CALL ME MAS! SEASON 2

Surprise For Handsome Husband

...☘Evening with romance,...

...merging together in the top of the waves.☘...

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"Mas, it's adzan maghrib." Said Britney, who had walked into the bathroom, and Pras was still engrossed in a bath.

"Mas, you didn't hear me?"

Britney sat down crouching, stroking her husband's back hair, then said "Mas, don't get mad. Yes, I'm negligent. I'm sorry."

Pras looked at his wife and said "I'm not angry, why are you apologizing to me."

"Mas, that's not what I meant." Said Britney, and began to bow with a frown. Britney did not dare to look her husband in the eye, which was so sharp.

"Here you go, take good care of your son. I don't like you so lightly. Before I went to Vava's room. You said to me, that you'd be watching Alishba. But he was alone to the second floor, and above deserted. That's your name you're already stoned." Pras said with his voice soft, making Britney so silent.

"You go out first, I'll take a shower."

Britney came out feeling unsettled. Pras was also wrong, he was engrossed in playing the playstation. His busy wife is still to blame. My husband wants to win by himself.

Pras rushed to take a shower, and flushed his head with a shower. The falling water had hit his head. Her hair was wet, and her hands had already sifted through her black hair, and moved her head.

"Honey, you're getting more and more bored. Yesterday shopping at the Alishba supermarket was also almost gone."

Pras is still grumbling, since yesterday has been very upset with his wife. Yesterday the young Papa really scolded his wife. But Britney also understood that she was wrong.

...Pondok Indah, at 18.10 WIB....

"Darling, have you prayed?" Pras asked who saw his wife had been wearing a white mukena, with a grey lace fringe.

"Yet Mas. I'm waiting for you, Mas." Answer Britney.

The television had been turned off and Alishba had also put on her face, looking very pretty. The same white mukena as my mother. It turns out that mukena couple is perfect for Alishba and Britney. Times have developed, anything made a couple, and it's legitimate, no problem.

Pras who became the priest in this maghrib prayer. Alishba is pretty adorable, but she pretty much follows her Papa as well as her Mama.

"Papa Alishba too." He said, then kissed her Papa's hand.

Pras with gnash kissed Alishba's forehead. Britney smiled, looking at the husband who loved her daughter so much.

"Dear, I'm sorry. I was wrong too." Pras Say.

After finishing the Maghrib prayer, they both dissolved in the atmosphere.

"Mas, I was wrong too." Reply Britney, and Pras grabs his wife in his arms.

Alishba who did not want to lose, also hugged his mother. Pras then pulled his son. Alishba moves in the arms of Pras and Britney.

"Unfortunately Mama. Maafin Mama's. Sorry Mama." Said Britney, who kissed Alishba's face.

Grandpa Restu's extended family still gathers at Pondok Indah, let alone this Sunday night. All his grandchildren and great-grandchildren will stay in the house. There's Abah Ferdi and Mamah Sarah, there's Evan and Ghea and Giel. Then there are Maeva, Aksa and Arvez. There's Rendy, Almeera and Latif.

Latif's son Rendy and Almeera are only 3 years old. Very handsome, no less handsome with Giel and Hafiz.

...5 Hours later...

"Mas, I'm not calm. I'll take Alishba for ya." Britney.

"Why?" Pras asked, Britney looked at him and Pras started stroking his wife's hair, saying "What's wrong with Aunt Vanesa taking her to bed in her room, she was also Alishba's grandmother. Alishba hasn't been with her Grandma for a long time."

Actually Pras had planned this, even Evan, Ghea and Aunt Vanesa were very supportive. In order for Pras to succeed in making the wife melt. Even Ghea had already exchanged Britney's KB pills. But Britney was not aware of it.

"Mas, but I'm nervous. I can't sleep. Especially yesterday, I almost lost Alishba."

Britney frowned, and Pras began to cover his wife's sensual lips with his index finger.

"Std... Don't be ripped off again. I just want you to know one thing, if I need you, too."

Britney squealed and said "But Mas."

"You know what your obligations are?" Pras tapapan already share the cat that asked in elus-elus.

Pras's lips also began to play, Britney became upset with her husband's naughty behavior.

"Mas, but I'm tired."

"A wife cannot say tired. There is no reason to refuse her husband's wishes."

"Mas, you know I'm nervous."

"I've known you for an hour. Even I know enough, what makes you nervous. Not Alishba, but you're afraid I'm going to."

"Mas, comeon. I'm not feeling well. My body's pegel-pegel."

"Can I go on a massage, it must be a pegel."

"Mas, I forgot to take the Pill. So take a day off, Mommy."

"There are no holidays. Especially this Sunday night."

"Why Sunday night? Isn't it sunnya on Friday night?"

"If it's Sunday night, everyone's with their partner. You're my partner, I don't want to be a single guy who just hugs the roll."

Britney seems to have lost, and Pras is not stopping to persuade his wife. Moreover, Britney's mood is not happy, it must be more naughty.

"All right, but I'm going to the bathroom first."

Pras smiled intently, he would not lose. The wife must have followed him.

Britney in the bathroom, muttering. "Mas, Pras, how should I go? Kb pills? Heh! I haven't drunk it for three months. How I said to you, yesterday you were angry with me. I was waiting for the right moment. Because you've been pushy, so I have to say it."

"Two red lines."

Britney is smiling and full of happiness. Britney is pregnant, she checked first yesterday. Alishba is missing in the supermarket. Britney so undoes her intention, to tell about the two red lines.

Britney who was wearing a white kimono came out of the bathroom. Pras who sat down, had started to look at his wife. He leaned his head against his right hand, which was stuck on the wall.

"Mas." Call Britney, in a sweet voice.

Pras smiled as he saw Britney approaching, and Britney's hands, looking behind her.

"Mas." He spoke slowly, and Pras began to move from his seat.

"Darling, are you ready?"

Both his hands seemed to be holding his wife's waist, and Britney smiled sweetly. Pras who greatly lightened the second child, so impatient. The smiling Britney began to kiss her husband's sweet lips.

"Mas, I have your fruit gift."

Britney with a sweet look, the look in the eye was emanated millions of flavors, seemed clear water, began to inundate the brown sparkle of the eye.

"Gift? But why are you crying?"

Pras started pounding, he saw his wife as if she wanted to cry, slowly falling down the clear water, from the tip of his wife's eyelids.

"This is the prize."

"Darling, are you pregnant? You pregnant?"

Pras with a smile, his eyes shahdu look and his right hand touch the wife's right cheek. His thumb wiped his wife's tears, and slowly grabbed Britney's head, peeling her forehead in love.

"I'm happy. Honey, I love you."

Pras said a do'a in his heart. Gratitude for the enjoyment. That at this time, his wife had been pregnant again, after all this time. It's been 6 years, since Alishba's birth, now is the right time, for the two of them to have another baby.

"Mas, I love you too."

Pras hugged his wife tightly, and was very anxious. His wife was so good at covering this up, but Pras was really happy. It has been two months, Pras always wanted him to be given a baby again. Now Pras has been given confidence again.

Pras looked at his wife's pretty face, and Britney started wiping her own tears. Smiling sweetly and feeling very happy. The two eyes that were staring at each other sweetly, happy hues were clearly visible, from both of the person's faces.

"Dear"

Pras kisses her sensual, spoiled lips, Britney grabs her husband's head. With millions of happy feelings with romance, it turns burning with the existing surge.

His spoiled lips ferociously touched, and increasingly wildly ignited inward, and traced the interior, twisting wetly, a taste mixed in satisfaction.

"Dear"

Pras began to lift his wife to a king-sized bed, with sheets of Japanese cantuns patterned with cherry blossoms. Pras and Britney pulled out her soft blanket.

The room lights were dim, and the atmosphere had turned even more smoldering. The night is passionate with studded love, and the deeper the feelings of love of both. It is undeniable that her husband is very good at making his wife resigned and enjoy his caress. Likewise with the husband, sometimes his wife is wilder than a lion benita, and make him lose in a night contest full of excitement.

"Darling, you're mine. It's just me, and I make you happy."

Britney bit her sensual little lips, and she looked at her husband, her right hand rubbing her husband's left cheek.

"Mas, thank you. You are always faithful and your love is precious. Don't stay with me, I just want you, you're my husband."

Pras index finger touching his wife's lips "Ssthh, I will not leave you. I don't want to be away from you either."

Pras who was still in the top position and looked at his wife. They were both wrapped in blankets. The two men were nostalgic for their first night. It was so thrilling, it felt like it could not be expressed in words.

...The Golden Mansion....

It was 11pm, but the girl with narrow eyes woke up from her sleep. Last night at 8pm, it was covered in thick sheets, and Lingga was still busy with his work.

Vava who was still lying sideways, he opened his eyes, and stared at the seated figure and just focused towards his laptop screen.

"What's he doing?" Inner Vava spoke, Vava only looked at the Linga from a distance.

Vava picked up the blanket, and began to sit back.

"Mas Linga."

The melodious voice of Vava called out to Lingga. Slowly Lingga's eyes looked at Vava who was already sitting leaning back.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Asked Lingga, who was still looking at Vava, but did not move from where he was sitting.

"Mas, I'm hungry."

Vava started with a pouting face and stared at Lingga wistfully. Last dinner, Vava did not enjoy his meal, only three spoons of soup, after which he left the dining room and went to sleep.

The phallus rose from his chair, and approached his wife who was pouting on the bed forging.

"You hungry? Why didn't you eat?"

The gaze of Lingga's eyes was so cold, and the question was also quite stinging to Vava.

"Emmss. I didn't have an appetite, but now I'm hungry. I want to eat from his hand, Lingga. I want to be bribed."

Either Vava is acting, or it is spoiled for cravings. The phallus only feels strange when it knows what Vava wants. Especially at this time Lingga only saw the figure of Vava who spoke quite sweet.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want fried rice ebi, but the masakin Mas Lingga, continue in the same bribe Mas Lingga."

The phallus backs her right lip, and thinks "Do pregnant women like weird? Vava is also changing."

"Ebi fried rice?"

"Yes, I want fried rice that uses ebi. Keep the eggs on the omelette." Vava said in a sweet voice.

The finger of the right hand of Lingga seemed to scratch the temple next to his eyebrows. She was confused because she never went into the kitchen.

"Vava, I can't cook fried rice. Let the cooks do it for you."

Vava frowned and stroked his flat stomach, then he said "But your son, he wants you to cook. What if your child becomes a bully? Don't you love your son?"

Linga without saying rushed away. Vava began to smile, after the husband left the room.

"Yes, finally Mas Lingga left too."

Vava starts to get out of bed, and Vava picks up her phone on her husband's desk. She knew all the rules of her husband. Vava seems to menguele and does not want to obey.

"Hems, where's my phone?"

"Aunt Rumi also said, if you need any phone. Not a chat from WA, so Mas Lingga knows I'm still on my phone."

Vava searched in the drawer and did not meet. The phallus that had entered his room and Vava was quite shocked, when he saw the Lingga that was walking closer to him.

"What are you doing there?"

Vava smiled and said "Mas Lingga, Vava phone. Just a minute, make a chat. Vava promises not a toy cell phone."

Flat-faced phallus, then took his phone.

"This is your cell phone."

Vava looked at her husband who was suddenly cold as ice. Then he asked "Mas Lingga, angry with me? But I did not lie, indeed I was hungry, I also wanted fried rice made by Mas Lingga. Muk!!"

"I can't cook, the chef will cook."

Vava approached the Linga and grabbed her hand. "So Mas Lingga really can't cook? But I want fried rice made by Mas Lingga. Mas Lingga asked the chef who prepared the ingredients, but Mas Lingga who cooked, later asked to be guided by the chef. Come on, Lingga, come on! I want some fried rice made by Mas Lingga."

The vava looked childish, the right hand of the Linga was also rocked, and the Linga could not stand the sound of the Vava whining.

"Oh yeah, let's go to the kitchen. I've called the chef to come here."

"Well, that's dong. I like the Lingga."

The phallus only gave a small smile as Vava suddenly hugged him.

"Why am I being this weird? I don't know why I'm so comfortable hugging him."

Vava does not understand that pregnant women, can change their mood. It turned out that he was quite comfortable hugging the Mahatma Linga.

"Let's go to the kitchen."

Lingga invites Vava to go to the kitchen, and Vava turns happy.

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