Married Om Duda
Chapter 9

Room with an area of 20 square meters, which is dominated by black and gray. Giving the impression of macho and elegant. Ambalan stuck on the wall as a bookshelf, also a table complete with a computer.

There was nothing special there, but every corner seemed neat, clean, also fragrant.

The bed is designed with a fringe like a sofa bed. The back wall of the bed with red brick accents, decorated with a painting of Batman holding a mic.

I don't know, since when Batman switched professions as a singer and left Gotham City. In this case, the author is also still investigating the case.

Turn back to Lizi. The girl started to walk around every corner. His curiosity was turbulent, wanting to know the contents of a widower's room.

He doesn't have a blue tape? Very fond of. As a widower, he should have a collection.

Eh... Is it now the age of using cassettes? There are computers, flash drives, and so on.

"Bego! Ahaha!"

Dispense about blue, red, and whatever. Lizi laid her body on a soft bed which turned out to be quite tempting. Not until it took a long time, the girl's eyes were already closed.

Malleable and quite sound. Until he didn't realize time was passing fast enough and by the time he blinked, the sunlight had dazzled his eyes.

Mampus, what time is it?

Lizi gasped in shock and rose from her sleep. When the energy from his brain went down to his feet, and then up again to his head, he realized something strange.

Who is this room?

His brain instantly blanked for a moment. Lizi felt, that she needed kayang now, for her brain to become diluted. But he had not had time to take a swipe, the girl's IQ gave a signal first. Opens up a flash of memory about his absurd story last night, so he must be held accountable.

"This is the room of the widower. Ah, bang-ke." Lizi patted her forehead, before she finally went down, afraid that the boarding man who held the status of widower was angry with her again.

Farez was sitting in the same place as when Lizi left him to go upstairs. Hearing Lizi's footsteps coming down the stairs, the man spontaneously turned his head, looking at a girl with disheveled hair wandering freely in his house.

"Hehe, the Father. I can make jokes." Lizi tried to dodge.

"Handid? Mukaku gini there's a funny look?"

Lizi folded her two lips, with her eyes turning upwards as if mocking Farez.

"Help me take a shower!" pinta Farez suddenly, making Lizi immediately glare, looking at Farez from head to toe. Imagine a lot of blue scenes that won't pass censorship here.

"Emm .. That, sir."

Farez tried to stand up from his chair slowly. "Where are your thoughts? You think I told you to bathe me?"

Lizi hurriedly ran over and helped finish Farez off. "I guess it is, sir."

"Oh, I don't mind being helped either."

Farez's answer made Lizi surprised to look at the man she was packing into the bathroom. "D bathed, after that in the caravan. That's the order, sir?"

His small slender body, suddenly pushed up by Farez's hand. "Go take a shower!" exclaimed Farez with his irritated facial expression.

Why the same as Duda?

It is true that the order, bathed, pardoned, disholati continues to be guaranteed. Is that what it is about handling a corpse?

What's wrong? Everyone will feel it too.

...☆TBC☆...

Thumbs in the shake first, let more Ashoooyyyyy