BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 32: CONFESSION

The question of why Dirga seemed to fall in love with Mutia was still dimly lit. Not clear. It doesn't seem to make sense. Why the 22-year-old young man looks so wanted a 40-year-old woman, married and had two children. Even everyone knows, if Dirga already has a sharp lover. Aline, who was apparently much prettier than Mutia.

"Australia ....!" Mutia rebuked her brondong for still trying to kiss her left and right cheeks.

"Why ? Angrier aunt?" What a silly question is that.

"Aunty's dress is broken because of you." Push Mutia with both hands, on the chest of Dirga's field.

"Why ... Because you want to look beautiful and charming the husbands of those people?" Dirga's voice sounded resolute. Where's brondong's brain. He forgot only as Mutia's mistress. The real handler looks indifferent.

"They were not just Mas Pras's best friend. When we were married, they were also my best friends Ga." Huh ... Why would Mutia sound like she was explaining something to the rancid.

"Oh ... So because they're aunt's best friends too. So free physical contact even in public places. Aunty can't take care of aunt's husband's feelings."

"That's a Ga tradition. From the beginning we have always been so Mas Pras never took issue." Mutia defended Pras her husband.

"What can Om Pras trouble will aunty friendly action. If anything that aunty made for him was never appreciated. Hasn't the aunt been sensitive in terms of interpreting what she likes and doesn't. Or Om Pras never considered aunty there." As smart as a jumping squirrel, it ends up falling too. Often the communication that Mutia and Dirga do, of course the ends are a gift about the household. No exception cold attitude of her husband.

"If indeed Om felt the attitude of aunt was ordinary. At least Auntie can take care of my feelings. Dirga's heart aches at the affection of aunty to them." He said slowly, choosing to create a distance to move away, and leaning on the safety wall of the rooftop there.

"Where would you know if you were here." Bod0hnya Mutia still serving brondong possessive it.

"So aunty will keep her distance from men if she knows I am. And it'll be a while when I'm not around?" Ask Dirga again.

“Sorry Ga. .. aunt doesn't know what you want.” Mutia was not used to being jealous by her husband. Pras never showed that attitude to her. The flat man never looks angry nor likes everything he does. Their households pass through the plate, so it is always peaceful, because there is no trigger for conflict. Unlike the atmosphere that occurs in his forbidden relationship with the trendy Brondong. Full of color and for his heart sometimes deg an own, because the contents of their relationship is too varied. Mutia knew where the door was that could make her return to where the event took place. Now his foot steps towards the exit.

“Tante .. sorry. Dirga passed by love same aunt. This feeling makes Dirga jealous.” Dirga's hands were tightly coiled in Mutia's stomach. Ie hugged Mutia from behind, whispering her jealous feelings to the aunt. Without asking, he confessed his feelings. Huh .. Mutia where ever in this by husband. In the embrace of the shell, plus with a strand of jealous statement sentences again, for Mutia this was sweet. Mutia. Trying to sell expensive.

“How Dirga sure of the feelings of aunt, while in the heart of aunt is not necessarily only me. I'm self-conscious, ever asking for the smallest part in a aunt's heart. Dirga who's tan? Just a little trash in aunty's life. Dirga know here already mastered Om Pras, Radit also Raisa.” Dirga's hand pointed at Mutia's chest, showing her whereabouts of the woman's heart.

“You have been there, but not on a large portion. It's a risk to our relationship. But your existence in that small place, has even dominated there. You will already be the most beautiful part in there.” Just finished Mutia speaking, Mutia's body was already out of position in the hug from behind. But face to face, and be seen pressed against a wall not far from the door. Mutia's mouth was already smothered by the deep kiss by the brondong. Dirga was so addicted to his aunt's lips. Choosing to stop fighting. Because with the body language they do now, they think more clearly describe their feelings.

Oh Brondong Trendy, now not only attack the taste senses of Mutia. But his hands started wildly down the beautiful mound on the front of Mutia's body. Dirga's aunt is always enough in the inner living by the husband, meaning she is not the type of woman ‘gatal’ in the affair. Only the quarrels that Dirga did felt different, slow, soft and felt more careful maybe because the play was indeed using heart.

Mutia realized, they did it in a public place. While the two lips were linked to each other even entangled inside. Mutia's hand tried to break Dirga's hand palpation which made her heart fret, even the bottom was a little wet. Fuuck, Mutia is bright because of this rancid act.

“Ga .. your dear aunt. But we don't do this.” Mutia dared to stop. Stop the activity that he really wanted and still wanted to enjoy longer. But they're on the rooftop. You can say, which they do it in see other people, even though since they were both there, the place looks lonely.

Dirga's hand lowered Mutia's breastplate, slightly lowering it until a straight line in front of her chest was visible. And the squeezed flesh was also cradled in front of the chest.

“Tomorrow, Dirga wants this one.” Jeez .. brondong asked for a mimic. Mutia's heart was dangdutan again because of Dirga's ridiculous request. Be thankful to God, who made the night darker than the day. Because Mutia's face was already red. Shame to hear the request of the rancid. Not just embarrassed, but maybe. The sensation will be different from the vegetables she usually enjoys on her husband's body. Turnip.

“Do not be weird...!” His hardness after being able to master the mixed feelings in his heart. Mutia wanted to, but was afraid. He was curious about the taste of being more with Dirga, but his brain was still sane about his status as a wife of people and mother of two children.

Cup

Dirga again kissed Mutia's lips at a glance.

Along with the flash release, the rooftop door was opened by someone. But their bodies are still facing closely and only a small distance from adults. Just close not sticking anyway. It only looks like the two are very familiar.

“Mutiara ..?”

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