Young Lecturer Small Wife
Pecanors
After his encounter with Poky that day, David was always cranky. His mind was never separated from the woman who had been his wife even if only one hour.
"Why is this feeling present now? When he already belongs to someone else" murmured David who was now leaning on the sofa.
"Dream, Bro." Ragil just came patting David on the shoulder
"What a new one's coming back." David looked at Ragil.
"The reason is so good I'm at home in a prospective bini. Want to rush halal taste, so it can continue," said Ragil.
"Live another month, too," David said.
"That's it, a month to feel a year yes," said Ragil lethargic.
David just smiled wryly at Ragil's words, now his best friend is getting married. Leaving her jones alone. If only he had not made a hasty decision, maybe things would not have turned out this way.
"Lo why?" Ragil looked at the friend who looked glum.
"Gue nyesel, Gil," said David.
"What do you regret?" Ragil knitted his two eyebrows.
"Gue nyesel, why at that time I was in a hurry to dig Poky as deep as 1 hour of our marriage age. Why don't I try the road first, like Galang same Dela." David breathed a rough sigh.
"What makes you feel comfortable? Are you in love, Poky?" ask Ragil.
"Yes, I just realized. It turns out that my heart is not filled by Ella anymore, but the same Poky," said David lethargic.
"If you love the same, Poky. Fight him" Ragil advised.
"No way, I don't want to be the third person between Diego and Poky" David said.
"David's days are easy, dong's spirit, Bro. Before the yellow janur curved, cornering can still be done," said Ragil
"Gue's not a pecanor!" david sarcasm.
"What's pecanor?"
"Full guy's girlfriend!"
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Today Ella has returned to the office as usual, she is excited to go to the office because soon her internship will be over and she will become a scholar as well. A sweet smile adorned that beautiful face, he was already impatiently waiting for the moment where he would graduate from college.
"Tumben my job is a little bit, brother?" Ella asked the head of her division.
"That's an order, Mr. Rayen. He did not want to exhaust his mother" replied the division head.
"Don't call mom napa, feel like my moms" Ella lamented.
She did not realize that she was already a mother. The mother of her two children, uh soon three with her still in her stomach. Because of her little work, in a short time Ella had already finished everything.
"Bete, to Ray ajalah's room," he murmured as he passed into the husband's room.
Once there, Ella went straight inside. She looked at her husband who was massaging the temple, it seemed like the man was dizzy with the work piling up.
"Want me to help you?" tawar Ella who was already standing next to Ray.
"You dong." Ray looked up when he heard the wife's voice.
"Ok, what can I do for you?" ask Ella.
Without answering, Ray gently pulled the wife into his lap. He immediately struck his wife's lips gently but demanded. Ella only resigned when the husband attacked, because refusing was useless. Actually Ella is lazy to do this but she does not want to refuse.
"Sister! What's to do?" Ella held Ray's hand that was about to undress
"Help my tired sister," whispered Ray in a hoarse voice.
"How will anyone come in?" Ella glanced at the door.
"His door is already the key brother."
Ray again attacked his wife with a hand that had wandered in the area of his favorite mountain. The village**han and eranga**n little came out of Ella's tiny lips as Ray played his Himalayan mountain peaks. Ella was relieved as Ray's lips rolled down the neck of her tie, making her small sap leave a trail of possession there.
"Emmh brother..." Ella clutched tightly onto Ray's hair as the man's mouth scooped up his Himalayan peaks greedily like a thirsty baby.
"Sister Ray, I'm a laper" Ella said in between the legs.
"A little while, dear."
Because he heard his wife was hungry, Ray just took out his bird that had stood upright like justice. Then she took down the sponge skirt Ella was wearing. In the morning before noon they did the Unification, the sound of mutual reassurance echoed in the room.
"Why is Ray again? Tumben the door on the key," muttered Ragil who was about to hand over the file.
Trying to eavesdrop but inaudible because Ray's room is soundproofed. Finally Ragil just chose to wait like a bodyguard near the door.
Before long the door of the room opened featuring Ella and Ray who had been neatly returned. Ella appeared to be stuck to Ray's burly arm.
"Pantes in the lock, there's a yang apparently." Ragil looked at the couple with a glance.
"Signature." Ragil's been file-stuffing some files.
"Now?"
"At the elephant, yeah now, Ray. If I can't wait here. Who's waiting for you again." Ragil knew what they were doing because he saw a red mark on Ella's white neck.
"Eat it spit, halalin do'i lo. Let it go" said Ray.
"Another month is halal, just to wait," said Ragil.
"I want to eat first. I'm starving here." Ray embraces Ella then passes away.
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"Oma, which brother?" The beautiful Zura approached Vienna, who was making pudding in the kitchen.
"Again you at the back of the house," replied Vienna staring at Zura at a glance.
Without saying any more, Zura immediately moved to the back of the house to look for his brother. At this time Zam was painting while sitting on a small chair.
"What's the big crap?" Zura stared at the painting his brother had made but he did not know what his brother was painting.
"Abstract," replied Zam briefly.
"What's that?" zura asked not understanding.
"When can you call it, R." Zam looked at the cute face of his sister.
"Not old, Brother. Ask the creator of the towel. When was the hulup L pinned," replied Zura.
"R so, L. Ara, ara." Zam broke the hair of his fat brother.
"Well?" Zura's forehead shriveled.
"Yes, Ara. Your name is Zura. So your favorite nickname, Ara," said Zam.
"Good, Bang."
Zura's attention was shifted to the brother's laptop that was still on. Looks like Zam forgot to turn off the laptop, because before painting, he played the laptop first.
"What is this thing?" Zura pointed at the laptop screen which contained images of various weapons.
"Am, that. Toys, yeah. Toys," Zam replied nervously.
"Kok Ala, don't look at the toy store," confused Zura.
"Because it's an antique toy, Ara."
"What ant?"
"Frare."
"Oh, transparent brother want to do the same with this toy? What's a gambal brother?" ask Zura again.
"Em, Zura was buying ice cream. You want to?" Zam diverts the conversation.
"You brother, where's the eskim?" exclaiming Zura.
"In the fridge, let's take it."
Zam immediately closed his laptop and also cleaned the painting tools, then he took his sister to the kitchen to take the ice cream.
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"Hi brother, I'm coming. How are you doing there?" Kiana crouched down in front of Rendi's grave.
"Liat, Brother. I'm not crying anymore. I'm happy here, I hope you're happy there too." Kia rubbed his headstone with a thin smile.
Can not be denied, the sense of tightness is still there even if only a little. Kia tried to smile, she recalled that there was already Ragil beside her. Giving color to his days that have been dark after living in Rendi.
"You once said that if I miss you, look to the brightest stars. I always do that every night when I miss you. But now, I already have a star exactly like you, brother. He's kind, loving. And accept me for who I am. Even so, you still have my heart's innermost bay." Kiana told me in a smile.
"I'm actually here for your permission, brother. I'm with Ragil to marry in less than one month, our blessing, brother. Pray that the show will run smoothly" said Kiana.
Honestly, in his heart he felt a longing for the man who always made him laugh with his ridiculous jokes. Kiana misses Rendi overtook him, she also misses the man's sweet smile.
"I can't be sad, inget, Ki. You already have Ragil," muttered Kiana whose eyes had dewy.
Hello guys, some parts are over this story. Actually want to finish. But unfortunately his word is not enough for reward. So forced to authorize the extension of little hehe.
And oh yes, Zura's story is already brojol. Only 2 episodes, yes. Like come over there. Let the authority continue his Zura story. The title is Kepentok Cinta Pak Guru. Jan forgot to look at the trail as well ya😘