DUDA IMPOTENT DESIRE

Pov Akram (Dragon views)

"Huhahh... There's people, run away....!" The woman ran away in a pinch, to the house I believe is Alda's.

What is that nerve woman, Alda's brother?

Ahhaha....

I laughed again. Remembering his funny behavior. Starting from tidying up her long hair, make up and justify the position of her twin mountains.

Swish...

I feel my pants getting narrower. Turns out my otong is on. I'm so happy, about it. It means that I am really healed. It felt like cheering cheerfully as powerfully as possible. But, that's not possible for me to do. I'm in a settlement, not in the woods.

I pressed the door handle with a burning feeling. After getting out of the car. I made up my appearance, and I reflected in the glass window of my car. A smile expands, never leaving my face. I remembered the girl's behavior earlier, which confirmed her BRa. And I followed him with his silly behavior.

Doesn't he have the money to buy a new, tight BRA? in order to be able to support the twin mountains that are fairly big?

Aaaahhkkp...

This is the brain koq thought to it anyway?

If he just confirmed the position of the mountain that is disputed BRa sagged. Different story with me. I'm now looking around. I want to make sure there are people watching me. Because I want to check and see for a moment my otong otong which is now standing upright. I was like this, because I was happy and very euphoric with my recovery.

"Hey... Dong woke up. You sleep again, right? I don't want people to call me a freak, because you live on because you saw the twin mountains." I foolishly struck my soft hand which is now covered in pants.

Huuff..

I took a long breath. I had to relax, throw me sum's mind out of my brain, which was traveling, because of the strange girl.

After feeling a little calm, I dragged my feet towards Alda's house. The turnstile was unlocked, it made me quickly get to the veranda of the house.

"You want Akram, right?"

Just about to say hello, a middle-aged woman came out from inside the house, and greeted me kindly. Yes, Alda's house is open.

"Yes ma'am." I answered with kindness.

Huuff...

I am so grateful, my carrot that was alive, is now starting to shrink and deflated.

Hii...

Ouch...

I what the hell? what do you have my balloon? Wear deflated everything. I was so happy that I liked to talk to myself.

"Let's go in, Akram. This morning, Madah called. Said there'd be a young guest, pick up clothes and other necessities for Alda." Mother said it kindly, after I sat on an ambal. Alda's house is very simple, I don't find chairs or couches for guests here.

"Yes ma'am." I can only smile. My brain is still focused on thinking about mine that I believe is healed. Was there any influence, too, when the masseuse massaged my lower half for these two days, when I massaged my sprained hands and feet?

Aahhkkp...

The point is, because of the accident with Alda. I can heal, I have to be grateful for that. I have to be good to Alda and his family. Let me undo the intention in advance to open a contractor business. I focused on helping Alda, until he recovered. And I should be able to make Alda like me. I'm married to his ex-wife Evan. Arrogant man is my sworn enemy, the important thing is that his heart is good. Her face was also beautiful, ayu and motherly. I like that face model.

"Nak Akram, son of Akram...?"

"Oowww... Yes mom!" my daydreams are also gone.

"Here, Raisya asks to come to the hospital. Is Akram going to take her?" ask the mother with great caution.

"Raisyah? who's Raisya ma'am?" I'm confused, I don't know who the Alda family members are.

"Raisya, Alda's daughter.." The mother still looks reluctant. Maybe he thought I wouldn't take Alda's son to the hospital.

"Ooh.. Can ma'am." Answer friendly. I'm so much a little boy. So it doesn't matter if it will bring Raisya.

Oh geeznn... What is this mother talking about? am I the child kidnapper.?

"Yes, not ma'am." My heart is polite and friendly. I can't be arrogant, because I get a sentence of accusation. This family has helped me out of a big problem.

"Yes son, thank you." said the mother, then looked back. "Roses..... Is Raisya ready?" said the mother a little strong.

"It's mom." A girl's voice sounded. And followed by the appearance of a girl and girl who confirmed her BH earlier in front of the window of my car. Seeing the arrival of the two women, my auto eyes were immediately fixed onto his twin mountain. The twin mountains do look tempting, although covered by a shirt.

He realized the direction of my eyes. He reflexively covered his chest with his hands. His facial expression looked uncomfortable when I looked at him. I finally lowered my eyes.

The eyes are the companions and guides for the heart. The eye transfers the news that it sees to the heart so as to make the mind wander because of it. As I now experience, my brain is traveling.

Subjecting eye view is the basis and means to keep ********. Therefore, in this verse Allah Ta’ala first mentions the command to withhold the eye view rather than the command to keep the ********.

If a man gives a look in his eyes, then he has already expressed the love of his heart. So that the eyes can do disobedience because they see, and that is the zina of the eyes.

Astagfirulah.... Astagfirullah... Astagfirullah..

I'm constantly privileged that, hopefully with my recovery, this is a good start. It is not the beginning that brings misery. I don't want to be later, get the nickname the veneer. Looks like I should get married.

My eyes have turned into useless eyes. It's like looking at the part, which can test my manhood nerves. Is it because I'm healed? so that the turmoil is again great great?

"Roses, make a drink for Nak Akram." Said the mother, to the beautiful girl and bershenol next to her.

"Yes ma'am." The girl's heart is soft. He flipped over, dragging his feet into the kitchen. I, curious, raised my head. My eyes began to follow the direction in which the Woman had gone.

He is very similar to Alda, who is Alda's cousin. But, this girl still looks very young.

"Raisya, you go to the place where mom and uncle go?" Said the gentle mother to the little girl who was standing next to me.

I looked at the little girl affectionately. This child called Raisya, seemed to have just cried. His eyes.

"You want to come with me?" I grabbed that tiny body. He resigned and now sits on my lap.

"You're om, icha kangen Mama... Hua.....!'

She was crying hysterically.

Cup

cup

cup

" Don't cry, we'll see Mama." I said her tears that poured profusely soaked her chubby cheeks. Raisya is very beautiful, similar to Alda's mother.

"Yes,." he replied with a whim.

I hugged Raisya tightly, gently rubbing her back. I had to calm him down, it seemed like he missed his mother a lot. He finally fell silent.

My eyes turned back to the girl named Rose. He was serving tea in front of me. A little squatting, because we were sitting on the floor, stuffed with ambal.

"Let's drink Akram" said the friendly mother.

"Yes ma'am." My heart is friendly, and again these eyes are interested in following the Rose who enters the kitchen.

Will I be the light, if I see a woman?

TB

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