Besan Ooooh Besan's...
Requesting Forgiveness
Mr. Kimung, a man in his 40s, ran into a crowd when he heard the screams of the female employer calling him.
Not yet in front of the employer, Mr. Kimung was surprised by the sight that accompanied the employer.
A woman the same age as her master was naked without a thread and constantly developed a smile and laughter.
Her random hair being dragged upside down by Keira made her look terrible rather than sexy.
"Astaghfirullah, dedemit from where this is, duuuuh maghrib has dawdled" he murmured while grimacing not knowing what to do.
Mr. Kimung then opened his upper uniform to cover what should be closed. Although not all covered, at least the upper part until the thigh can be closed shirt that is quite large in the body of Nirmala which is high as the shoulder of the security.
"Why did this madman get in? what do you do all day?" keira growled at the security guard who was covering a plain body that could make anyone forced to khilaf.
"Sorry mom, all day I take care of it, do not do anything. I can check the cctv. No one enters by post ma'am" replied Mr. Kimung who felt guilty for being able to pass off. But from then on, he and his partner stood guard alternately and never blinked in watching the screen and the road.
"I don't want to know, just report to the police if this woman has broken the law by entering without permission. And I don't want to see this woman wandering around here anymore" Keira said in a loud voice.
He came in and slammed the door and locked it.
There was an evil laughter coming from Nirmala's mouth.
"Take care of your husband, and welcome to join in his suffering.hahahaha...."
"Eat him do not wander maghrib maghrib, neng. Demit satan kesambet right" furious Mr. Kimung who pulled the arm of Nirmala to be taken to the security guard post and report it to the police.
Nirmala struggled but her laughter remained faithful.
"Mung, crazy you yak, abis why are you the same chick on the floor?" asked Irsan, his security guard who just came out of the special bathroom security guard who was right next to the security guard post.
"Damn lo, indiscriminate. I am looking for this demit from Dalem. Do not know where to arrive the madam said this demit is on the floor of the house" he explained while tweaking the phone table.
duggs
"aa....." had not been able to connect, Nirmala nudged **************** Kimung with his knees and ran as fast as he could out of the fence.
Kimung's screams were held back by the junior's linen who had not had time to take off because the wife was the arrival of a monthly guest.
Different from his partner. Irsan ignored the suffering of his comrade and chased after Nirmala who was galloping around barefooted.
tiii....
The sound of the car's long horn from behind made Irsan turn his head and saw a black blind van without a license plate speeding towards him. Irsan looked forward again at the crazy woman who was still running fast, but his instinct told him to step aside and save himself.
He thought the crazy woman was gonna die from being hit by that car. But it turned out that the car stopped right beside him and opened the door to give him access.
They also darted away leaving Irsan who was tired to regulate his breathing.
"Hah. hah.. hah.. hah.. later.hah..hah.. if the boss..hah... hah.. jog... hah... I follow..hah.hah.."
In the room
Hendra knows that Keira is angry because she was touched by another woman.
Hendra continued to follow him wherever Keira's steps led.
"Darling, dong by the way. Don't cuddle me like a gini. You. You can hit me as much as you, as long as you don't go on a cake. I can't be didiemin. pliiis dear.don't ignore me pliiis.." persuaded Hendra who almost cried.
It was a weak feeling when it came to his wife's pain.
Hendra knew very well that Keira was holding back anger and heartache. But it was true beyond her expectations.
"Darling, what are you doing? where are your pillows and blankets?" Hendra panicked when Keira took the pillow and blanket in the closet.
He wants to sleep on the couch. Not the guest room. Be alert if the dedemit settles in again.
Without saying much Keira came out of the room leaving Hendra stunned in frustration.
Hendra gasped and chased after Keira who had positioned himself on the sofa and prepared to sleep.
"Darling please don't be like this. You know I can't do that with anyone else. I don't even know if he's at home. There is no message from the security guard if there are guests, or even I did not hear anyone open the main door. We've changed the key code, nobody knows but us.
Come on, baby, don't go here. I don't want that guy to destroy our household.
Look. I've washed this until it's clean. If you think it is not clean, you can wash the actual white sample with bayklin. "pinta Hendra while removing and showing how shiny his missile is.
Yes dear. pliiis.don't gini gini.."
Hendra continued to whine while divorcing tears. He could not sleep separately with his wife even though they did not have intercourse as when Keira was in the middle of the arrival of her monthly guests.
Hendra hugged her tightly while sobbing.
He doesn't want to be shunned by Keira.
He doesn't care if Keira refuses.
He will continue to beg for his forgiveness.
They finally fell asleep on the couch with Hendra clutching Keira's body tightly.
He knew Keira was crying in her sleep.
Until whenever he won't take it off.
THE KALO MO HUJAH
BLASPHEMY OF HIS CHARACTER, YES BEIBZ
JAN HUJAT OTHOR GOOD, CAEM, DILIGENTLY SAVING ON THE TEACHER.
THE TRAIL JAN LAKAL😆
