TOAST
* Slice 217, Fondling

"His wealth is sleeping mutely" protested Qeena who had just entered the room and saw Dafi just woke up.

"It's also colongan sleep. From yesterday on the bus until this afternoon I have not slept. You guys are good in the car can sleep, Mas will drive . where can sleep. What time is it?" ask Dafi.

"Eleven" Qeena replied as she removed her headscarf continuously towards the bathroom.

Until home was five o'clock less, Dafi was able to sleep until Maghrib, then ma'da Maghrib silaturahim to the house of Mr. RT and Mr. RW until eight at night, the abis went home and prayed and ate. Reply to chat on his HP for thirty minutes continue to fall asleep, only at eleven this time he woke up because he did not squirm Qeena in his room. Because it was in reply chat, Qeena again video call with Mak Nuha and her brothers in the room.

Qeena came out of the bathroom.

"Mas .. borrow a t-shirt to sleep, yes the same rubber pants have no?" dafi said.

"There's been rumored. Didn't bring any more clothes?" ask Dafi.

"Yes not much. Nyuci was our clothes, has been dried as well. Two stel clothes, tomorrow will make it to Ciloto the same to go home" explained Qeena.

Qeena opened her neat Dafi wardrobe. He again looked at the contents, looking for a t-shirt that seemed to have been long because it was just to sleep.

"What's it all about?" ask Dafi who is behind Qeena.

"No one's been on their books for a long time? it's still on this nice color" replied Qeena.

"These clothes are rarely made, yes Mas in this house for at least a few days at a time, naturally if it is still good all" said Dafi.

Dafi then took clothes and pants for Qeena.

"Nih use . This t-shirt can be bought two years ago, it has been easy in Mas, you use it" said Dafi.

Qeena looked at the clothes chosen by Dafi. A short-sleeved shirt that is certainly still loose on Qeena's body.

"Yes already .. gapapa looks like hands, but this is a ball pants why asked to wear? thighs can be everywhere this mah .. ga is right Mas Dafi" said Qeena in his heart.

"Yes, change your clothes, do you want to be replaced?" ledek Dafi's.

"Ngga .. This ain't no pants long? gini ball trousers" said Qeena.

"Kalo long pants Mas can really mean the same as you" replied Dafi.

"Sirwal Mas aja the seven-eighths" said Qeena.

"There's a downstairs, take it" indicate Dafi again take mineral water in a glass.

Qeena rushed back to the bathroom to change clothes. The room was locked with Dafi and the key was placed on the nightstand next to the bed, after which he returned to sleep while turning off his HP.

Qeena came out of the bathroom, wearing a tee shirt and sirwal pants that looked oversized and so long pants in the body of Qeena.

Although it can be said that it is not open, but with a look like that, plus her hair in a ponytail, adds a different sexy impression from Qeena.

"Why did you see so much?" said Qeena as she climbed into the bed from a different side.

"Huge sex Neng" praised Dafi.

"Sexy where the hell is Mas? wear kegedean clothes, keep pants also long for gini" continued Qeena.

"That's exactly it. in the eyes of Mas anyway you are sexy not a bitch" said Dafi.

Dafi headed towards the door and pressed the light switch button, lighting the room only from one lamp at the top of the bed.

Without further ado, Dafi immediately embraced Qeena's freshly collapsed body in her bed.

"Mas .k was killed anyway" said Qeena slowly.

"Seeing your face in this dim light is more beautiful" replied Dafi.

The position of Dafi's body was already above Qeena's body, the two just stared at each other without a sound. Dafi's hand took off Qeena's hairpin.

"Why would you like to do something?" ask Qeena to start worrying.

"We're doing it tonight huh Neng... Mas kaya has not been strong enough nahan Mas own desire" whispered Dafi honestly.

"Don't dong Mas .. we are not yet valid in the country, if why-why bother" replied Qeena.

"But Neng.." persuade Dafi.

"Lagian Mas . do know yourself if Qeena again menstruation" remember Qeena.

"Astaghfirullah .. forgot Mas ..." said Dafi nepok his idol.

"Eat him do not like to play dark if you can not nahan desire" said Qeena.

"Yes his name has gone up in euphoria" continued Dafi.

"Udah slept there .. tomorrow will go to Ciloto later drowsy even danger" said Qeena while tidying up Dafi's hair.

Dafi who was already in high voltage really felt a stronger vibration because of the touch of Qeena.

Dafi increasingly felt a different sensation that arose in him, like there was an energy flowing slowly while staring at the innocent face that was rolled spoiled in front of him. A tremor in his heart that flowed profusely when he remembered how many sacrifices Qeena had made for the happiness of those around him.

Again Dafi permeated the sweet memories between him and Qeena first. The little girl who is always cheerful and persistent even with all the limitations of conditions and economy. Tidied up Qeena's hair on her sweet face. A face that if viewed can be a reward for both.

"Why can you make peace with the situation when the world is not friendly with you Qeena, you are present when the heart of Mas is already with others, but suddenly Mas can immediately feel love .. things that have not happened before, usually Mas there is a sense of interest in the first sight but will find out first about the woman, if sreg Mas continue. We have known him for a long time, but there was no feeling more than a brother towards his sister. Why is also the face of your door able to make the desire of manly Mas always appear and always want to channel in a good way. Near other women, Mas once sat close to each other, but there was no gini-rich deg-degan. Ever since the kabul happened, every time you looked at you let alone close, there was always a deeper desire to touch you.." said Dafi inwardly as he continued to look at Qeena's increasingly exotic face in a dim light.

Qeena was also as fascinated as Dafi, like a prey that had been in the hands of hunters, surrendered resignedly.

"Ah already.. if you have to happen tonight yes want how again. although can not relate husband and wife can still be another .. read do'a first deh, before, Allahumma janibnasyaithana wa janibnisyathanamarazaqna" said Dafi confidently said in his heart.

Then he leaned closer to Qeena and wrapped his hands around her waist. Obviously, Qeena was more confused with Dafi's embrace that was very tight.

Dafi immediately kissed Qeena on the lips, but there was a small incident, perhaps due to being too hasty, the teeth of the two even clashed and made a noise. It was slow, but it made both of them feel awkward.

"Had Mas .. hurt his teeth" protested Qeena.

"Sorry.." answered Dafi.

Then they continued the kiss, without realizing it, Dafi's hand was on top of Qeena's hair, so when Qeena moved a bit it felt like a shock. Both of them laugh together.

"It's very painful hair Qeena taste, heavy hands also nibanin hair" said Qeena.

"I'm sorry... Mas ga awakir .. aching ya" said Dafi while rubbing Qeena's hair gently.

"Pedes ." said Qeena, rubbing her head.

"We may have a yes .. a collision of teeth .. all rich hairpins .. others rich gini also gini anyway?" ask Dafi.

"Ga tau .. we never see" replied Qeena.

As Dafi rained down on Qeena with a friendly fondness, Qeena refused to treat her.

"Honey can't be more than caresses and kisses ya Neng" seduced Dafi.

Qeena was more and more embarrassed to be seduced like that.

"Mas ..why did you cry in front of everyone?" qeena asked after the two hugged while sleeping.

"Because if you kiss the rich lips was a special time we were both alone" replied Dafi casually.

"Kan Mas if asked for sure the answer is that" protested Qeena.

"Neng ..kiss on the forehead is a gentle expression of a man to show his affection. A kiss on the forehead is far from the word lust. I want everyone to know that I love you" replied Dafi.

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Yesterday when Dafi arrived home with Qeena, there was a small commotion between Dafi and Dawn upstairs.

Dawn pulled Dafi into her room.

"Why should Mas give new hope again to Qeena .. instead of Mas already disappointed with his actions?" ask Dawn.

"Let's you know for yourself why Mas had to behave indifferently with him ten days ago, Mas did because there was something that Mas could not tell" replied Dafi.

"Please him Mas .. he deserves to be happy for his own choice" said Fajar.

"Happy? he is happy with me. She also opened up and wanted to be Mas's wife" bela Dafi.

"He was forced to admit it, only for the sake of his family he was willing to sell himself to Mas" continued Fajar.

"Sell yourself? don't forget about Jar .. Ijab kabul with him. It is religiously legitimate. Where'd he sell himself?" ask Dafi.

"Mas ..the more he shies away from her and accepts her as sister-in-law, the more it hurts Mas. He has become the first love and there will continue to be this feeling" said Fajar.

"Stop that feeling Jar .. accept the fact that he chose Mas over you" said Dafi.

"Fajar does not believe that Mas really loves him and he is willing to be Mas's companion" said Fajar.

"In what way do you prove to let me believe it?" challenge Dafi.

Dawn fell silent, Dafi came out of her room to her room.

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"Sorry yes Neng if Mas lakanin it to prove to Fajar if Mas love you and you do not reject Mas" said Dafi in his heart while rubbing his hair Qeena.

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Twelve o'clock at night the new family Mak Nuha can graze the waist, from noon it feels like he did not stop his meat stall serving buyers. All the families have intervened, divided into tasks. From washing bowls and glasses, cashier parts, making meatballs, serving buyers to cooking soups and preparing meatballs companion (yellow noodles, vermicelli, celery, sambal).

For payment to each person Mak Nuha arranged. Already from the beginning agreed together if this business belongs to Mak Nuha and brother only as employees.