Bojomu My spirit

Menu Open and Sahur 1

Ajeng's eyes were perfectly rounded, absolutely what the Goddess was forbidden to happen, she could not resist or rebel against Arya, this young man, this whipped bird had already become her husband, she could not resist or rebel against Arya, Arya has the right to kiss or whatever.

But, the problem is they are being awaited citizens and families, want photos together.

The foolish affair of a loose bun and eyelashes that are dislodged, in Ajeng's ear only sounding popping the upper and lower lips Arya who did not want to take off her pagutan, but Ajeng can only be silent like a statue, but Ajeng can only be silent like a statue, he doesn't know how to reply.

"Dude!" his screeches.

Arya bites Ajeng's lower lip, her tongue slips in, making Ajeng nauseous, but once again she can't escape from Arya's entanglement, her tongue is invited to dance there until she closes her eyes

Arya smiled thinly, obviously she is reliable in this case, her experience should not be asked, making Ajeng float already like turning the palm of the hand.

Ck, tsk,

"Ajeng wants to die, Mas!" in protest, the hands flick forward the mouth that is believed to be wet due to Aryan decapitation. "Heh, wait, the oxygen's out, I'll die!"

"Mas Aryaaaaaaa!" whine while holding Arya's chest. "Duck lost to you!"

"Ahahahahah," Arya gave a loud chuckle, both of her shoulders shaken. "Long time knows nyium lo, Dear!" want to get closer again, but Ajeng hold. "Keep her hand away, kiss her again!"

Ajeng grunt, just kiss it can be long this way, especially if later they do husband and wife relations, not to mention the knees Ajeng tremble, it could be her bamboo propeller.

Once again, he let until finally Arya's lips change color, inevitably Ajeng fix his own makeup as much as possible.

"Wait, don't come here for a second, Ajeng wants to get ready!"

Arya nodded, just now that she helped put those eyelashes on again, she had seen the hymn wearing them before the show, so she understood.

After all the rituals in their room were completed, Arya's face which was as wet as that white shirt, made Ajeng blink flirtatious.

"Try the penitent of old, must be handsome!"

"If you haven't seen you in the past!" reply Arya, he kissed again Ajeng cheeks. "Review of the insanity ahead!"

"No, Mas Arya. In front of it there are lectures, congregational prayers, yes I jogetan continue cheering anyway, come on!"

Arya took the hand of the girl who had legally become his wife, occasionally he raised Ajeng's hand and he kissed, before long he smiled himself like a madman.

While Ajeng only returned the smile with his trademark grin, not carrying what and what, just a clean box and prayer mat, they would like to tag along here.

"This is the bride!" bude Lastri.

Uhuk!

Mr. Kyai to the point of coughing to see Ajeng, there are residents in the opposite village who often play the same Ajeng, cockfighting, know how he dolahnya, but so out next to Arya, Arya, it was as if the image of the cockfighter was gone.

Be a good girl.

"Mas, I'm afraid, yes" he whispered.

"Gapain's afraid, there's me here, huh?"

"Heh, don't be afraid of being teased by guys, don't be jealous!" Ajeng pinches Arya's arm. "I'm afraid of the people who come, don't care just me, welek gini marry me, Mas!"

"Devicious, but I like it!" firmly Arya, Ajeng cheeks suddenly blushed, he pinched and pulled a little until Ajeng confessed.

Not like a wedding in general, although that comes a lot, they are like there is a village thanksgiving event, gathering and eating as one, chatting and taking photos for those who want.

This event is intended to share, at least be a prayer for both of them to be happy after this, strong in climbing the household exam.

"Mas, there's Ellin loh!"

"Eh, yeah not here, sign the marriage book first, come on!"

Arya pouted, not wanting to stand up, strike if she had not been able to promise.

"Yes, later when we enter the room, want to nyium models uler keket yes, Ajeng do not nolak, now take care of the marriage book first, you will run away!"

Only Arya wants to stand up, he still wants his hand held together, once pak penghulu follow the lyrics, he reply sharp glances.

Lah, temen my son cockfighting.inner pak penghulu.

Ajeng who was also familiar only smiled thinly, he knew his shaken bird could be angry if he exaggerated, knew himself now sensitive bin possessive to him.

"Jeng, I haven't taken a picture of you yet, come on!" invite Hikam, Dewi and her two children are ready, even Tiwi ma'am and Bude Lastri.

Geez, until Ajeng has not sungkem on all of them, he invited Arya to do all that until there are photos of them both who ala-ala international artist go.

Arya was fat, suddenly made Ajeng scream and laugh, just then, when Ajeng's mouth laughed, wide open, snapping played the action.

The czech!

Eheheheheheh, pose baiiikkk!!

***

"Dear, we're going straight to Papa's house, right?" arya asked, there's no way she's at Hikam's house.

Ajeng nodded, he was packing his things, one bag for his first days at Arya's house.

"Don't malem-malem, hunt sahur later, Dear!" Arya thought to bring Ajeng to fly with her not enough short time, she would want to again and again.

"What would Mas Arya want to do if I thought sahur?"

"Yes sleepurin lo lah," replied Arya lightly.

Wandering, Arya's voice was loud earlier, she could be ashamed she was heard by the people who were gathered near this room.

But, Arya never cared that, once Ajeng finished tidying up his bag, not yet standing straight, Arya had already hugged him from behind, dropping her chin on Ajeng's left shoulder, Arya had already hugged him from behind, then his head tilted so he could kiss the brown neck.

"Cure it!" he said while keeping his face away.

"Eatyes, patience ... This teaching is again troublesome, dry, Mas Arya. So, let's go, Rasain!"

No less common sense, Arya separated to take a tissue, then she walked closer again, she hugged and rubbed Ajeng's neck, not salty on her lips.

Both of his hands did not stay still, palpating up to the poking part behind the thick clothes, Arya press a little.

"Mas Arya, heh!" Ajeng turned his head, wanted to nag, even his lips were frowned upon. "Don't be here, this is Hikam's house!"

Arya chuckled, she whispered, "Work if that's it, I'm ready to be a football team, Dear!"

"Keep, Ajeng so what?"

"Wicketkeeper!"

"So, you can see if Ajeng refuses the ball that wants to enter, Mas Arya, ehehehehehehe-"

"Can't dong, man, come in!" rengek Arya, has not been able to iftar menu, do not get to keburu sahur.