Married Hot Duda
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Nanda's staying here. He thought, they had been in one bed before, and nothing happened. Yes, Nuga never violated what came out of his mouth. Sleep is sleep. No holding a cell phone, let alone having a mind touching it.

After breakfast and driving Hima to the front of the gate, Nanda returned to Nuga's room. Yes, there ....

While the man knows where. Nanda's looking.

"Np ... Om where?" Nanda still remembered to shout here, of course for Nuga to realize his existence. Most watch dramas, so he knows that strange sights will appear in front of him. If in the drama the guy is checkered and fair-skinned and clean, here it may be flat or clumped full of fat and yes ... it is clear that Nuga has a slightly darker complexion than most Javanese. Bayangin itself ....

Nanda sneered at how not good her husband's body was. Far compared to Axcel or Diwa. Cc ....

"Just a second!"

Nanda sat on the bed, waiting in the bed. Nuga was in the dressing room that was only half a year ago built. Split this room into two that are not equally flat, but seem neater, even though it becomes narrower.

"Why?" Nuga has not yet appeared, only his voice is getting clearer.

"Borrow another hape." Nanda is frank. Looking for excuses will only make Nuga upset and in the end he can not hold the phone anymore.

The scent of the man's perfume that touched Nanda's nose first, then the sound of a step, and finally Nuga with his fresh appearance held out a cell phone at Nanda. Making Nanda gape so amazed at the appearance of Nuga.

Does reducing the sideburns and tidying the bewok on the man's face make it fresher? Or is Nuga actually good for the size of a man his age?

Nanda lowered his head slightly in order to avoid looking at the man. "Thank you, Om."

Nanda raises eyebrows ... This widower is quiet?

"Why don't I borrow a cell phone?" The question just came out. Nanda regretted it a little. What if Nuga changes his mind?

"If I ask, will you answer?" Nuga smiled at the small table where his briefcase was ready. Nuga just need to button the sleeves of the shirt, wearing a watch that is already next to the briefcase.

"Yes answer."

"The answer is a lie." Nuga chuckles. "Wear it! I'm not going to check the history."

Nuga turns to find Nanda who scowls, although Nuga knows Nanda is just too shy of her. That was right, right?

"I have breakfast ...." Nuga still laughed as he left Nanda.

If noticed since last night, Nanda is very expressive. His face had a thousand expressions, like a dancer. Pleased, sad, haru, happy, drawn from every movement of his body. Like that and Nuga saw it. It was only the matter of yesterday's matchmaking that Nuga didn't know at all.

And, yes .. last night was probably Nuga's closest moment to Nanda. Closest to Nanda's breath can be felt. Overnight, making Nuga think, did his concern all this time really purely because of responsibility, or did he have feelings for Nanda? It is natural to remember them close, until recent events that made them tenuous.

"Well, it's really nice, sir .. the water's boiling, the coffee I'm brewing, yeah." Nur makes a beautiful daydream Nuga buyar. But the man smiled.

Nur stepped into the kitchen with a frown and smiling lips. "Sir Nuga smiled, hihihi."