(Not) Old Friday

Already Caught

"Damn! One more man escaped!" Reka talks to his men through a headset connected to his cell phone.

There are still three people involved in this case. After learning of his hiding place, Reka immediately told his men to capture them.

"I'm now watching Nayla... Yeah, now a lot of college students are on break so it's hard to track."

Ever since Nayla dropped out of the classroom, Reka kept on loving her. Until Nayla eats at the canteen Reka keeps watching her.

As Nayla departs the canteen, she suddenly sees someone behind Nayla walking suspiciously.

"You're fast to the front of the canteen right now!" he ordered his men through a headset that was still connected to the call.

Reka rounded her eyes when she caught a glimpse of the person taking out a sharp weapon. The designer immediately ran towards Nayla. He hugs Nayla and turns Nayla's body quickly as there is no time left to dodge.

Nayla was very surprised by the sudden incident.

"Arrrghhh!" reka shouted as the sharp weapon managed to stab her back.

Realizing with that voice, Nayla widened her eyes. "Mas Design!"

"Hey, don't run!" reka's men managed to bend the person who had stabbed Reka.

"Mas Design!" Nayla's hand touched the back of the blood-splitting Reka. Nayla was panicking.

The plan took off the mask. "Don't worry, I don't papa" said Reka grimacing in pain.

"Please help!" Fara screams that makes some of her friends immediately help Reka and take her to the clinic.

Fortunately the clinic on campus is quite large and there is always a Doctor on duty there. Wound Designa was immediately treated by the Doctor.

Nayla waited anxiously in the waiting chair. Tears also flowed down her cheeks.

"Nay, you calm down. Don't be sad, gini. Your husband has done the right thing for you. It's not good if you get a prick."

Nayla was crying sobbing. As soon as it's a plan to him.

"Nay, it's getting so cry." Fara looked out of the clinic for a moment. "It looks like our campus has a big case. Many media and police came. I thought the corruption case was over but there was more to it."

Nayla did not hear Fara's words. She really wanted to meet her husband quickly.

A while later, the Doctor who was handling had already come out. Nayla immediately stood up and approached him.

"Mbak Nayla, please come in. Her husband is okay. The wound's not too deep."

"Yes Doc, thank you." Nayla immediately entered the room. Looks like the designer is sitting while bare chest.

"Mas Reka, it could be disguised as a student." Nayla sat next to Reka.

She smiled and wiped away Nayla's tears. "Don't cry. The wound is not very deep. Doesn't fit in the spine, too, so it's safe."

Nayla looks at the back of the boxed Roses. Indeed, a little to the edge near the shoulder blade on the left.

"But it still does, it must hurt."

"Sir papa. What matters is that you are not papa. I am thankful that I can protect you. It's not good if you get hit, I don't know how it will be. I'm the one who's been wearing a thick levis jacket is still injured like gini, especially you who only wear a shirt."

Nayla started crying and hugged Reka. "Thank you, Mum."

"Don't cry gini baby." The design rubbed Nayla's hair gently. "I'm glad they've all been caught. Let this campus be covered by the media, let it be a lesson for other campuses."

"That many have moved from this campus how would Mas? The campus doesn't sell."

The design smiled obliquely. "In Design's hands everything must be fine."

Hearing Reka's beliefs made Nayla laugh. "Ih, too PD."

"Yes, I'll change all the organizational structures here."

"I'll be the owner soon."

Nayla can't say anymore. Her husband was always ambitious in every way. Even he had heard the story that Sanjaya Group had been in a difficult time. Since the presence of Reka, the company again succeeded and beat other companies. Apparently, the design is not also quite developed in the production sector. He now also has several educational foundations.

"Shock my chest suddenly wet huh?"

Nayla who had earlier attached her chest only realized if her ASI had seeped out.

"Well, my shirt is wet. I just wanted a pump." Nayla rubbed her chest with her hand but the ASI was still flowing.

"You got a jacket?"

"I forgot, Mom. I was ready, I wanted to take it but I missed it." Then Nayla stood up. "I didn't close the door, did I? I want an ASI pump first."

"It's not papa." The designer actually smiled slanted, his naughty brain when both with his wife worked perfectly.

"Sit here." He patted an empty spot next to him.

Without any thoughts, Nayla sat next to Reka. He took out a small electric pump that was inside his bag. "Well, how's it getting wet."

"I should have told my men to take a change of clothes with a suit. You'll wear my suit."

Nayla gave a small nod and unbuttoned her shirt and started installing the ASI pump on the right.

From earlier, the eyes of Reka continued to lurk the movement of Nayla.

"Totally great grand." Nayla looks for the handkerchief in her bag. "I'm not very prepared, should wear a breast pad too."

"Let's not be complicated." The designer smiled more and more and he brought himself closer. He quickly opened Nayla's left chest and sucked it.

"Mas, don't gini. Can't do it, huh. A drop of mother's milk is very valuable, this is even her father who suctioned."

The designers didn't publish Nayla's tweet. Not even a small push from Nayla was able to take her lips off. For a long time, Reka wanted to feel, and now at a time when the urgent situation was just Reka using it.

Obviously, it feels very different when sucked by a big baby. Something is going all over the body.

"It's over," Nayla bit her lower lip. His cheeks were hot and red. "Mas."

The more mischievous design, one hand just rubbed the core of Nayla that he had not felt for a long time.

"Mas knows the place. Don't give me his hand." Nayla's breathing is getting heavier. Apparently he also missed the touch of Reka until his body was so quick to respond.

Satisfied sucking, Reka took off her lips. He looked at Nayla's face. "Well wet, I'll help you finish it all."

Nayla closed her eyes. The touch of the design really always makes it powerless to hold the desire inside.

"Mas!"

Reka smiled cunningly when she managed to lure Nayla. Truly its own entertainment at a time when many problems hit.

"No, you only got one bottle of stock on Dika." Nayla put her bottle of ASI into a mini cooler bag and packed her equipment.

The designer just laughed while helping to button up Nayla's shirt.

"The one."

"Ih," Nayla was still mumbling. Could have been hit by a stab on her back her husband was still perverted.

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