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Maysaroh oh Maysaroh (Cute Story)

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The lips of Maysaroh-my wife-still ponyong five inches. Since coming home from the housing exhibition, the woman had been silent and said nothing. I myself was also surprised by his behavior this time, usually if he was no longer sure nyerocos like a blender.

"Anything is really seduced by SPG girls?" Add the muzzle to Maysaroh's lips.

"Yes her name is a handsome husband, May. Yes, it's only natural that many are interested" I replied casually.

"Air ...!" maysaroh yells.

"Udahlah, May. Your heart only makes you one, May." I walked over to my wife and brushed a little bit of her chin.

"Gombal," he replied with a timid smile.

Yes. A handsome man who is a gini can conquer the heart of his woman.

"But why did you say 'Maysaroh' when you asked my name?"

Started again. Sometimes I don't understand my wife's ever-changing mood.

"That's it, isn't your name on the ID card, May?"

"Yes, si, Bang. But I don't need to say complete. Call Memey a cake, or May's even better, Bang!" Take it one more time.

"Because, May. No red porridge piles, will you?"

"Air ...!" The woman's barito voice echoed in the room.

Ever since that conversation, I saw Maysaroh just pacing in front of me while smashing his sex lips.

Looks like I'll have to figure out a way to get her heart back together, because it could cause stability problems in my vitals that have been brewing since noon yesterday.

There is a little regret, why was it brought Maysaroh to meet my friends at the exhibition, if the year is like this. In fact, I intend to please my woman, before tonight I take a tour of the garden of heaven.

Minutes to the hour, food was on the dining table. One thing I love about my wife. Even if he was angry with me, his obligation to take care of all my needs he did not leave, except that one, which is related to pillow bolsters, would not be nice if forced.

"May, Brother, I'm sorry, May. Why smile?"

"Relieve it!"

"May ...."

"Udah Abang have dinner first. May is also sleepy so May can settle down quickly."

Ready darling. If only eat quickly, of course, Abang jabanin, the most important thing Maysarohku dear is in the deck.

I helped Maysaroh clear the dining table. Bringing dirty dishes to the kitchen. The woman just kept quiet to see me.

Attracting prey must be gini, ready to sacrifice first.

Seeing Maysaroh walking into my room, made me dag .. dig. Time to practice kanuragan science.

Die away. This time.

"May, cook no pity on brother. Kan kemaren pas Abang go out of town has not been given supplies, May?"

"Why don't you just buy it?"

"What do you allow? It's a sin, May."

"Yes, can't bang. But tonight you're still sleeping outside!"

"May...!"

"The window is again rising in price, Bang."

"Because, May. Don't be afraid if there's a nagging nurse in the bathroom."

"Somewhat."

"Later there will be blood dripping from the ceiling above the room, May."

"Not working, Bang. Just shut up."

It was hard to persuade my wife.

"May, you don't know yet?"

"What?" scream behind the bedroom door.

"Pak RT yesterday visited by pocong. He said, ever since the next door neighbor died, you know, May."

"Abang, don't joke, please. Not really, is it, that Bang?" The woman's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, May. It's me again WA-an with Mr. Rt," I said quickly.

Creat!

"Bang, it seems like the kapplingannya down the price deh, "said Maysaroh put out a fist with his head to the door of the room.

This way is powerful to subdue my wife. He who was chatty was indeed a little jiper with mystical things.

Yup! Komar. I took the pillow and lightning-fast headed to the room before there was another dispute. Yes, this is indeed facing a moodian wife, especially before PMS. But just be patient viewers. Patience and perseverance will bear sweet fruit.

Story by: Windy Aira

Finishes.

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