Married Hot Duda
78

Yanuar—kakak Nuga, along with his wife and daughter arrived today, thus making this house very crowded.

The afternoon after Isya, the village officer came with several neighbors, including papa Meylani's mother.

A'i Ling or Hima used to call her Ayi Ling or Nuga called her Aunt Ling helped Bu Hapsari and Nanda behind. Obviously they are talking about the event ngunduh mantu Pak Puji. And explain what happened even if you have to lie a little.

The Chinese woman sat down after arranging a small meal on a plate. His eyes looked at Nanda.

"Cinlok, yes, Nda." Ayi Ling chuckled.

"Si Nuga, Ling. If Nanda doesn't." Ms. Hapsari interrupted. She protects Nanda from being bullied by housing mothers. Let Nuga be blasphemed, Nanda not. Nuga's the thickest man by ear, Nanda's not. He was too small to withstand the scathing and rude talk of mothers.

"Nuga is consistent." Ling is irritable to talk, seirit spending, but jleb in the heart, squeaking in the ears.

Nanda looked at Ayi Ling with a dislike look, but basically Ayi Ling her person was used to being a slippery person, so she ignored that gaze. He said he was talking facts.

"He was fascinated when he fell in love with his father's daughter, Ling." Again Ms. Hapsari replied, ahead of Nanda. "There's nothing wrong, is there, Ling? As long as they both want to?"

Ling shook his head. "Just feel how can Nuga be inconsistent with the principle of his life. Nanda must be a special woman."

Nanda wanted to answer: Oh, obviously, Nanda is that. Darling, he could only reply with his eyes turning carelessly.

Very lazy in the style of Ling who pretentious good. The originals would want to look for the material for the same dispill mother mak complex.

"Clear dong." Ms. Hapsari replied with a pride that could not be hidden. "Nanda is the most fitting woman with Nuga. Four years Nanda always take care and pay attention to his son Nuga, has not taken care of his fussy Nuga. If not great, two days also can not stand the life of the Nuga."

Ling laughs. Thas right. He was disinclined by Nuga just because he saw how dark Nuga's eyes were and the man's silence while watching others talk. Nuga watches his interlocutor like a panther watching his prey.

"Call you be happy, Nda." Ling could only smile at Nanda as congratulations on their marriage, in the end. What Ling loves is, why her son can't look the same as Nanda in Nuga's eyes, Mey's whole life is also spent following Nuga and helping him take care of Hima. Ling felt sorry for her daughter, but certainly not her character forced the will on others for the sake of her child.

She knows, Mey left because of Nuga and this wedding. However, she never dared to voice out the vocally hurt her son was going through. Nuga said he didn't like Mey, dear Mey ngeyel. So, she could only stroke the chest looking at her son's behavior, this month.

Michelle appeared as Ling stood about to leave this room. He met Michelle.

"Hello, nice to meet you." Ling greeted with his friendly smile. "jet lag?"

Michelle's confused. From Bali to here, which makes jet lag what?

Ms. Hapsari, even Nur laughed. She looked at her daughter-in-law gently, as if hinting for Michelle to be quiet.

"Michelle's old in Bali, Ling! I forgot to tell you the same story."

"Oh, I thought the bule was pure." Ling laughed a little.

"Yes, he is Australian, only long time in Bali, even he can speak bali well. Fluent Indonesian, even he knows more about Indonesia than we do." Hapsari left all his work to be handed over to Nur. The rest pack a parcel for the guests to bring in front, after which it is finished.

"He worked at the Australian embassy for Indonesia, first." Hapsari whispering. "I only found out about it after I lived there."

"Hey, Mother .. Don't rub me in front of my nose!" Michelle was a little uncomfortable.

"Kan, he's very eloquent." Hapsari laughs to show that Ling's English is not needed to greet Michelle, which she is shocked at.

Hapsari welcomes Michelle who seems to want to see Nanda. "Please talk to Nanda. I know there's a lot you want to ask Nanda."

Here, Nanda felt trapped. How far they tell this sister-in-law's wife about her.

Ling was shocked to see Michelle, after getting married first, Yan immediately worked in Australia. Yan is accepted into a large company, then now, Yan and Michelle manage their own farm.

So far, he only knows the story of Hapsari. And admittedly, Michelle is amazing too. Ah, I don't know, he's too eager to have one of Hapsari's two children. Their friendship made Ling unable to do much. Hapsari was too good, Pak Puji was too close as a brother.

Nuga just got back after the guest came home. The man ran to his room without greeting Yan who was ready to be given a hug by Nuga.

"Buckoo! Later the widower made him suck!" Yan stared at Nuga's departure until he was nowhere to be seen in sight.

"Mother not surprised opo see Nuga being a home child like this?" Yan lowered his gaze towards the Mother who looked relaxed packing the rest of the treats for the guest earlier.

"Ndak! I thought it would be this way, because I think about the behavior of both of you!" Hapsari glanced at Mr. Puji who was sitting with a cell phone in his hand.

Yan chuckled, then sat down again next to his father. "Nuga is worse."

Pak Puji nodded in agreement. "Cronically!"

The two laughed loudly, patting each other. While Bu Hapsari replied with an annoyed sneer. "Set father karo son!"

Another nuga, he was in a hurry because he had to prepare because at dawn tomorrow, he had to go to Jakarta to replace his sick colleague. There are meetings and seminars that must be attended for two days in Jakarta.

"What the hell, Om gubrak gubruk so?!" Nanda saw her husband take down the suitcase and open the closet wide, making Nanda who had just straightened her legs startled instead of playing.

"Tap me to Jakarta, Nda ...!" Nuga was still busy picking up clothes, regardless of Nanda.

"How long?"

"Two days."

"Yes!"

Nuga turned his head, saw Nanda who clenched her hands while dancing indistinctly.

The shirt in Nuga's hand was thrown to the floor. He walked towards the bed with a piling up feeling.

"What does it mean to jog for pleasure?" inner Nuga.

"Why?" nuga asked as he was one arm away from Nanda.

"Free from Om—Eh!" Nanda immediately covered her mouth with both hands. "I mean .. free—hemmph!"

Not even sleeping is covered! This kid sucks. If he is at home, is Nanda not free? Free what? Free from the pressure of lovemaking? He said getting pressed is getting better?

"Aah, Om!" Nanda screamed as Nuga directly entered it without enough heating.

Again, his body was split in two.

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