(Not) Old Friday

Mau?

The days go by so fast, the more days it feels like Reka is in love with Nayla. Like that morning, he was still staring at the tired face of Nayla due to last night's heated battle.

Since the first time unboxing a month ago, Reka has never missed her nights without a hot night. In fact, he wanted to do it again and again. It seems to be that happy.

Nayla squirms for a moment to feel the warm breath of Reka blowing her face.

"Mas, what time is it?" asked Nayla with her hoarse voice. Even his eyes felt heavy to open.

"Hour 6. It's Sunday, you go to sleep, baby." The designer increasingly clutched Nayla's innocent body in his arms.

"Mas." call Nayla.

"What dear?"

"Body I'm so sore, my head is so dizzy, too" you know Nayla. "Later on holiday first, Mas."

The designer smiled slightly then kissed the top of Nayla's head. "I'm sorry, honey. I keep doing it every night, not to mention if added in the morning or afternoon. You are so darn collect. Yes, today and tonight I won't make you tired."

Reka stretched her arms and looked at Nayla who was still closing her eyes even though she was not sleeping.

"Dizziness? Let's go to the doctor and check."

Nayla shook her head. "Just a little dizzy."

"Later tonight there's a dinner. If you're not feeling well, we don't have to go."

Nayla shook her head. "I'm not papa Mas. Just a little dizzy. Some days it is gini but later the day will be gone. Yesterday Mas Reka bought me a dress. It's a shame if it's not made."

She cupped Nayla's cheeks and kissed her lips gently.

Nayla was always lulled by that soft kiss.

"Let's go to the salon all massage let your body enjoy."

Nayla nodded her head. But he now opened his eyes wide as he felt something stiffening near his stomach.

"Mas, he said take a day off." Nayla started to pout.

"Yes, holiday."

"But how tense is down."

The design chuckled while smirking Nayla's cheeks. "Regular darling, early in the morning. Yesterday aja. I will sleep alone."

Wanting Nayla to fall back asleep but it felt uncomfortable too, let alone the long muscle twitching a few times near her stomach.

"Where do you want to sleep, if the bottom of the nyenggol continues."

The design is getting cackled. His body language can't lie. "Udah justin, if it is near the nest it likes to be spoiled so."

They were silent for a while, Nayla's hands couldn't bear to not touch her either.

"Darling, he said tired? Even go gini?"

Nayla smiled as she looked at Reka. "Resid of gemesin."

The more laughing he made. It turned out that not only he was addicted but also Nayla. He let Nayla swipe and play hers even though the passion was back on fire.

Nayla's face turned red, but Reka just hugged her not giving her any stimulation.

Nayla looked at Reka, it seemed like she wanted something.

"You?" ask Reka. He understood Nayla's gaze wanting him.

Nayla was embarrassed. Though he himself who wants to take off because his body feels tired but the desire in his body suddenly appears only because it touches the property of Reka.

The plan did not change its position. He just opened Nayla's legs and started hitting her again.

Nayla just closed her eyes with lips that continue to de lawfully feel the pleasure given by Reka in a row.

"I love you so much." The design further tightens his embrace with the hips that are still actively moving. On that morning, they were already creating sweat together.

"Darling, you're so pretty." The designer bent himself and hugged Nayla from behind as Nayla was preening in front of the dresser.

"Obsolutely normal. Don't be the mode of design."

The design sniffed in that hairless neck. "So it's out of massage dear, it's not achy dong."

Yes, all day they both did do the treatment in the salon including massage that makes Nayla's body feel refreshed.

"Continue?" nayla asked as she rolled her eyeballs.

"Yes not papa. So tonight I can sleep well." The design kissed briefly on Nayla's cheeks. "Are you ready to go?"

"I deg-deg an Mas. Must be there on the job and smart-smart."

The designer gave a small smile and again kissed Nayla's cheeks briefly. "You have a job too."

"What?"

"Dear queen in my heart."

It was horrible that her husband. Nayla just sneered.

"Duh, his lips want me to smell the taste."

"Don't! I'm wearing a lipstick."

Reka took off her hug and then she switched to taking her phone. Reply for a moment Angga's message reminding about the dinner event.

"Didn't it work, the dress?" Nayla turned herself in front of the mirror. The silver dress fits so well on Nayla's body.

"Beautiful." just one word fits Nayla at the moment. The designer held onto both of Nayla's shoulders and looked at her. "For me, you're perfect so you have to be confident."

Nayla nodded her head then she gently rubbed the clean cheeks of the Reka. "Add more handsome my husband. I'm younger."

"Yes dong. Each day is given the happiness of inner birth so that you can follow your age."

Nayla rubbed the printed dimples as Reka smiled. "Later if we have children, hopefully there are gini dimples, I like it very much."

Instantly, Reka's hand rubbed Nayla's flat stomach. "Is it?"

Nayla just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, there's no sign yet. But I think I'm a week late."

Design smiled, she very much hoped that the seeds of her love would soon grow in Nayla's womb. "Hopefully soon." Then Reka took Nayla's hand and took her out of the room. Not to forget Nayla brought her small bag containing a cell phone and wallet.

After saying goodbye to her mother, the two of them immediately got into the car.

Nayla's chest is pounding. This was her first time attending a dinner and certainly as a couple of a director. I don't know what kind of coworkers Reka, have not met her dwarf soul has thrashed.

They stopped the car in the parking lot of a five-star hotel. The two of them got off and headed for the luxurious restaurant that was near the hotel garden.

A few pairs of eyes were now staring in awe at Nayla and Reka who looked very harmonious with the color of the matching dress and suit.

"Pak Reka," said one of Reka's co-workers who immediately shook the hands of Reka.

"Sir Rio, how are you?"

"good. Listen, Mr. Reka is married?"

"Yes, this is my wife."

"It's pretty, it's young."

Nayla just nodded her head while smiling unwillingly shaking hands with Rio.

In another corner of the place there are those who stare cynically at the arrival of Nayla.

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