Bojomu My spirit

Jin Alim's Possession

"Gue won't talk to you, go!" throw Arya away while shaking one hand.

If yesterday he had pushed Pretty's body until the woman was shrewd, this time let alone push, Arya even narrowed her eyes when she saw Pretty's movements who deliberately wanted to meet her.

A former fucking date, Arya wants to just throw him out if not needed in this company, unfortunately they are already under contract with her father's business.

"Cuman because of the village girl whose name is Ajejeng you have changed drastically, Yes'?" Pretty instead of leaving, throws a question at Arya. "What a great village girl, what can she be?" it could mean any style.

Arya snorted, she did not want to discuss Ajeng to anyone because it was too beautiful to express and was afraid of people who heard so fell in love with Ajeng, it was hers, it was hers, it was hers, let him admire Ajeng the rooster.

But, Pretty did not want to budge at all until Arya was furious about the questions that continue to be thrown at him, did not hesitate to sit in front of Arya's table by crossing one leg up.

"She's still a girl until you stop looking for holes like me?"

Arya looked up, she did not nod or shake her head, for her to love Ajeng not because she was a virgin or not, much if Arya wanted to be able to find a virgin child of people, but just want Ajeng.

"What's so great about him, huh'?" again, Pretty wanted to hear the reason for the woman's body player, he wanted to analyze it until later when he met the idol guy, he knew what could make them stop each other, he said, of course he'll have trouble finding a virgin. "Does he have a lot of style?"

Hmh!

"No, it has nothing to do with your question!" arya's reply was fierce, she looked sharply at Pretty, wanting him to throw a ketupat if there was one. "Ajeng can understand me," he said softly, but Pretty can still listen.

The woman wears a smile, the understanding needed by men, women players seem to only understand about the inner living, the rest if he does not make money, then he will not see at all.

Meanwhile, a woman like Ajeng does not want to be asked what she wants, but she is the one who asks Arya, will what the man wants, that's the sense of understanding, that's the meaning of understanding, Ajeng can make Arya release the existing fatigue to fall and crazy love like this.

By the way, Ajeng has not yet returned the message.

Pretty more mischievous, he lifted both his legs to the table until if Arya khilaf and turned to the right side a little, Arya's eyes would see a red triangle teasing there, he deliberately provoked Arya, Arya, and he would lure her, the men will be tense with scenes like this, it could be directly jumping into Pretty's lap.

"You're not interested in doing this? Kan, you are free to do it because there is no woman here, the village girl who has become your wife will not know, come!" Pretty still teases.

Arya breathed heavily, like holding her back so as not to explode with anger at Pretty, women like this are difficult to compromise.

"Pret, when I married Ajeng, I promise not just the same him, but the same God also to take care of himself and him, dead life I was shocked how I got to him, but the same God also made me look after him, if I need to clean the dust on his cheeks, just make the pleasure of life, you do not expect me to be provoked, my purpose here also for him, I want to have children with him, you do not want me to be hooked, I want to have children with him, so it's better you get Juna or who you want, if they want, or you might be the same acquaintance who wants to marry, that's better." Arya asserted that, he put on a serious face until Pretty was stretched, a man like Arya who used to not know whose God, can also say wisely, even carry the name of the Lord of all.

Arya asked Pretty to lower both legs through her eye glare code, the woman was obedient, before long she sighed and sat straight in front of Arya.

"He can satisfy you in bed?"

Arya nodded. "But, rather than going there my mind, marriage is not about a bed!"

Glek, Arya must be possessed by jin alim.

Pretty just confirmed the ramblings of Juna and Rian before testing his former date, which there he was like joining the ruqyah just now, rushed Pretty outside and almost hit a lot of people.

*Dear, are you really mad at me? How can I do that anyway, all this time if you are angry not until diem really, surely I still want to talk to you, you are not into the river playing throwing stones, right? Or you're fighting cock again, aren't you, Dear?

But, if it makes you comfortable and calm, I do not problem, you are free to do anything as long as I do not leave, Dear, these days are so painful, I miss*!

Arya looks at the wedding photos that have been displayed on her desk, it is more difficult to calm Ajeng than to finish the job and learn new things, the style of women is unmatched, she raises her hands already.

Deerrrrrrrrzzzzzzz ...

One message was received, Arya was trembling to see Ajeng's name there.

Not Dear Nathan, but Dear Ajeng!

My wife: Where are you below, Mom?

Huh, below where? Ajeng? They exist in two different hemispheres.

My wife: Mas, not picked up Ajengnya this, or want to Ajeng ask help a barren security guard to make it to your room?

The chamber? Gundul satpam? Ajeng is here? Same who?

Arya remat his cell phone, he then put on neat shoes and then ran outside, right on the front desk of his special room, he asked the woman with bun hair to check the conditions below.

And sure enough, there is nothing like Ajeng on this earth, he is just one and the only one.

DEAR!

Arya did not care that the hick-nosed still hurt a little if she ran because she was shaken, which she wanted to see the truth about the presence of the wife here.

Yes, Ajeng has resigned, he is free to go anywhere as long as there is a drop-off because he cannot speak a foreign language.

His chest was up and down, right behind the bald pack stood a woman wearing a wide round hat and carrying a full suitcase, no mistake.

"DEAR!" yelling Arya suddenly made everyone turn their heads, Mr. Darma who ushered in shame.

Ajeng grinned, he waved his hand at Arya, assuring that what Arya saw and called was true, Ajeng.

"Review lo!" Arya came back running closer, she was sambar and immediately hugged Ajeng, she raised a little. "Ouch!"

Uh, what?

The jigs jumped down. "Because of your bird?"