
Morning at a simple room owned by Zee Zee and Dewangga. The lentic hand was still tightly hugging her husband's tattooed strapping body. The smooth snoring also still sounded smooth from his mouth. The wall clock has shown at six o'clock in the morning, but Zee Zee still seems so comfortable in the deck of Dewangga. He was still reluctant to move from there even though the God had invited him to wake up.
The young lady moved her hand back to the tip of the beautiful woman's nose.
Zee didn't answer. Instead of sege...