Bojomu My spirit

Menu Open and Sahur 2 (MP)

Waduh, not yet my legs are already trembling, my hands tremor it feels .. mas Arya is still chatting with coach ya, safe if so, I pretend to sleep, I just, he will not wake me up and I will not wake up if it is snoring, ahahahah .. Come on, Jeng, afraid you are afraid, it is a big picture.

Roll her hair up, she just had a bath and the water in Arya's bathroom and her soap made her feel fresher than the shower in the parlour, let alone the AC in this room, just entered Ajeng already need a jacket.

Hup!

He hid behind a blanket, Arya asked him to change his nightgown that he had bought, not open it just thin cloth, plagiarizing the curves of his body that had been hidden with loose clothes.

Chest, so look twitchy if you wear thin clothes like this, afraid to be a dairy cow tonight.

The hour hand kept turning, the sense of time tonight was a little slower until from last he saw still in the number twelve, not yet willing to move.

Tok, tok, tok ...

Ms. Ratih pat Arya on the shoulder, "Heh, this is your house, why did you knock on the door?"

"Oiya, Arya forgot, Mam. Arya comes in first, wants to play football!"

"Hush, kid from yesterday his mind kept playing football!"

Free madam Ratih nagging because in fact Arya has entered and is not seen again, this room will be rowdy until the time of sahur, Ratih assures it, he knows the case of his son, he knows his son, surely tomorrow he'll see Ajeng die of fleas.

How could she be a virgin, I thought she would get a widow or something, Arya-Arya?

Madam Ratih put out the lights in front of Arya's room, it's better if it's dark, later if the light is thought there are still people, so embarrassed to want coblosan.

In the room, in,

"Dear, wake!" Arya crawled up, she only wore shorts above the knee and a thin gray t-shirt, her clean skin looking very bright. "Dear, I know you're pretending to be asleep, you usually stay up late, at this hour nemenin chicken, hayo!"

Duuhhhhhhhhhhh,

"Dear, don't get up, I take off his shirt!" aryan threat.

Ajeng did not flinch, he still closed his eyes, completely stylish sleep, but what made Arya happy and knew that lying was sweat on the girl's forehead, in a room that is very cold and not fever, where can sweat so if not afraid.

Slowly Arya rubbed Ajeng's cheeks, he promised to do everything gently, would not hurt in the sense of more, he knew Ajeng would feel pain as he ripped the sacred membrane.

The cup!

Arya kisses Ajeng's lips that vibrate, making the eyelids open wide, Arya kisses again the second time, this is longer he let stick.

Ajeng's body did not wrinkle because this young man was half-overlapping him, knowing once he slept on his side so that Arya could not overpower him, if this was lying down, as if he was ready to be attacked.

"Congratulations, Mas .. Come on, sleep!"

Arya grinned thinly, she just close her body, her chest met with Ajeng's chest pounding, both pounding unbecoming.

Back he eroded the distance, sometimes he smiled to see the dark Ajeng.

"Bales dong!"

"I don't know how the bales are, Mas!"

"Follow me!" Arya kissed again, she continued until Ajeng could compensate for her movements.

One hand of Arya became her stack, while the other one started guerrilla, she knew Ajeng was surprised every time their skin met, once again she promised in her heart would be gentle, it is not a matter of passion, it is not a matter of passion, but it's heart games that are involved as well.

Ajeng is not where he seeks satisfaction as he used to be, but where he comes back and goes home, a figure that he likes to look at all times.

"Eumm, Mas, where's the reset?" half consciously asked so.

"Greater than that" he replied in a whisper. "Three eight to forty, Dear!"

Ajeng wanted to answer, but his lips were already silenced Arya until the hands were managed to make both appear plain, only a blanket that became a bandage of both.

Merem melek Ajeng made, he cremated and pulled Arya's hair as the touch on his body grew more intense, uncontrollable up and down, his breathing began to hunt, he wanted to scream and cheer, he wanted to shout and cheer, it felt like someone was going outside of him until it trembled so.

"Aaaarrrrghhh, WHAT IS THIS, MAS?!" get up, Arya hold it. "What's this move, Mas?" his eyes are watery.

The cup!

"Aaaarrrrrrghhh, UDA, MAS, UDA!"

The cup!

"Oh, ouch, ouch, ouch, what is this, Mas, what?" she was crying for real, a little peeking down, she faintly saw there moving around her thighs. "Oh, ouch, aaaampuunnn, Mas Arya .. what the hell is this, no end, aduuhhhhhhh!"

Arya did not budge, she stopped for a moment, some had been squeezed tight, red seepage down there began to wet hers.

"Maaaass, yaudah, sakiuitt!" pinta Ajeng.

"Not done yet, Dear .. hold your breath!"

"I can kick it?"

Huh, loh!

Before it's too late, Arya pushed the rest until it's stuck perfectly and intact.

"Aaaarrrrrrrrrrrgghhhhhh, sick, Mas Arya .. tomorrow so kikil loh you!"

***

All the bones in Ajeng's body felt broken all, bathed bath, eating in the room, defecating carried, if possible he wanted to use diapers only.

"Yes', fasting today?"

"Fasting, Mam .. sahur right Arya anterin to the room earlier," Arya replied casually, he wanted to take Mr. Darma to his place of business. "Mam, papa's still a long time?"

"Fifteen minutes, his stomach hurts, he said, Mama called you later," replied Ratih, he was curious why his daughter-in-law, last saw Ajeng came home yesterday, sahur was not seen his nose. "Jeng is healthy, hopefully!" muttering as he glanced at the upper room, Arya just entered the room again.

Behind the new blanket Arya spread this morning, while the former last night she folded in the corner of the room along with her bedsheets of memories, her face fresh, sahur much he.

Arya sat on the edge of the bed, she pricked Ajeng's cheek while holding back a laugh.

"Strong fasting?" ask Arya.

"Strong, but Ajeng does not want to go outside the room, Mas. My equal foot tremors all, trembling, you're brutal!"

"Well, how brutal?" reply Arya while landing a kiss on the forehead folded Ajeng.

"Yes, Brutal .. he said once, want sahur again, eat again, want to shajuh again, crumble this Ajeng, fortunately I did not make a mixture of goat gravel!" his nag. "In the pebble it's usually soft, soft, it's like a brick!"

Arya rolled over because of laughter, her whipped bird was said to be a brick.

"But, it's good, isn't it, Dear?"

Plaque!

"Your bird's boy!" Pull the blanket up to the chin. "Open don't ask again yes, dislodged later his legs Ajeng, Mas!"