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Come Moon

"Dear, don't want to get up, let's get up!" Arya splashed water on Ajeng's face. "Abis sahurnya hunting, food hunting!"

Ajeng opened his eyelids that felt heavy, he had just slept, had been told to wake up again, felt there was no time for him to rest at all.

From the start of chicken eggs, sales, consul bureau, cake batter lebaran to serve her husband, crumple all the bones of Ajeng.

"You have asked twice, not again, tomorrow Lebaran can use this Ajeng wheelchair!"

"Ahahahahah, it will not be so, you also want to relax, it's so sticky!"

"Mas Arya, get out of the way!" lazy to get off the bed has been banned like this, who is on the bed again, her husband is a cheat in the affairs of the disguise. "Say tell sahur, I'll take a shower first, step aside!"

Arya bowed, close her cheeks to Ajeng, wanted to be kissed first and then wanted to release his adorable super duper wife from all women.

The cup!

"Udah, there!"

"His lips are envious, Dear."

"Well, if the same, can repeat that earlier, already yes ... you really do it anyway?" frowned in wonder.

Arya smiled as she whispered. "Lo kayak delicious food!"

Plaque!

Hit instead of away, just the opposite, who has not bathed and just wear clothes carelessly kissed by Arya, if you can, Ajeng just give her lips, then she runs away, baby can not.

"Oh yes, you are!" run to the bathroom, fortunately in one room.

"Later again, my dear. Still not satisfied me," replied Arya.

"What?!" screaming from behind the door.

"Kiss!"

"WASHING!"

Arya chuckled loudly, whatever Ajeng said in fact never made him hurt, he knew that it was so Ajeng style of speech since long ago, although flat-headed, but his heart was sincere and kind, sometimes they tend to be plain.

Downstairs was both waiting, Mrs Ratih had memorized that her daughter-in-law was late down it must have been Arya, surely last night Ajeng did not get enough sleep rations to this mollor, like this, not to mention if time went outside, his clothes changed from last night, kept his hair half wet.

Mr. Ratih and Mr. Darma want to hit Arya's weapons only, there is no time off for Ajeng, he wants to be devoured himself.

"I don't think I'm fasting, Mom."

"Why?" Arya half glared at hearing him, timidly how, the red cross could go crazy him. "Dear, why?"

Ajeng. "There was a flek earlier, like later yes will be his monthly brojol, this is not tasty all the same back stomach, debt at the beginning of the same end Ajeng will be," he explained.

Instantly the understanding of the chicken in Arya's hand fell, making both parents surprised, stop eating all.

"Dear, isn't that right?"

"Well, how the hell is that, it's normal that Ajeng comes to the moon!"

"Don't dong!"

"Well, Mom, you're funny!"

Arya cleaned her hands, she took Ajeng to the corner of the lower room, covering Ajeng's face to reassure once again.

The answer remains the same, Ajeng explained that the coming time of the month is indeed in accordance with predictions, since yesterday it has been uncomfortable and this just looks clear signs.

"Keep me how dong, Dear. No, ah!"

"Mas Arya is why, kok like people are not sane, this is proof that Ajeng is still normal can come months, if not, yes Ajeng is not normal, it is clear, right, he said he wanted to have children later if it was an operation, right?"

Arya raup her face. "Yes, yeah. I want to have children, Dear. But, can't anything be postponed tomorrow when I've gone to surgery, right I still want that, what if you can't?"

Geez, about that, just understood Ajeng, she thought her husband was agitated and emotion why, it turns out the problem can not vote because he came months.

Tejeng on her tiptoes reached her husband's shoulders and ears, she whispered, Arya's angry and cloudy face suddenly changed.

"Relatedly unsure, but if Mas Arya wants to know how, while also, hem?"

No, maybe Arya would have the heart to do that with the heretics, adoring his weapon that is upright towering, he could not have treated Ajeng as such.

After Sahur, they went back up to the room while waiting for dawn. There was nothing else they did, except to hug each other and Arya finished Ajeng's lips repeatedly.

"No, Dear. You can do that, you don't read it wrong, but I can't bear to go to lo, others!"

"Which one?"

Arya hand lyrics Ajeng, it is better than letting Ajeng kneel in front of him, his heart is not to perform Ajeng like that.

"Yaudah, here's the teaching!" the Ajeng calm mode approached her husband, occasionally he would be sweet like this, rather than his hand wrong method, could sway later Arya. "Well, funny thing is he's waking up, ahahahah, gemeeesss!"

"Sstt, don't do it, it's wrong to get sick!" Arya hide a little.

"No, you'll tell me later, what, Mom?"

Only then Arya opened completely, she was slightly tilted because she did not want to give up just like that, if Ajeng worked with her hands, she could with her mouth, Ajeng buttons were released.

"Maaas, you stop first, so don't focus on me!" it is difficult that Arya also dominates.

"Today's normal, Dear. Don't be so pissed, it hurts ..."

"It's because you're ticklish, so go first!"

Oh no, Arya close her eyes when Ajeng's hand starts to let go, menguyel poking part of it, while enjoying the pattern that Ajeng made.

"Want in, Dear!"

"No way, there's a cross, it's a removable!"

Arya hid her face to the two challenging hills in front of her, moans after moans were clear, her body was stung violently, she had never felt anything this great apart from Ajeng, exploding incoherently.

Arriving the spark of love out, Ajeng slightly keep his hands, not how dodge, he just away to accommodate.

"No disgust?" arya asked with a breath of chasing.

"It can be washed, just that nyuci spermi yes more complicated. Did you eat?"

Arya nodded, the lesson this time turned out to be easy for him to train his wife, he who was made limp, while Ajeng was still strong to enjoy his stomach cramps.

"Are you at the mosque or at home?"

"At home, it's too late, really come the moon?"

"Yes, Mas. I've been wearing these pads."

Arya smiled wryly, plan to enjoy the eid in the room after touring, which there his wife will be all day in the chicken coop, free to touch.

"Dear, sorry."

"I'm sorry for what? Quit praying apologize, not yet this lebaran loh!"

"I'm sorry I used it" glanced at the hand. "I'm sorry."

"No matter, if the same Ajeng is okay, if the same biduan yes Ajeng remet no mercy!"

"Can you kiss me?"

"Heh, you can't, you're fasting, right there!" throw Ajeng away while shaking one hand.

The cup!

"Mas Aryan!" lips no, cheeks hit.

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Bucil wait hilal, same hug this Mas Arya.