The Father Boy
ALA112'S CHAT. Roadblock
"Udah nih, tomorrow the person here took Izza's data. Daddy gave fifty million to your hand? I'm transferring now." Dad showed nominal in his banking application.
"Yes, Dad." I will not demand too large an amount, because I will pay it will be difficult.
If I tell Izza to save money, there will be more stress because his desire is not fulfilled. I have to be normal, so Izza doesn't know that I'm in economic trouble. It's not that I don't want him to know who helped me in this time of trouble, but I don't want him to stress over the amount of my debt that is not small.
"Go to your room, I've transferred the money. I still have a little work to do," Dad walked over to his desk.
"OK ready, Dad. Thanks, Dad?" I smiled broadly, then walked out of my dad's study.
Thankfully, when I walked into Izza's room I was still asleep. So it wasn't until there was drama to cry, because I left her sleeping.
Two days passed, Izza invited me to have sex because later it will be a long holiday because he menstruates. It's not that I don't want to, I can't be tense at all because I feel sorry for her. My mother's taste, with what she dreams of now. Made my interest disappear instantly, for fear that he was in pain and all sorts.
"Would I try to get into my mouth first?" Izza was waiting for my answer.
"Not to, darling. Here I hug." I pulled his hand to get his body back.
"Abang disgusted by me? Abang disgusted by my disease? Are you afraid of my illness?" Instantly he immediately glazed.
Geez, I didn't know it offended him.
"No, Honey. I'm afraid you're doing that, I'm afraid you're uncomfortable with my movements that sometimes get out of control." Thought I was doing fine, but if I'd been tired it's out of control too. I will turn like a wild, hungry cat. I don't know why, but it has to be like that.
"It's okay, Bang. Why me anyway? I'm okay too. I too if I want to go out and ask to be quickened."
Izza seems to want.
"Yes, he's got his mouth in." This is a way out to get tense quickly.
Full of patience, I can finally brave him as well. I always pity, making my interest affect my own wife. Is there something similar with my feelings too?
I've heard sentences from men on social media, he said his wife fainted will continue. Let alone the wife fainting, the wife was bored on top of it, I immediately changed positions. Yes, I have and at least I have to my wife.
"Bang, here first." Zio intercepted me who was about to open the fence.
"What's? Want to work brother." I approached him and sat on the porch of his house.
It's approaching my ears. "Borrow money" the bus later.
This again.
"Dad, you're empty." I just brought provisions from home, hoping not so much spending.
If possible, to eat a month only five million. Yes hopefully, because it's a pity fifteen million there's no stuff. Just clothes and around fashion is also skincare only.
"Seriously, Bang? Brother isn't reception, time's up a lot?"
Ish, this sucker son.
"Here sit down, Brother said." I sat on the porch of his house.
"What, Bang?" He fixed the scabbard first, then just sat next to me.
"After that marriage, the out-of-pocket expenses. You might not believe it, if you spend up to fifteen million a month. Plus, your brother-in-law is on a hospital routine. Brother's money is completely exhausted, until given the same cover father first. Later Brother is stable, will change all brother." I'm offended if anyone chooses money when I don't have money.
"Seriously, Bang? What pain?" It seems like he does not believe.
My face is not making up.
"Oh, yeah-yes. May the examination be carried out, given immediate healing. So that's why it doesn't fill up, Bang?"
Did he back me up?
"Abang doesn't know. But the doctor said, it does not interfere with fertility and fetal growth if it is not located on the periphery." It's hard to explain something like this.
"May not disturb fertility, Bang." He patted my back.
"Aamiin's." I glanced at my watch. "Ang to go first, a lot of work." I left Zio on the porch of his house.
I left for work, using Izza's car. I also made sure to eat melted rice first and take the stomach acid medicine. I had to keep him extra like a diamond, because he could have deliberately left a meal and messed up his health. I don't want him to be okay, thanks to the advice and point of view that Dad gave me.
However, the test is over. I can't pretend I didn't see the woman who asked my car to stop. The thing is, I'm not gonna feel good because I know that woman.
Floral.
Brughhh….
He slammed the car door, sitting next to me. I kept quiet, I had no intention of asking and was curious about his purpose.
"Wait for an online taxi, can't get. Sometimes you can, ask for cancel because of leaking tires. Duh, fuck me." Flowers open the conversation first.
I should have asked where he was going. But if I asked him that, he would have asked me to drive him.
"Want to work, Dek." He should know that I am busy.
"It's okay, I won't bother." Eve her mouth hit my temple.
What is this woman eating anyway? How does his mouth smell so good? Did he eat the seven-figure flower? Or gargle with perfumed oil? Or it could be, between his teeth wearing deodorant.
A fresh and fragrant sensation from his mouth. It seems exciting, if you clash your mouth with the actual action.
Ehh….
"Where are you going? Where are you going to go?" I tried to sniff her out so she could.
"Ck, where are you going?" He rubbed my shoulder in a slow motion.
Physical touch has no cure.
I immediately brushed, with simple action. What the hell is the hook, why is his hand so opiate?
"Gee! Yeah where are you going?!" I glanced sharply with the tone of the voice rising an octav.
He should not know, if the last night used to sow seeds in my wife's womb, now it has been strained half a pole.
"Oh my goodness, ketus was the son of yayah Ipan. The boyfriend doesn't give his wife." He laughed and patted my thighs
Alamac.
"Would you go to college? I put it down on the highway, right? I want to work, we're not in the same direction." I just want to get straight to the point.
"I was taken no longer okay, Bang." He grabbed me and his head leaned against my arm.
Oh, my God, my wife, I didn't bring her to work. Here's another foster sister asking to be taken to work.
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