Married Hot Duda
67

"Shew first, just keep sleeping again."

As soon as Nanda woke up at nine in the night, Nuga was tidy. It seems that man is going somewhere. Nanda's half-open eyes glanced at Nuga from top to bottom.

"Om where was it? How long did you come home from Mushola? Now go again and I'm not invited?" Nanda protest. He has never been left alone at home— who is completely alone, usually there is still Nur or Hima. And from Magrib, he was left to sleep, and now he is awakened to be left again?

"When I wake up like this, I can't sleep anymore!" Nanda slumped down while rubbing her eyes. His body was weak and tired. Tilled Nuga like a rice field, kneaded like doughnuts, making Nanda bones feel soft. Sleep also does not make the energy recover.

Nanda pushed Nuga's body roughly as he passed through it.

Nuga chuckled, then carried Nanda away as if Nanda was cotton, towards the bathroom. Although upset, Nanda kept quiet. He knows this is not good, but bodo is very. He was very tired, willing to thrash also no energy. So he casually wrapped his legs around Nuga's waist, tightly hugged the man's neck and dropped his head on the recess of Nuga's neck.

"Koala based! Lelet and the sleepyhead!" Nuga. This Nanda has two very strange traits. He is energetic, at once mageran. This is mager mode and resigned, agile fitting, he and Hima can be a fitting pair to knock down the house.

Nuga lit a hot water faucet, then sat on the edge of the tub, holding Nanda as if holding Hima. Gently stroked Nanda's back and massaged it on her shoulders.

"Om, if I om this will continue, it could be a meat bakpao long ago I admit." Nanda said that with a limp and hoarse voice. Nuga chuckles, then keeps Nanda's body away from him.

In the face of Nanda's face is drowsy and messy by her long hair. Slowly scattered until the face of Nanda who was sembam was all visible. Nuga steals a kiss over Nanda's lips.

"I think I really should apologize to you for all my bad thoughts to you, Nda." Nuga directed Nanda's face to face him, forcing the woman's eyes to open even a little.

"Hem?!"

"You're so innocent for a husband and wife affair." Nuga let go of his hand and grabbed the lever of the faucet to turn off the flow of water.

Nanda opened her eyes, Nuga's sweet face was faint. "Yes, marriage is complicated in my house. I have to prepare this and that, same husband must obey, and I do not like. Why not a husband who occasionally serves his wife? That's why I want to date first, discuss this, so that later marriage, the wife can still have a career and the husband can help with household affairs. We're just as good at home, so, Om!"

Nuga unbuttoned Nanda's shirt, after putting his little wife's limp hand on his shoulder. Nanda must not have been aware of what he said, so Nuga smiled again, although what he said must be honesty.

"It's not that kind of relationship, but ...." Nuga brought his lips closer to Nanda's ears. The sideburns on his chin touched Nanda's skin until Nuga felt Nanda's small jiggle. Nuga's hand that finished unbuttoning Nanda's shirt immediately slipped into Nanda's small waist and hugged her. "... fuck."

Nanda threw away the breath he had held because the amused in his body did not go away. "I don't know exactly how, just know he said sick .. and that's right, plus tiring, and tired of not missing. Is everyone like this, but because at home in-laws become jaim?"

"They're used to it." Nuga removed the link between Nanda brad. Let go of the top to be thrown into the dirty laundry basket.

"Great, yes, they! Ibuk woke up early, his wife Mas Bagas and Mas Dika also woke up early when at my house. Though the night was wrestled up to 3 times." Nanda went down and turned around to remove all her clothes. For this one, Nanda is not ashamed like most people even in front of her husband. Nanda was so cute. His mind is very simple, even already entered is also treated like oreo, so why shame?

"They only do it once ..only special men can do it many times."

Nanda who had entered the bathup looked up. Letting Nuga who was sitting next to him see a red mark on his chest.

"Om special then?"

Nuga nodded a little narcissistic. "Most special in his class."

"Old widower class, you mean?" Nanda jolly. Nuga chuckles, though amused at being called a widower. He is no longer a widower. If old is yes.

"I'm out for a minute, yeah .. Take a shower don't take long!" While still chuckling, Nuga kissed the top of Nanda's head and left a piece of his favorite meat. Both of his parents were waiting at the airport.

Nanda nodded. Slowly closing his eyes, he began to feel comfortable, because Nuga was no longer fierce to him. Always based, although not his father and mother, made Nanda melt with gentle treatment full of affection. At least, he did not marry a rude man, considering that the husband for him is a partner, not a boss who must be respected, not a master who must be served, and not a king who must be worshiped. She wants a loving, loving, understanding husband. Axcel already had all of that, but Nuga had plus points.

A grown man is always one step ahead of a man of his age. Nanda couldn't deny that.

Outside, Nuga had just opened when a white car that Nuga was familiar with entered the courtyard.

"Mey ..," muttered Nuga, continuing to watch the car stop.

Mey gets off behind the wheel chair, ignores Nuga and opens the door for a woman in her 60s. "Slow down, Buk ...!"

Mey grabbed the woman's arm and closed the door quietly.

"Oh Allah, Mey .. Thanks, I've invited Ibuk with you. How can fit yes, the meeting was, even though we have no agreement." She is the humorous and relaxed Ms. Hapsari. Unlike Pak Puji whose face is 11 12 the same as Nuga. His body was large, his skin dark, and his hair white. His face was as scary as Nuga's.

"Ga ... You are dreaming in there! Help Ibuk in!"

Nuga nodded and approached his mother. He stopped next to Mey and said slowly for the sake of politeness. "Thank you, yeah, Mey."

Mey wasn't smiling at all. The woman was cold and ignored Nuga. "It just so happens that I'm there again."

Nuga doesn't know how to deal with Mey. Mey should be able to behave better, but maybe Mey felt that ignoring Nuga could make her heart relieved, so Nuga let it go. It was not his obligation to make Mey's feelings improve.

"Where's my man?!" Bu Hapsari slapped Nuga's arm tightly, making Pak Puji and Mey turn his head.

"He's in the room, he's been sleeping a long time waiting for the arrival of Ibuk." Nuga forgot to kiss his mother's hand, so he rushed to do it. Of course while avoiding the look of his mother.

"Wes mbok work wae, anyway, bojomu iku! Eat sprain! Basic wes memebet your friends iku, Ga!" Once again, Ms. Hapsari made the atmosphere very uncomfortable for Mey. Nuga was actually laughing amusedly as he lowered his head, but once he straightened up, his face went back flat.

Ms. Hapsari looked at her son straight up while shaking her head. "Do not keep the image in front of Ibuk, you are the same Father you are a podo!"

Nuga and Pak Puji look at each other, but have not decided to greet each other. Four years they did not talk to each other, did not ask each other the news, although Nuga felt like doing it first, but he knew, his father was not an easy person when feuding. Just asking the news for example, will not make the man who is almost 70 years old was destroyed.

Well, once Nanda is in her bed. Because that is all that makes a Praise want to return to the land.

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