AZZOYA

episodes. 68

Prangs....

God slammed the glass in his hand. He was very disappointed with the attitude of Sinta and David. They both did not want to help him. His company in town X almost went out of business, and that's because he failed. The woman he had slept with took her important files. And faked his signature.

"Dickhead...."

No one dared to come closer to the old man who was being covered in anger.

The eyes of the Gods scanned the dancing woman contorting her almost naked body. He narrowed his eyes at the figure of the woman he knew, Luna.

Instantly a sly grin of God came out, seeing the new woman this morning coming out of her apartment. Apparently the woman peddled her body here. Already familiar to the gods, he also found Luna for the first time at a nightclub in the city of X.

A beautiful woman walked down the street toward God. He was the owner of the Club that night. From far away he had already smiled widely at the Gods.

"Hallo sir, how can I help you?"

He immediately sat his body beside the God.

The god glanced cynically at the beautiful woman, perhaps a lifetime with his wife Sinta but she was even younger. And again this woman is more striking, her lips and makeup is typical of a pimp. Moreover, his two breasts were almost sticking out. It looks fake, out of balance with a small body. And breasts that are three times the normal size.

Fuh...

"You still know me God," while removing cigarette smoke from his mouth. The woman asked the man beside her.

The god looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him. He did not remember who this woman was.

"I'm too popular, so I don't remember you at all."

Hahaha, the beautiful woman laughed out loud. It is true, Gods are very popularly known as Casanova.

The god smiled faintly in response to the woman. It doesn't matter who he is.

"I am the woman who sleeps in your bed and your wife."

The god glanced cynically, he did not remember at all the women he slept with. Maybe yes, because he once brought a woman his night home. David caught her making love in the room. And with that incident his son knew his depravity. Take her mother with her. Really bad luck for him.

"Then.."

"Are you still unchanged, looking for a new one. I have a very good stock for you."

The god glanced at Luna who was still contorting her body on the stage.

"What is dancing.? He was my toy yesterday. And I'm tired of it."

"Oh yeah..."

The beautiful woman looked at Luna. He then turned to the God. He smiled shortly.

"What about me,"

The god raised the corner of his lips, he stood up and looked at the face of this woman in front of him.

"By pleasure.."

They both really spent the night together. God spilled his frustration on David and his ex-wife. He made love until his body was tired and drooping. The creaking bed that bears witness to their romance.

"You're still the same, it's fitting that many young women still hang with you."

God is proud of himself. He got up and took out a not-so-small money sheet. Then throw it at the woman who is still innocent in bed.

Then just leave her. While the woman smiled thinly. He did not expect to see the gods again, after all these years. And that man was indeed a true Casanova. It looks with much greater stamina.

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Reza looked at the beautiful face of Kartika who was asleep in her apartment. She almost had sex with him again this afternoon, in the car. Soon he smiled to himself, remembering the incident in the car this afternoon.

Flashbacks

"Due..."

Kartika's breath hunts down when Reza's hand enters her dress. He pressed Reza's head to deepen his lips on his chest.

Meanwhile, Reza, took down a thin lacy cloth and stroked the property of Kartika who was wet.

Ah....

Kartika's sigh as the hand touched down there. Kartika is completely covered by fog.

Geck...Geck..

"Due..."

"Later, sweetie, come on."

Shortly after, he opened the car's glass. And a teenage boy appeared before him.

" Oh, the car broke down.."

"No, my wife's sick she can't drive herself right now. Can you call someone to take the car to our apartment.

"Yes can..."

Flashback end

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David was really looking after Zoya, his wife had been in the care of four days and he did not leave her at all. He only went home to visit his son. Sometimes he will also take Almira to the hospital, if Al is fussy want his mother.

David did not go to the office at all, since the incident he kicked his father out of his office. The man is no longer coming, he may be coming. But David has ordered the security and receptionist not to accept his coming back.

Zoya is still in a state of anxiety. He squeezed the blanket that covered his body and the sleeping David hugged him.

"Tomorrow is their engagement reception."

Zoya bit her lower lip, she can't sleep tonight.

"Darling..."

Zoya squinted, he hurriedly closed his eyes. Her husband realized she wasn't sleeping.

Cup...

Uh...

David chuckles at the sound of his wife's moaning. Zoya is not sleeping. And Zoya turned her body to face David. He lowered his reddened face.

"What's wrong?"

David stroked Zoya's cheeks red from embarrassment. Soon he dipped the cheeks that were red.

"No mas, Zoya's hungry."

David nodded and woke up looking for something his wife could eat. There's none...

"Honey I'm out first, Dad.!"

"Don't drink milk. It's night,"

"You sure, baby?"

Zoya nods her head in agreement, not expecting David to leave in the middle of the night. Though hunger is the reason for him, who is restless because he thinks of tomorrow.

David makes Zoya milk and gives it to her.

"You sure baby just drinks milk." Zoya nodded again.

"Yes we've been sleeping again baby, it's still very night,"

David lays down Zoya's body, hugging her again like that. Soon Zoya also comes into the dream, because David is stroking her back.

David opened his eyes slowly hearing the soft snoring sound in front of him. He kissed Zoya's face many times. He knew his wife was agitated because tomorrow was the day of the engagement party that Kartika had the title of.

"I'm only Zoya's, and it'll stay that way until later. My love for you can't be measured by anything.

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