(Not) Old Friday

Through the Hand Path

"Mas Reka, it's a little there. Hot." Not being able to sleep comfortably but Reka's embrace during the day made Nayla overheated because the weather was quite hot that day.

"Yes, hot. I'm chilling the AC." Reka took off her hug but when going to take the remote AC was actually prevented by Nayla.

"Don't Mas. Kasian Dika will be cold."

The plan to undo his intention to make the room cool through AC. He finally opened his shirt and went bare-chested.

"Mas sleep in the next room alone." tell Nayla because she knows her husband can't sleep if it's overheating.

"Sleep without you?" The design pursed her lips a sign that she would not sleep without Nayla.

"Ih, just take a nap, really complicated." Nayla shifts herself to leave some space between them. Then turn her back on Reka because she began to sleepy and again if she continues to face Reka, rest assured her drowsiness will be lost to see the muscles of the Design clearly plastered.

"Darling, how are you facing there?"

"Look at me The design is getting hot."

Little laughing design. He brought himself closer and closer until his entire chest stuck to Nayla's back.

"Mas, slide dong." Nayla moves her shoulders so that Reka slightly rewinds herself.

"Wouldn't. I miss you the same. I haven't hugged this for a long time." Not shifted but Reka increasingly tightened her embrace.

"Yes, you can't go near first. Tuh, the bottom is already nudging."

"Yes, it's electrocuted." replied Reka with a laugh. He instead attached his own that had stiffened near the pan tat Nayla. For two weeks, he never took care of it to his own satisfaction.

"Darling..."

"Hem? Still can not Mas." replied Nayla despite only hearing the call dear.

"Yes, know. It's not that."

"Continue?"

"Here, turn back on the body." The design pulled Nayla's arm to face her.

Only then did Nayla turn her body, Reka had already grabbed those sweet lips. It is deeper and very active. Even the sound of the decapitation had filled the spacious room.

The breath of the design is getting heavier. He led Nayla's hand into her pants.

"Honey, hand job." Pinta Reka.

"I can't." Nayla will withdraw her hand but is held back by Reka.

"I thought it was baby. You're a jago."

Nayla finally obeyed Reka's wishes. He rubbed those long, hard muscles. "Pake your own hands Mas. I think it was before marriage." Nayla laughed.

"Different taste. Now it's marriage." She kissed nayla's lips again because only her lips could touch. One hand Reka pressed and moved Nayla's hand to make it faster.

Reka took off her pagutan, she actually de sah slowly near Nayla's ears that make Nayla's hair goosebumps.

When the release was felt at the end, quickly Reka picked up the tissue.

Always, the moaning sound of Reka sounded very erotic in Nayla's ears.

"Forced through the path of the hand, later if Dika is ready to have a sister, then I release again to be free to swim in the belly of Mama." The design cleans the spilled liquid until it hits Nayla's hand.

The designers dumped the tissues in the trash and then laid themselves back down. "That's not what it means. We'll see Dr. Dong in a month."

"Ih, kirain."

"What are you not a confectioner? Not addicted?" The designer hugged Nayla back but not too tightly.

Nayla just smiled a little because she was honestly also hooked with Reka.

"But if you want to have one child just don't papa. I'm happy to have Dika. I know, during the process of conceiving until childbirth it is not easy. Especially after giving birth." Design kissed in the top of Nayla's head.

"Have another brother dong Mas. Let Dika have a friend" said Nayla confidently.

"Thank God, be passionate for him." The little smiling design at the end of his sentence. Of course, he would definitely fight again and he would not repeat the same mistake. "Later I'll fix everything. Enough of this this time for a life experience."

Nayla nodded while yawning long. Moments later, Nayla began to close her eyes.

Look at that fresh face. Although his fear last night was still impregnated, but now he can start to calm down. Slowly he started to close his eyes but woke up because his phone suddenly went off.

He took off his arms slowly so Nayla wouldn't wake up and sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed her phone. There was a call coming in from Angga.

The designer put on his shirt and walked out of the room to pick up the call.

"Yes, what's wrong?" ask Reka while sitting on the sofa in the middle room.

"There's one person from their cabal who has no known true identity."

The design took a long breath. It turns out that the corruption plotters are not random people. From one problem it spreads everywhere because it turns out that the Dean named Dirga also has a dark business under the auspices of a former mobster who is an enemy of Uncle Rendra.

"Is he one of the Lecturers on campus as well?" ask Reka.

"It seems, yes."

The design breathed deeply. "Yes already. You keep monitoring this problem. The business of the office I left to Yuda and Zahra. I still have to take care of Nayla. I also need some guards at home, you call them tell me to go home."

"Yes. Later if there is important info I call again."

The plan turned off the call. He now rests himself on the back of the sofa.

"One of the Lecturers on campus? In two weeks, Nayla has started on campus. Don't let him put Nayla in danger. I have to get the bodyguards to take care of Nayla."

The design massages for a moment his temples that feel dizzy. Either it's the effect of thinking about the problem or because of lack of sleep. Want him to rest for a while but some work should he discuss with his men.

"With Nayla and Dika asleep, I'll just finish my job."

The designer looked back at his phone and opened his e-mail. There are some important emails coming in. He immediately contacted Yuda and directed his work.

It didn't feel like an hour spent at that place. He leaned more and more on the sofa and yawned several times even he was surprised because the phone suddenly slipped from his hand and hit his chest.

"Well, why sleep here sitting down?"

Hearing Nayla's voice instantly Reka opened her red eyes. "Darling, how did you wake up?"

"I want to eat, hungry. Mas Reka, rest first if tired."

Design just nodded and instead lay himself on the sofa, he resumed his sleep because of drowsiness that was already unbearable.

Nayla simply peeked at Reka's forehead and let her fall asleep on the sofa.