Doctor Aruna's Revenge

The conqueror

FLECKISH

Tamara was surprised to hear the door open. The clothes in his hands almost fell

Especially now that Alva appeared. The air in the room feels stuffy.

Despite having spent a hot night in Dubai with Alva, Tamara is still shy and shy.

"Can I make you some coffee?" pinta Alva while sitting on the bed. He was looking at Tamara who was busy tidying up their clothes in Alva's closet.

For a week they'll stay at Alva's mom's house.

"Yes" said Tamara as she moved out.

It feels like you can breathe when you are outside the room.

Tamara went into the kitchen. Mama and Papa Alva are attending the wedding of one of their business partner's daughters. At home, they are just the two of them. The servants were in their rooms.

Tamara is still quite confused with the cabinet in the kitchen. Because Mama Alva never let her into the kitchen.

"Call the waiter." That's what Mama Alva said

Tamara dared not argue. He who used to be independent, rarely troubled the servants in his house. The kitchen is her favorite place. At his mother's house or even in his apartment.

Despite being tomboyish, Tamara is quite adept at. Not just cooking water or noodles. But Tamara was already very able to cook heavy meals. Soup, curry, rica rica even rendang.

At home only she is the tomboy who always helps her mother in the kitchen after her two brothers married and co-living with their husband.

In fact, they always enliven the kitchen with a new menu.

But at Alva's house, Tamara is hard to do. Alva's mama ban made her finally hand it over to the waiter.

Fortunately met also coffee saset capucino after a long time trying cabinet.

Tamara turned on the stove and cooked hot water to brew coffee.

"Got long?" alva's voice sounded quite close.

DEG

Tamara was shocked again. He's still not used to Alva showing up.

"Kok, you didn't call Bi Rani?" ask Alva to come closer. She had actually been around long enough to see Tamara in confusion in front of the kitchen cabinet.

"It's sleeping" Tamara replied nervously as she noticed Alva's approaching steps.

In the room there. Why come here, throw Tamara in your heart.

"The water is boiling" said Alva to Tamara's surprise.

The water in the small pot had already revealed its boiling point.

Tamara again cursed in her heart because she did not realize it.

"Eh, yes," he said as he poured the hot water into a cup that already contained his capuccino powder.

"Thank you" said Alva then grabbed a small spoon in Tamara's hand and stirred her own coffee.

Then nonchalantly, Alva leaned her butt on the kitchen table and sipped her coffee.

Tamara who felt her task was done decided to leave.

"Can masakin mi instant? Mumpung mami has not come home," said Alva held back Tamara's steps.

Tamara stared at the two packs of noodles that were on the table nearby

How, can.ada mi? inner wonder.

"So Glen brought it. If there's mami we're not allowed to eat noodles."

Tamara stared at Alva sharply as she heard the man's words.

Gawat, is he married to a mother's son?

It was very desirable for Tamara to pat her head. There is nothing in his mind to marry a spoiled man. But now, this is his fate.

Without a word Tamara also returned to cooking water with a small pot that berberda.

Alva continued to observe him while sipping his hot coffee slowly.

I can't believe it can be in the kitchen too. Can you cook another one, right? inner praised. Even the idea appeared ignorant to prank Tamara.

Tamara knows she's being noticed. He's trying to stay cool.

Alva also put the coffee is only half, then take a flat plate. He immediately cut out the plastic seasoning noodles and poured them onto the plate.

Then thrust the plate at Tamara who had boiled her noodles.

Aye, yes. Very chatty, anyway, inner Tamara sewot.

Tamara doused the noodles onto a plate and gave them to Alva.

"Kok, no stirring," protested Alva.

"You need to find a spoon first" Tamara said while holding back an upset.

"Pake chopsticks only," Alva pointed out.

"Take the four chopsticks. We eat together" Alva said when he saw Tamara only taking two chopsticks.

Tamara was silent before she did her Alva.

"I'm not that hungry" Alva said as she put noodles on the table, then shifted the chair beside her to have Tamara sit nearby.

Clumsy Tamara gives Alva her chopsticks.

Their distance is too close. Tamara was having trouble breathing again.

Both of them stirred the noodles in silence.

Alva turned the noodles big enough in her chopsticks and gave them to Tamara.

"Too many," Tamara refused as she glanced in annoyance.

Alva smilingly looked at that annoyed but also blushing face.

Nervous huh? inner naughty.

Alva also reduced the noodles and fed them to Tamara. It precisely forced Tamara to accept her bribe.

Tamara turned her face away from Alva while trying hard to swallow the noodles that felt so difficult to pass through her throat.

Alva smirknya look at Tamara groggy, and feed noodles into her mouth.

It's not that hard either naklukin Tamara.

She wanted to laugh considering how much her friend's concern for her fate was in Tamara's hands.

"His nun yet?" asked Alva while bringing her chopsticks closer which contained noodles.

Tamara, who had just swallowed her food, was forced to open her mouth again. He prefers to eat alone.

Tamara was astonished by Alva's easily bullied self.

Alva's close gaze, as well as the smell of coffee, made Tamara's heart beat uncertain.

Alva also did not expect, Tamara who was fierce outside turned out to be very faint when close to him.

Remembering her who had no trouble successfully fucked Tamara, made her want to do it again.

After Tamara swallowed her noodles with great difficulty, she was more and more surprised by the presence of Alva's face that was getting closer.

"There's a sauce on your lips" said Alva rasak. His gaze changed.

Tamara is pounding. He knows this sign.

Without waiting for Tamara's answer. Alva placed her lips gently on Tamara's lips.

Even one hand pulled Tamara's nape closer, making her deeper and deeper into the lips.

Don't forget the one hand that mischievously went into Tamara's shirt and guerrilla there.

Tamara's body can only be jolted without being able to protest what Alva, her husband, did.

After a long kiss, Alva moved away. He looked at Tamara who was now looking at him.

Alva also gave Tamara his coffee glass to make the girl wake up and sip it a little.

Then Alva finished the coffee while continuing to look at Tamara who looked down, as if holding back her passion.

Alva's been fishing for him. He is very pro at this. Alva knew that while removing her lips and hands from Tamara, the girl was in almost complete fashion. But it's crispy.

Alva admits Tamara is very good at self-control. Not like his old woman who would immediately grab him and beg him.

Tamara now gets up and walks away, leaving her for the refrigerator.

Then the girl gulped down the cold mimeral water without caring about Alva who was smiling slantedly looking at her. He approached Tamara, grabbed a bottle that still left a little water, and replaced the sip.

The two are looking at each other now.

"Well, go to the room" said Alva, throwing bottles of mineral water that had been used up in the trash.