MUSHROOMS. Young Widows Underage

MUSHROOMS. Young Widows Underage
BUCIN DISEASE.


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HOLD FAST TO GOD'S PROMISE.


That the patient will be rewarded with a great deal of reward.


No matter how many trials come, remember that God is always with us. And remember that whatever happens in our lives is also the destiny of God.


The destiny of our lives has been written, so it is always a pleasure to be a provision from God. Remember, God loves a person who is patient, steadfast, and grateful to live his life destiny.


Be assured, Allah is with those who are patient, that patience is highly demanded by Allah. Patience is the nature of the members of heaven.


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As Gibran said, after Ray arrived at Gibran's apartment. They immediately headed to his village Alisha, with a van Mercedes-Benz V-Class. Gibran deliberately told Ray, bringing the car, so that he and his wife could be comfortable in it.


Because it is a Van Mercedes-Benz V-Class car, it is in addition to a little wider, the seats can also be adjusted according to their wishes. As at this time Gibran deliberately set the chair a little half sleep, so that his wife can sleep while on the way.


"Well, now you can sleep, baby. You must still be tired? After traveling from the island? So Mas deliberately asked Ray, bring this car, so you can rest. So by the time we get to you, your body is fit again, baby. So now go to sleep" said Gibran, after he set his seat Alsha.


"Well, Lisha is still very sleepy. So don't you think Lisha's sleeping?" alisha asked, as she began to lean her head against her chair.


"It's okay, honey. Go to sleep, when you get there, Mas will wake you up, "gibran replied gently, as he gently dipped Alisha's forehead.


"Humm, thank you, ma'am" replied Alisha, as she began to close her eyes. And because he was already very sleepy, so no wonder that now his breath has begun to be regular, indicating he has been washed away in his dream.


"Eh? Really fast sleep? Is he really tired, huh?" muttered Gibran, looking at his sleeping wife's face, "Humm. So it's natural that he's exhausted like this" he continued, again with a smile. He seemed to be imagining something naughty on his wife.


"Yes, how else, you always pack the hell baby. So even without you teasing me, my desire can rise immediately, just because you see your behavior," whispered Gibran, as he pulled the tip of the nose of Alisha's nose.


"Well.gruesome!! Seeing you fall asleep just like this, you wake up! Aahs.. Lo Tong doesn't know himself! Don't tell me you're the same as me! Look at it, because of Lo he's that soy sauce! So please, hold down the desire Lo, understand!" gibran said, this time his voice sounded a little loud with his eyes pointed towards his bottom.


Hearing Gibran's words, Ray, who was driving his car, heard every word he said. And it made him immediately glance at his rearview mirror. Because he thinks his boss is talking to him. Because he had a glance at Alisha who was asleep before Gibran rambled earlier.


"Sorry Sir! Are you talking to me?" asked Ray, curious. Gibran immediately realized when he heard Ray's question.


"Aah. good sir! This is also my focus" Ray replied, and he was back to focusing on driving it.


"Good! Now I want to sleep! Wake me up when you get there, you understand?" gibran said again, without waiting for a reply from Ray. Gibran immediately pressed the button closing the middle curtain so that Ray, unable to look back again.


"Eye sir!" reply Ray, while he intended to glance at the rearview mirror. But the curtains were closed perfectly.


"Haiiis.. turned out to be creepy huh? If you have a bucin disease. Look at me, people who used to be cold and have no feelings for women only, now it's like that! Iiikh... I'm a serem huh? I hope I don't get to kayak that much, Atut!" murmured Ray, with eyes still focused on the road he was about to cross.


"How noisy Lo Ray is! Want me to cut Lo's bonus this month huh?" Ray immediately gasped to hear Gibran's words behind the curtain.


"Eh, no-no sir! I'll focus!" ray replied, and finally he refocused and did not dare anymore, let out his voice again.


The car atmosphere is now quiet. Because both of his masters were asleep. Make Ray, have a chance to speed up his car. Plus the highway to the countryside is not too crowded, making it easier for Ray, to accelerate the speed of his car. So, without feeling, his car has started to enter the area of his village Alisha.


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Meanwhile on the other side.


Seemed a man with a pale face, sitting on a chair on the terrace of the house that looks simple. He seems to be sick, because his dipelipis looks there are pieces of two koyok that are attached there. And before long a woman came out of the simple house.


"Huh! You slackers! His weekday saban just sits here!" the woman with a face that looks very sadistic.


"He! Marwan! Want to get to when? You're sitting around waiting for your goddamn child, huh? You think he's going home, don't you?! He heard ya Mas! Until you die, that unlucky kid will never come home! So now you better die quickly! Don't bother me and my son!" sniff the woman. As he drew his hand, the man named Marwan, who was none other than his father Alisha.


Because Marwan is sick. So when he was pulled by his wife, immediately fell down, "Santi! The more days your behavior gets crazy huh?" the Marwan protests, which are still seen on the floor.


"Why is it, huh?! You want to hit me, huh? Hit it! There are you whom I keep an eye on." Santi replied, as he wished, hitting Marwan. His hand was held by someone.


"Stop!!" exclaiming a man.


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