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Husband and Wife

Without thinking for a long time, Safira immediately soaked in the bathtub in full clothes. When everything was soaked, Safira realized that she did not bring a single shirt.

"Well, what am I wearing?!" panicked Sapphira so late. Want to borrow Darren's clothes also feel prestige. Safira did not like the man. The man who had traded it for some money.

"Ah time bod*hlah! A towel is enough, right?" Safira tried to calm herself. But over time Sapphira became more thoughtful. If he sleeps with only a towel, Darren will definitely do nothing to him.

"Agh! How about dong?!" Safira was frustrated.

Safira also chose to finish his bath first, just thinking about how to get clothes later.

"Sir ...," call Safira hesitating from inside the bathroom. There was no other choice, Safira inevitably had to borrow Darren's shirt.

Indeed Safira initially dared to offer himself, but originally he himself was afraid. She dared to say that because she was upset by the actions of Darren aka her husband.

There was no response from Darren. Safira also speculates that Darren is currently asleep or going out.

Slowly Safira opened the bathroom door and checked things out. It turned out to be true, Darren was currently asleep on a mattress with a supine position.

Safira also ventured into a large closet. Surely all Darren's clothes are there, her inner self.

"Why are you there?" asked Darren who suddenly woke up. Sapphira's heart is no longer in a normal position.

Safira was a crime. Why did Darren wake up so quickly?! Angry annoyed.

"Don't look at me, sir!" Safira. Now he's turned his back on Darren.

Seeing Safira's behavior, Darren finally smiled with satisfaction. Darren felt that the Safira he knew seemed to have returned. This is the Sapphira that Darren knows. Sapphira is shy like a cat.

"Why? You're my wife right now," said Darren sounding so mes*m in Safira's ears. The feathers on his body felt all interested.

"You offered yourself to sa—"

"Enough, Sir! Don't talk about it anymore!" Sapphira turned to face her husband. Somehow he felt embarrassed and upset when reminded of his behavior that dared to offer himself.

"Don't move much. Later your towel sag," kekeh Darren then move to the bathroom. Now it's her turn to take a shower.

Sapphira immediately held tightly to her towel for fear of actually sagging, or perhaps being thrown away by someone else. Eh?

"Sir! I'm minjam yes!" safira shouted as Darren had entered the bathroom.

There is no word from Darren. I did not listen or intentionally did not answer.

But what really happened was ... Darren is currently struggling with Max in the bathroom. Yes, of course all this was because of Safira. Who told himself to show himself by wearing only a towel like that.

Meanwhile, Safira is now researching every shirt in Darren's closet. No t-shirts, just shirts of various colors. And that frustrates Sapphira again and again. Do you have to wear a night shirt?

And another ... there is no interior at all that Sapphira had. Safira was forced to wear Darren's interior. Strange, but how else. Yes the time does not use any subordinates?

Safira chooses to wear Darren's silver shirt. The shirt felt big on his body.

"Safira," called Darren who just came out of the bathroom while drying his hair with a small towel.

Sapphira who saw the scenery was so ketar-ketir. "I'm crazy .. I can be that hot!" inner screaming. Safira did not even realize she was facing the intense body of Darren at this time. Look into her stomach it's .. ah shit! Sapphira's mind went everywhere.

"We need to talk seriously" Darren said and walked to the bed in the same costume. Only the towel covered the bottom of it. Sapphira remained in place. In front of the closet.

"Close! The shape is better if you look closely," always Darren deliberately tease Safira who seems stunned by her sexy stomach.

Safira immediately shook his head to awaken his own mind. Ah shame it feels to be caught thinking dirty like this.

"Currently, who sees your stomach! I've often seen that, sir. I have an ordinary father in my eyes!" elak Sapphira then walked over to her husband. Loh husband?

Safira sat opposite Darren on the bed. Both are now focused and serious. Eum, actually, both are equally not focused. One looked at her husband's stomach, the other looked at his wife's chest. Heh!

"Let's straighten out the 500 million money problem" Darren said.

Safira was silent. He chose to listen.

"I did not intend to buy you like an item, Sapphira. You have to know that" Darren explained.

"At least there is no intention of me to exchange you for some money" Darren continued.

Safira immediately rolled her eyes lazily after hearing Darren's words.

"So you mean, I don't have that price? It can't be exchanged for money at all, can it?" irked Sapphira.

Darren gawked in disbelief. The feeling of direction of speech was not there. Why cover there? Yes, women have a lot of reasons for trouble.

"It wasn't Sapphira ..," said Darren, still trying to be gentle with his wife.

"Well ah! The males! No one's really a real guy!" sapphire Oceh.

"If Azzam?" I don't know why his sister's name just came out of Darren's mouth. Darren wanted to hear Safira's answer about Azzam. Is it the same as the guys Safira meant?

"Yes! Azzam is the same!" answer Safira ketus.

"Who? Isn't Azzam your crush?" lure Darren again.

"Azzam is just as crazy! He already dared to do the same Dara, even though they were just dating!" answer Safira again. Actually Safira did not want to discuss this, but already spoken. Want to do something again.

After all, he was disappointed in the couple, especially his best friend. Safira still remembers when Dara said that she did not want to bunting before halal, but in fact she instead did the process of printing children!

"His name is also love" replied Darren of origin. He was confused as to what else to say. Conversations that should be serious, even spread everywhere. Unguided.

"Cur love what! Love is still boong, there is no real love!" judes Safira then threw away her husband's face.

Darren felt like he was crazy. He should have been angry and upset at Safira who was so childish, but somehow he even felt anxious at his wife. Especially at this time Safira is the enemy while wearing his clothes.

"Safira ...," call Darren in his heavy voice. It even sounds a little hoarse. His body leaned slightly forward to approach his wife.

Safira immediately goosebumps one body. Darren's voice sounded even more sinister than the tiger's voice in his ears.

"What-what?!" Sapphira's voice was broken.

"It's our first night, right? How about if—"

Darren has not expressed his wish. Sapphira immediately got off the bed and threw a pillow at Darren's face firmly. Fortunately it was a pillow, how about the chair that Safira threw?

"Male mes*m! Gil*!" cecar Safira started to get scared.

"Hey, calm down! Why are you panicking like you want to be added?!" darren's reply was frustrating because the girl was so hard to touch.

"That's what you want, right?!" answer Safira again. He began to walk back slowly.

"We are legitimate, Safira. If your husband and wife are not a rapist*his name is!" answer Darren.

But Sapphira did not care. Now he is near the door. Safira intends to escape from this apartment.

"Where are you going?! Want to get out in that outfit?!" asked Darren in a flat voice. It seems like the man is getting serious again now.