Married Om Duda
Chapter 27

Grayish white clouds seem to support the action of two lovebirds who have been legitimate to plow the fields. Not late at night, not early in the morning, both of them still lulled in delicious drunkenness. The clock has been showing at 7am since they woke up half an hour ago, and Farez has returned to hoeing the rice field he plowed last night. Again, the seed is ready to be spread, in the hope that it will flourish.

Wow, this one Duda Om getol too. Malem already pol gas, the morning still has energy to genjot again!

"Om, Om! Shrimp dong, poke it!" Shouted Lizi in a half-salto style.

"St! Awkwardly, the moment is also over!" Farez is still getting into the eel suoer quality with movement itens.

"Ahh .. Ikeh .. Kimmochi." Dessah Lizi was a little tight, so Farez was forced to hit his ass quite hard.

"Can it be more sweet?" Farez Protest.

"Well, I'm asking! I'm the one in the essay! It's up to dong to chirp like what!"

I want it to feel like Farez stuffed his wife's mouth just yesterday afternoon he married. However, the favors had already reached the crown and he could only beat Lizi's butt instead.

"Ugh, Yes, Baby!" Shouted Lizi getting increasingly funny do not know where the direction.

Before long, Farez grabbed Lizi's mouth, smothering her tightly and.

Satisfied with ploughing. Farez threw himself away. While Lizi still took a deep breath due to the sudden shock from Farez.

Good luck. If you don't, I've kicked the eel again with the eggs!

Lizi turned her head, looking at Farez who had pulled a blanket over his flagship eel while closing her eyes. Then he clucked, letting go of all his frustration from Farez's trickery.

But what is said, like rice has become porridge, yes it has stayed plus the topping and then eaten. So is the fate of Lizi's impromptu marriage which she must also enjoy.

"Sir, Om. I want to ask!" lizi's words were ignored by Farez. Upset at being ignored, he repeated his call while wearing a blanket-covered eel. "Mas!"

Farez finally opened his eyes and looked at Lizi. But instead of answering, he actually pulled the hand of the wife until she fell in his arms.

"Later to ask! Let's go to sleep, it's morning!" Farez casually hugged his wife, then closed his eyes again.

Also seen as handsome. Yes thankfully handsome, so not ashamed also brought to the condition!

Lizi pulled back the blanket, covered her body that had not worn anything since last night, then slowly closed her eyes, clutching Om the widower who had already made it delicious.

It felt like Lizi had only briefly closed her eyes, but the sunlight that pierced through the gap of the curtain looked so bright. He slowly blinked, looking at his empty side.

The gurgling of water sounded from within, not too obvious, but it was enough to give her a sign that the husband was inside. After looking at the direction of the bathroom, Lizi turned to the side to pick up the phone that was on the nightstand.

Just a moment he held the phone with the logo of a torn pineapple, when vaguely the door of his room was on tap.

"Excuse me, Service Room." The faint voice of a man sounded.

Lizi was about to unveil the blanket, but Farez who had just come out of the bathroom stopped her. "What are you doing?" ask Farez.

"You open the door" Lizi replied with eyes that still felt quite heavy.

Ahhh!! Abis forgot to wear clothes.

Lizi immediately sat down and pulled the blanket again, while Farez shook his head in surprise and went to open the door.

"Thank you, Mum! Let me take it in by myself," said Farez, taking a tray of food.

"Good, Sir. Enjoy it."

Farez immediately closed the door of his room back, then placed the tray full of food on the table.

"Hurry up to take a shower, keep eating!" farez was sitting on the couch enjoying the food.

Not Lizi's name if not stupid. The girl who had just let go of her upbringing grabbed the bathrobes and put them on. Then, without washing his face he ran a little astride and sat down beside Farez.

Farez himself felt that he had also begun to get used to his wife's attitude which was indeed rare, different from other women. Absurd, silly and somewhat. Maybe during the division of feminine attitudes, she covered the other part.

"Sir, did this go straight home?" lizi looked at Farez.

"Why? Stay here?"

Lizi puts her shoulders together, "At home, but .. gout, sir. Mr. playing gas poll, is dedek still an amateur!"

Farez who was drinking choked on hearing it. He turned his head, looking at Lizi who was actually relaxed after saying such a thing. In fact, she teased Farez with one wink.

The man still wearing the bathrobes stood up, walked to the side of the nightstand and picked up the phone handle.

"Yes, Hello .. extend one more night, yes. Okay, thank you," Farez said, speaking to the receptionist.

After finishing his call, Farez put the phone back on. Then he lay on his side with one hand on his back.

"It's been a night!" Farez reached out, opened his index finger and moved it. "Come, wife! We're gas poll again!"

UHUK!!

Lizi instantly spouted freshly fried rice into her mouth when she heard Farezz say.

Gass poll ye, Om 🤣🤣

Encock to 🤭🤭

Thumbs don't forget to shake first. Sajennya what else, the more sown, the more UP.

Bo'ong ding 🤣🤣