Conscious After a Treasure Depleted
Misbehavior
In the afternoon Ssyla came to visit Mother Gita's house. He wanted to meet with Alga because he did not have time to meet in the office earlier.
Mother Gita who was watering flowers in the park stopped her activities and met her future mantis kindly.
"Where is your relationship developing?" ask Mother Gita after the pleasantries.
"Alright, Auntie," said Seyla with a smile. He always tried to appear perfect in front of his future father-in-law.
"This year we're ready to marry you too" said Ms. Gita, excited and Seyla delighted to hear.
With permission from Ms. Gita, Seyla went into the room to meet the Alga who was resting. He easily broke inside because the door was unlocked.
"Hay, Honey... Sorry to bother you!" Seyla approached Alga, part of her body covered in a blanket.
Alga who was just about to close her eyes after conversing with Zarina over the phone was very shocked to hear Seyla's sudden voice beside her.
He wanted to curse her with harsh words but it was muted because he saw his mother who was heading to his room.
A good idea came to his mind to corner Seyla in front of his mother.
"Ehhh, Seyla... have you come home from the hotel?" asked Alga in a rather loud voice.
"What do you do to the hotel? Hmmm, it must be an office business, right?" ask Mother Gita who has joined them.
Seyla was misbehaving due to nervousness.
"Yes Aunty, Alga sent me to the hotel to meet someone who will establish a cooperative relationship with our company" Seyla told a lie.
"Good, I've known for a long time that this future mother-in-law is indeed reliable! Try if you send Zarina who is the village, it could be that he will only humiliate us!" mother Gita said while laughing mockingly.
"Please listen to me first! That day, Seyla was invited by Om Dirga to have fun at the hotel," Alga kept trying as quietly as possible despite being very emotional because Seyla had been blatantly lying and her mother also always underestimated Zarina's ability in the office.
"Who is Om Dirga? How come you don't know Dad?"
"She's my relative, Auntie," said Seyla with a pounding heart.
"Kok, can yah, a relative invite his own relatives to have fun in a hotel room?" sindir Algae.
Gita's mother was confused. He stared at the faces of Alga and Seyla in turn.
"Well, the video's here if you don't believe it!" said Alga again made Seyla sweat cold.
"I can explain, Auntie," said Seyla pleading.
After the two of them came out, Alga closed and locked the door of her room and then lay down again. She laughed inwardly at Seyla's change in face when she was threatened to show her mother the video. "So soon I'll know who Seyla really is." she murmured.
Now he also knew that the woman was a good lie. Evident by what was said earlier about Om Dirga and also at this time Alga felt disturbed to hear their laughter from the living room. I don't know what other lies Seyla told Mother Gita so easily forget the incident earlier.
Seyla was at the house of Mother Gita until magrib and she just said goodbye after her phone rang. There was a call from Om Dirga but he deliberately did not answer but immediately said goodbye on the grounds that his mother was waiting at home.
Seyla did not return home but went to a luxurious inn in the city and as usual she always hid her face with a mask and sunglasses and entered the inn. In the room, Om Dirga was already waiting for him impatiently.
Mr. Dirga is a successful businessman so he never lacked money, even excess. His wife is also beautiful but super busy so there is rarely time to be alone with her husband. They have a large store that provides building materials and employs many employees. In the city where they live there are three shops owned by him and there are still three more shops outside the city.
Lack of attention and service of his wife makes Mr. Dirga seek entertainment outside to meet with Seyla who makes him always drunk kepayang.
He welcomes Seyla with his arms wide open and Seyla can smell the expensive perfume from Om Dirga's body.
The old man did not let time pass without doing something because the awaited was in sight.
He helped remove the thick jacket attached to Seyla's body and recounted the interior so thin that something inside could be clearly illuminated.
Touch by touch is now launched by Om Dirga until not a piece of cloth that covers the beautiful and sexy body. Om Dirga who is old but still able to make Seyla sigh because of the pleasure of every touch on the sensitive parts of his body.
"Akkkhh... Akkhc... Akkh...,"
The sound released by Seyla made Om Dirga even more excited. His mouth that was adrift with Seyla's lips he released and moved to the bottom, to the object that had been previously stroked and squeezed and made the owner increasingly sigh of pleasure.
"You can't quickly find a husband well, let Om always have a chance like this!" whispered Om Dirga who had gone further.
"It's okay, Om, let's have a husband if Om wants to play again, I'm always ready," said Seyla who started wriggling here and there.
"What if you get caught with your husband?"
"Om also has a wife, what if his wife knows that Om is often satisfied by other women?"
" Let him know, my own wife's fault, who told me not to serve me well for the reason of always being busy on things as a normal man, this Om still really needs his caress,"
Mr. Dirga closed his eyes as Seyla groped gently the chest of his field with her wiggly fingers.
Seyla was willing to do all that because her eyes were fixed on a brown envelope on the table that certainly contained money. He was imagining going to shop for branded goods his target so far. Every time he asked his parents for money he was given little and not enough to buy expensive things. Both Seyla's parents are classified as frugal and do not spend money arbitrarily without knowing the purpose clearly so Seyla often men 'cap' them as stingy parents.
"Thank you for satisfying my body!" said Mr. Dirga with eyes still closed.
"Together, Om!" sahut Seyla with a smile expands because not enough half an hour he serves the man but the payment is very expensive.
