I mean Raka too, Yangti. Raka also seems more comfortable calling him aunty. If you call Mama like age," Raka timpal confirmed Nadia's speech.

"Yo wis, it's as comfortable as you are then" said Ms. Nastiti finally.

After dinner they gathered in the living room talking while accompanying Raka to study. Except for Nadia, he prefers to do his chores in Rasya's workspace.

"This is Raka, there are some pictures of motorcycle models that you can choose," said Mr. Baskoro handed some leaflets to Raka.

Raka grabbed the sheets of paper, then began to open sheet by sheet. Raka's face looks sumringah look and observe the image of the motor model.

"Eyang Kakung really want to buy this big motorcycle for Raka?" tanya Raka does not believe in the grandfather.

"Really, Raka. Which one do you choose? Tomorrow afternoon the bike will be delivered here," replied Mr. Baskoro.

"But it's really expensive, Eyang. Raka doesn't want to ah, Eyang. Raka uses a motorbike matik only," Raka refused to feel bad about receiving expensive items from her new family.

"Raka, who else is this wealth of Eyang if not for Eyang's children and descendants?" sergeant Pak Baskoro. "You just choose it, do not have to think about the cost to buy it that is expensive, Raka," he explained.

"Thank you, Eyang. Then Raka just pick this one." Raka pointed at the image of a motor from the leaflet she was holding onto her eyes.

"Truly this one?" Mr. Baskoro made sure once again.

"Yes, Eyang," said Raka.

"Alright," said Mr. Baskoro.

He then contacted the assistant to order the motor selected by Raka at his subscription dealer.

"Tomorrow at about two o'clock the motor will be delivered to this house. If you have not reached home, Assistant Eyang will handle," said Mr. Baskoro. Raka continued her learning activities.

While in Rasya's workroom, Nadia is also working on her college assignments. Rasya walked into his study standing right behind the chair where Nadia was sitting. He held his hand around his neck to Nadia's chest, then rested his chin on his wife's shoulder.

"Have you finished your job yet?" asked Rasya while occasionally kissing the cheek of the woman.

"Why? Wanna help? A little more," replied Nadia asking without switching from her laptop.

"No, dizzy. Just want to feel good," said Rasya whose hands began to guerrilla in the part he touched.

"Maaz ... This is a little more loh," decak Nadia who began to feel aroused.

"Continue tomorrow only, it's not to be collected tomorrow morning right?" With a presumptuous Rasya cursor towards the icon save and then turn off the laptop that is still used Nadia.

Rasya then carried Nadia's body to their room through the connecting door between the room and Rasya's workspace. He carefully laid Nadia's body on the bed.

"You want what the hell?" nadia asked with her oon.

"Bikin sister for Raka," replied Raka who began to launch the action.

"G ... Didn't Mas say that Raka already had a sister? Two in fact," Nadia timpal.

"From us we don't have it yet, dear," Rasya said.

"Mas, Mr. Jack really broke a promise, huh? His promise to borrow Tiara is only one month, but it has been one month more," said Rasya remembered about Tiara.

"Huh, let it be.Tiara 'And it's the same family, dear." Rasya snorted annoyed because his desire had been in the crown, but his wife was still talking.

"Well, is that it? That tiara is already part of our family, isn't it, Mas?" Nadia is even throbbing.

"Huh! You don't really want to serve your husband, do you, Nad?" rasha asked again.

"Serving husband? Yes you will, Mas. I don't want to be an ungodly wife" said Nadia.

Nadia tilted her body towards Rasya. She looked at her husband's back. "Mas, what's the bad time? I have sacrificed not to continue doing this task," he whined.

Rasya is still flinching.

"Yes already if Mas does not want to continue, I want to go back to the workspace again nerusin make the task," said Nadia again threatened.

Nadia got up and sat down, instead of immediately leaving the room, she took off all the clothes that wrapped her body except the da*am clothes.

"Mas!" call Nadia. "Will you continue?" bargaining while shaking Rasya's back.

Rasya is still flinching. "The father of the lecturer was just sulking?" its decan.

With all her strength, Nadia forced Rasya's body to turn so that his position was now on his back. "Aren't you going to?" ask again to make sure. The one being asked only gawked at the plain creature that was currently in front of him.

"Yes, I want to go back to the workspace to continue the task," said Nadia who was about to get out of bed.

However, Nadia had not had a foot on the floor, Rasya had already pulled his hand. His body fell on Rasya.

"It hurts, baby!" Pekik Rasya grimaced. It turned out that his heirloom that had been squeezed into Nadia's body since earlier.

"Mistake your own pull-out event" Nadia said.

"Since I don't want you half p*los so willing to go to the workspace. If until Father or Raka suddenly entered how? Not ashamed of you?" Rasya.

"Who would want to go to the workspace in a state of half p*los gini? I'd like to wear clothes too. Besides, if the same father Raka who saw me like this is nothing, they will already be my mahram because I married you, Mas," said Nadia.

"Anyway with you talking!N-no! Whoever it is can't see you like this unless I am!" rasya.

Rasya turned his body until now the position of Nadia was under his confinement. He also opened the rest of the cloth wrapped in Nadia's body and threw it carelessly.

"Mas, is Mas sure that Raka does not have a sister born from the seed that Mas planted?" I asked Nadia suddenly.

"For God's sake Mas never did it with anyone, dear. With Celine, Mas never did it unless the seeds were wasted in the closet. Raka's sister is just the same as you this is again the process of making," he still answered Nadia's question.

"Once again Mas forgot, like Mas forgot Raka," Nadia said.

"Astaghfirullah Al'Adzim, you think this Mas is a be*ang nose guy who likes snacks carelessly what?" Rasya is still trying to evade.

Unlike usual, this time their hot struggle was also offset by chat until the finish. Rasya helped clean the sticky part of Nadia's skin with a soft little towel. He stroked and kissed his wife's stomach.

"May we launch soon, O Allah," he said.

Nadia smiled, and without being told to do what is usually asked by Rasya as a way to get pregnant quickly. Nadia twisted her body position until her feet were on the bed. Then it inched forward and straightened its legs upwards. Rasya helped Nadia put a pillow under Nadia's buttocks then he covered his wife's body with a blanket to the chest.

"Tumben own initiative," said Rasya astonished to see his wife's behavior.

"May Bani Rasya be only a child born from my womb" said Nadia.

"Amijin ... Hopefully soon granted yes, dear," said Rasya agreed to Nadia's speech. Rasya also kissed his wife's forehead gently. The man went and went to the bathroom to take a big shower.

*****

The next morning according to the conversation last night, Rasya escorted Raka by being a guide for her to go to school. Rasya drives his car with Nadia, while Raka follows the car from the back to get to the front gate of the school where Raka now demands knowledge.

Rasya stopped his car and opened the window. Raka got off the bike to say goodbye to the papa and mama, and then brought the bike in through the school gate.

Rasya looked at the boy until he lost his way into the school complex. He immediately drove his car to the college.

"You want to buy a bike too?" Rasya asked Nadia while they were on their way.

"No" replied Nadia briefly. "Mas said car?" billiard.

"If the car is one day if Mas has resigned as a lecturer and work in the company," answered Rasya.

"I'm not asking, Mom. It is myself that promises. I don't think I need a car either" Nadia said. "When did Mas Rasya leave the campus?" tanyakanya.

"Wait until Mas will graduate you, only Mas will completely resign from the teaching profession. For a while if Mas teaching schedule is not solid, Mas will return to work in the company owned by Mr. Let Mas can make a living for you and our children from the results of Mas's own sweat, not because of the help of parents," Rasya replied.

'Actually Mas Rasya's salary where did he run? The time to buy gasoline is the same as giving pocket money for me every day is up? Eat sometimes too. I have to find out for myself. Let alone his salary money run out to support other women, Nadia spoke in her heart.

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TB