Fondled Passion 3 Cogan

Room Decor That Makes Shocked

The party was over, but in fact I was so arrogant when the body began to ache due to too long standing under guarantee, to greet all the invitations who congratulated us when going home.

"Why are you, baby? How come your face looks so tangled?" ask Dio.

Looking towards me. The car that was driven was fast. Dio sat down beside enjoying the moment of being a bride. Don't bother driving.

"I'm so tired! It feels like all joints want to be detached from the body," Complained.

"Will I have a massage? How, what about?" Dio's a good fit.

My eyes could only glare wide, disbelieving Dio's words just now. He likes to help, but not everything he does.

"I forgot that Dio is my husband. Was I so happy to be a couple, so I forgot my new status" murmured a troubled heart.

"Hehehe, the next time, is still being held back because of his pain," Disowns.

"really. I'll be complaining again."

"So really, I won't complain. Maybe just need a break."

"God. If you need help, don't hesitate to say it later."

"Yes, the chip."

Without feeling the bridal car we were riding so quickly reached the residence of my parents' main house. Home decoration attached to the wall is still neatly lined up beautifully. Because I could not bear the fatigue that was so strong, finally the steps have gone wide where climb the stairs to get to my room.

"I'm here first, I want to talk to you for a second" Dio said as I was busy walking up the stairs.

"Heeem," I replied weakly.

There is no more power. Energy is so drained after standing all day. Although it looks trivial, but running all the wedding rituals is very tiring. Dio continued to give more spirit and attention, until sometimes the fatigue was a little reduced. Had not been able to compromise by wanting to faint, but if not continued very embarrassing because many guests.

Ceklek, I opened the door.

Netra was so surprised when approaching the room, which has now been transformed into a beautiful with the beauty is still elegant and luxurious. Red rose petals had been scattered along the road to the bed, which had been surrounded by candle flames.

Slowly the feet try to get close to the bed, by trampling the petals of a rose that is still fresh scattered.

The room was so beautiful and had a smell of roses. Many times the nose tries to inhale its aroma, which now makes me opium to continue to enjoy its fragrance

Now my steps stop and try to sit on the mattress near the blanket, which is a beautiful center scattered with red roses and pink love. Not wanting to be complacent about the beauty of the room, I just got up from sitting down to take off one by one the wedding clothes that still wrapped my body.

"Well, how am I gonna deal with Dio who's gonna room with me? Will he ask for his rights tonight? Aah .. don't .. don't, I'm still not ready. Aduuuh, how is this?" Confusion in my heart.

"Did I just say it straight away, yeah! Ask for Dio's understanding? But, if Dio doesn't want to understand how, huh? Emm, do I have to make it rude to sleep outside, huh? If he stays tight-lipped for his rights, how about."

"This part is my room, and it certainly is my right that all decisions are up to me. But if I do, there will be myself slashed and spray mama again. Aaaah, why is the question of the first night so much? Ribet new drag broke off the same girlfriend," a heart rumbling tangent, then looked at the bed filled with heart-shaped rose petals.

Thinking hard in order to avoid Dio, but if you know it will definitely sin because my spirit is completely halal. Even the skin to the body can be touched, but the fact that he is a husband still makes me not fully believe.

"This man painstakingly composed hundreds of rose petals until heart-shaped, like this joy in the heart that continues to bloom like flowers," Bathin heart astonished.

"It can be romantic too. His geeky face turned out to be just a mere mask. Didn't expect him to be so attentive and detailed as to know about me."

While trying to clean a pile of rose petals to lie down, he was shocked by the knock on the hand of someone who wanted to enter my room.

Tok .. tok .. tok, repeatedly tapped rooms.

Deg ... deg, "What is Dio?" The panic came against me.

"Well, noooo! Not now. Dead ... dead. Why would I face him?"

"Duh, crazy. What am I supposed to do?" Continued to unrest.

Panic mixed with nervousness had become one, but I still continued to step towards the door, because the room door was knocked unceasingly impatient.

Ceklek, the door has opened which turns out there is a mama with Dio standing behind her.

"What's wrong with your head? To the point that you forget your own husband. Why the heart to let Dio outside, because your room is locked from the inside.

"Sorry, Ma. Forgetfulness," Mringislah this face due to embarrassment.

"Couple .. forgetfulness! Though only a few hours you were standing in the guarantee. Hadeh, young do not be kept senile. Be there at rest, or just want to go straight away. Let Mama quickly hold a grandchild," said he who made me ashamed not to fall in front of Dio.

Spontaneous straight forward legs a little, to pull Dio's arm to immediately enter the room, for fear of the same chirping Mama who increasingly talk to me everywhere. If he had talked, he would not have talked. If not the most intelligent person. Which is more embarrassing, if left still in front of our room.

"Yes, we'll rest first, Ma. Don't bother us, huust ... husssst!" expirku.

"You ... You, dare ngusir Mama!" lamented him.

"Hehehe, yes, Ma. We want bobs. He said he wanted a grandson. So let us make it with a direct ten, how about?" Replacement ledekku.

"Hadeh, not that much either. I want to make this house a football field. How would you care for it, if so much? There's Mama's gonna be more slouch, because the waist continues to hold." He thinks too far.

"Well, the word was about grandchildren. Now think to yourself, yes! We want to rest. Bye."

Braaak, I closed the door strongly because I was upset over what Mama said just now. The immediate steps went away from Dio, who was probably still dumbfounded, when there was a sense of disbelief in the words of his father-in-law just now.

"Hey, Dilla. Mama's not done talking!" he shouted from outside the room.

Act indifferent when busy yourself reading magazines. Shout Mama I let. Lazy and increasingly make emotions only if it continues to be served. People like that are immediately left alone, so as not to widen and extend the story