Bojomu My spirit

Utilizing Circumstances

"Mas, still sick? What is Ajeng's lie?"

The brown-skinned woman ran outside into Arya's room, it was like an iron Ajeng here, without her wanting to care about the many eyes that were curious about who she was.

A famous love player to the basement is certainly not believed to have a wife like Ajeng, in any case there is no taste of Arya attached there.

"Mas, what really?" Ajeng noticed her husband who actually looked and shivered at her.

acting sick like good, can be pampered as Ajeng!

Arya complained once again, she even scowled and fought her tears, making Ajeng even more worshipful.

Hugging Arya's head, the more pressing until Arya's face slid into the soft chest, Arya secretly smelled a distinctive aroma there, refreshing her soul and the pain was all gone, he wants to devour immediately if there is no one, bring Ajeng to his unit, then greedy until it runs out.

I miss you guys!

Ajeng rubbed Arya's back and head, the intention of the heart to convey anger about Pretty, seeing Arya in pain actually made him not because he wanted to pay attention to the husband, could not be angry at Arya.

But, later if she met Pretty, she would speak firmly if her husband was sealed, she would not share it with anyone.

Yes, Ajeng was determined in his heart, all the way he came here to trouble his two in-laws, there must be strict action.

"Dear, sick!" whinek Arya once again, do not want to be far from the real fresh fruit. "Still sick, but earlier I wanted to bend lo kayak usually, I miss the same lo, Dear!"

"Yes, Ajeng ya kangen, there is a cure, want Ajeng help?"

Whats! What is it helping to try? Aryaaaa, you're lucky to be Ajeng's model wife, I swear!

Ajeng take the ointment that Arya showed earlier, then he crouched until his body is invisible behind the big table Arya, actually it is still the table of Mr. Darma, has not been officially revealed to Arya.

Slowly Arya unzipped her cloth pants, lowered a little until the shaken bird that he said was pepes was standing upright in front of Ajeng, he was still acting grimacing.

"Looooh, how did he wake up, Mas?"

"And, again sore, Dear .. so he woke up, ointment his ointment, please!" Arya put on a face.

Ajeng nodded, his index finger picked up a little ointment, he applied and blew the part with the little words, giggling as soon as the shaken bird moved like there was an antenna following the direction where Ajeng's eyeballs were spinning.

"Udah, Mas?"

"Blow it again, Dear .. The ointment makes it even more painful." Arya reasoned.

What an innocent gaze Ajeng made his passion peak and wanted him to just drown his beautiful heirloom, goosebumps himself until his back was wet with sweat pouring down.

"Fuuuhhhh, cepet healed, Rung. Don't be long if sick, later no one wakes up I'm lazy day, eheheheh .. already, let's close, Mas, pity later he catch a cold!" Help raise the pants again, a little palms touch the sensitive point of Arya, the man groaned inwardly.

Can-can birds shake will catch a cold, then nausea and vomiting.

Gggeerrrrr, my real passion, crazyaaaa!

Hup!

Arya held Ajeng up to sit on the rest of her large chair, leaning there spoiled.

"Dear, just here, I miss!"

"Yes, right here. Bentar, I want to meet with mom and dad, was left downstairs, fitting the bald sir, Mas, dragged like a bull, how?"

Here until the whipped bird sleeps again, plis!

***

The introduction of who Ajeng is to all the workers and cooperation team of Mr. Darma, surprising because Ajeng does not wear clothes that appear to support his position as an important male wife.

No one knows after falling awake and had Arya damaged at that time, Pak Darma's business developed back rapidly thanks to many friends who are still loyal to support.

Pretty was there, he was made in disbelief because what Rian and Juna said about Ajeng was so specific, nothing different, nothing different, it was all the same as if the image of the Ajeng was in front of their eyes.

This is called Ajeng, the rooster who can bend the knees of a whipped bird?

Sweat pouring, Arya held a wet hand Ajeng who was nervous standing in front of many blondes, lucky he did not wear short color culottes earlier, at least there is still more value.

"Mas, goo grogi!"

"Ngapain groggy, there I am here, Dear. No one is going to hurt you, I assure you!"

Pretty, Ajeng remembered the name, at the end of the curiosity he could not resist anymore, moved closer and whispered to Arya.

Both of Arya's eyelids suddenly opened wide, but she pointed through the tail of her eyes where Pretty's position was, Ajeng's mouth suddenly gaping, she should have been quite aware of her husband's type of adoration, former pujaan, inversely proportional to him who is only a cockfighting player.

How not insecure, is the rival so?

From hair to feet can be sure the treatment costs are not cheap, can buy a stacked gold bracelet.

"Dear, let's go back to Papa's room, come on!"

"But, Mas-"

Arya knows the meaning of Ajeng's view, the insecure soul that once managed to close Ajeng because of the presence of Hikam, seems to relapse again, inexplicably she is afraid to embarrass Arya.

"Dear, should I tell you how many times I love you?"

"Therefore, your ex is a special egg, Mas. The wind passes for him!"

"But, I like you and only you can understand me. Come on, Dear .. there are no girls other than lo, a whipped bird just wants to be the same lo!"

Ajeng chuckled, he hit Arya's shoulder before he finally wanted to hold her and walk together back to the room of Mr. Darma who some days Arya occupied.

Someone shocked Arya since Ajeng's hand was tucked in his arm, he smiled looking downwards, if only he had healed completely and could do it.

Arya guarantees the workspace will turn into a special room for her and Ajeng, but it's just a dream now.

"Mas, don't be flirtatious, I want to be a nabok!" Ahahahah, he's cracking up.

"Heh, this is your husband, speaking of origin!" Arya clenched Ajeng's waist, they stopped right at the door, letting Mr. Darma and Mr. Ratih enter first. "Good talk to her husband!"

"Ahahahahaha, you are so, my lyrics, keep pinching my butt!"

Arya did not accept, it was good that she wanted to be stabbed earlier (Hit).

"Gue kiss the dis-"

"Yes'," cut Mr. Darma tense.