Bojomu My spirit

You're Tega!

ARYAAAY!!

Arya ran to the rear chicken coop, she herself did not expect that it was a wet dream, still with her wet cloth pants, she ran back in a dodge.

Damn, the sofa he used to sleep after dawn was just bought by Ratih ma'am at a fantastic price, the plan he will give to the granddaughter, he said, think of it as a form of gift for having chosen Arya to be his father, Ratih had thought that his son could not possibly be able to fertilize because of his corrupt behavior.

"Why is Ma...?"

"Well, look at that couch, Mama got a blow Arya whispered, she's playing herself here, you fucking kid!"

"Hahahahahahah, how come you don't pinter that kid!" mr. Darma actually laughed loudly, he sat down and poked wet marks on the sofa of Ratih's mother. "You pandan?"

"Kok kissed it, Papa is not sane!" colek, Madam Ratih unconsciously and already in the habit of following her husband's pattern, the hand stuck out poking wet marks on her sofa, her forehead wince, her face turned gloomy. "Yes, the smell of pandan made by ijo beans, Pa!"

Plaque!

Mr. Ratih pull Mr. Darma's ear back to the corner of the living room, there is a sink with a tap of water pressure, all they spray to the stained face, can-can poking and smell the wet marks Arya, and, the smell of pandanus again, even to the point of the nose because repeatedly they repeat.

"Now, Maaaaa...."

"What's wrong, if it's not clean, Papa will be banned from entering the mosque" replied Ratih.

"Well, you ya kobain, you should prevent or invite to run away, even the smell of pandan!" nagel Mr. Darma, did not accept himself to be blamed unilaterally, where the hand of Mr. Ratih repeated, asking Mr. Darma to kiss him once again. "Be careful, don't make ijo nut juice, maybe you're the same as I'm pregnant with Arya's child, call a sofa washerman!"

All pregnant with Arya's child?

The plot!

"You want to try, no, call the washerman!" break up sir Darma frustrated.

They returned to the room, carrying a sour face and a million swearing, hurried to contact the sofa and mattress washerman, all the mattresses in this house were cleaned.

While Ajeng passed out of the room, breezed not getting the face of the husband, but just opened his eyes and finished bathing, he wanted to meet with her husband, wanted to be stroked, but only to open his eyes, but the whipped bird he had kicked out of last night was nowhere to be seen.

Ajeng's heart feels squeezed instead of playing, he is sensitive now, wants to cry seeing no one pay attention to him, but he is pregnant, Arya moreover, his mind is dirty continues.

Ajeng sat on the edge of the stairs, bent his legs, lowered his head to hide his face, swearing he was crying blood here, her husband was missing, nowhere was the morning blind, even he was fresh, he was fresh, Arya is not there either.

If anyone wants to pull Ajeng to the room, want him executed, want him clawed between two thighs, all he turns Arya's head.

"You have the heart, Mas!"

"What kind of money, Dear?" Arya settles down, her cloth pants have been removed, change only wear and tear dried in the back, she wrapped around the waist. "Lo fuck me, hem? I'm not going, let me get to the room!"

"No, where are you not wearing pants, early in the morning you've been flirting with the bird, who are you playing with, Mas? I'm pregnant with your child again, why you nyoblos others, so much yet Mas!"

"Jeng, that's not it!"

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Sorry just to be up a little, still in a sad mood, thanks for continuing to follow the story.