A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

The Royal Bali Villas Canggu

The Royal Bali Villas Canggu Hotel.

This spacious villa interior is dominated by wood with gray color, bringing luxury in a contemporary minimalist design typical Scandinavian style residence.

Look at the modern and stylish room decor with wooden floors like a cottage in Europe. Believe me, what you see is not an IKEA catalog.

Right at the end of the bedroom there is a swimming pool complete with a wooden deck and bean bags for lazing while enjoying a glass of cocktail.

And no less tempting is the spacious bathroom with a large bathtub.

Located in Kawasn Beraw Beach which is famous for its various cafes and restaurants that are so hip, in addition to culinary tours you can also move in Canggu Club, which is also very popular, enjoy the sunset at Batu Belig Beach which is only 10 minutes away or Echo Beach and Batu Bolong Beach which can be reached for 15 minutes.

It took them about 3 hours to arrive at the villa. Even Nadira has slept all the way from Ngurah Rai International Airport to The Royal Bali Villas Canggu.

With a single breath Qenan carried Nadira to the main room of the villa and followed Nazeef and Dion behind him.

Dion helped open the door to their room and then closed it again after Qenan entered.

Slowly put down Nadira's body and he opened the sneakers worn by Nadira and her socks.

In the blanket of his wife's body then sat on the side of the bed staring at Nadira's plain face with a frown line on the forehead.

"What do you think to sleep even the look of your face is so sad?" qenan asked lirih while stroking Nadira's cheek.

"Is it because we're going to be apart for a while? I feel it too Ra."

...****...

Sinar Mentari has greeted everyone, but different from Nadira who had been reluctant to open his eyes.

Qenan smiled looking at Nadira's face. The closed eyes were disturbed when the sunlight loudly shone his light right on his face. With a swift Qenan blocking the beam with his body, Nadira returned to sleep comfortably.

Qenan repeatedly pranked Nadira to a punch in the arm as a gift from Nadira. "Qenan, can you let me sleep?" he asked in a closed voice and his eyes were still closed.

"Honey, help me." really Qenan's voice is full of pleadings right now.

The autonomic nervous system that causes anxiety wakes him up just like that. Even now he sat staring at Qenan who was still lying sideways.

"Why you?" nadira asked worriedly.

"The missile needs Ra's caress."

Nadira gaping to hear Qenan's answer and only realized that Qenan was pranking her.

"Qenaann.. I'm so worried how could you be this joking?" his mouthful while tossing a pillow beat Qenan.

Qenan just laughed letting herself be the victim of that domestic violence.

With breath gasping and chest still up and down she stared intently at her husband. "You're a bitch."

"Sorry." Qenan sat down opposite Qenan.

As fast as lightning he took control of Nadira because the missile needed sharpening as a form of spirit in the morning.

...****...

"That's what I said.. They did not come out it must be delicious." Nazeef grumbled to hear the sound of shahdu from inside Qenan and Nadira's room.

Plastered

"Sick bege." Nazeef's great-grandson for getting hit in the head.

"Lo can't be? just let them do it, forget abis came home from here we go?"

Nazeef kept quiet justifying Dion's words and he forgot about it.

"Can I taste a girl before I go Ion?"

Dion who was still playing the game immediately turned his head and stared intently at Nazeef.

"Don't be crazy, don't because your girl is back. Let those who have wasted our feelings."

Nazeef sighed and then nodded.

Long enough they play games together to divert the whispers of demons to play solo. Because what? that earthy voice really affected both of them.

"Great qenan is not ready yet." Nazeef turned to the door of the room where Qenan and Nadira were.

"Leave it."

...****...

Not just on the bed Qenan bergagahi Nadira. It completely wiped out the merciless Nadira for mutual satisfaction.

After playing on the bed and sofa. He again attacked Nadira in the bathtub until the sound of water in the bathtub accompanied their game.

"Qenan.." whining Nadira felt Qenan's fingers peeling into the missile salting house.

Nadira looked up to feel the pleasure of the fingers Qenan that began to come in and out.

"Now Nan." his body twitched in asking for immediate unification.

With a swift Qenan pulled out his fingers and lifted Nadira's body into his lap.

"I can't Nan.."

"Learn baby, I help."

Slowly Qenan helped Nadira up and down according to the rhythm Nadira liked. It is undeniable that both of them are enjoying their time together.

Even without being asked, they forgot about the events of Nazeef and Dion.

Until the slacker happened again and Qenan really ended the game because his wife was really suffocated.

After cleaning herself Nadira sat at the dresser watching the signs of ownership that her husband created. Breath sounds when the count of signs reaches more than ten.

"Let it be so Ra, you're more beautiful if there's any sign of it."

Nadira cut his lips still covering the sign using foundation.

"Nan, please love this here." point Nadira behind her unattainable back.

He noticed there were some signs of possession behind the back of the mirror reflection.

Qenan approached according to what Nadira said but every time the sign was about to be given foundation he must have kissed first.

"Take Nan.."

After they felt all was covered, they came out of the room to see Nazeef and Dion still fixated.

"What's wrong?"ask Qenan.

They reflexively shook together.

"Dir, your breakfast is at the dinner table."

Nadira nodded then stepped towards the kitchen where the dining room merged into one with the kitchen.

Qenan was squealing suspiciously at the sight of his two companions. "Truthfully, what are you guys doing?"

Nazeef grinned the horse. "Gue can't stand boy, I'm following the shock because you two, Sorry."

Qenan let out a long breath. "Don't play solo too often. That's not good."

"Why is that?"

"Yes, Lo can get payronie's disease, Lo wants to because often play solo so reduce sensitivity in your sparrows. Continue to be able to e*j*early calculation."

Nazeef glared in disbelief. "Seriously?"

Qenan nodded. "Yes, just so you know your sparrow can break."

"Baby bird Pipit lo broken."

Qenan gave a smile looking at Nazeef's frightened face.

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