Gala Asmara [Mature From Small ]

Fussy....

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"Well, what trip to the war?" kekeh Gala when one by one all taken from his wife's bag.

"Red, yellow, item, white, blue, purple, pink. Geez! nginep three malem stuffy bring lingerie six gini seeds anyway" Gala's laughter really broke.

Whether what is in the brain of the child slurped, can usually bring so many minimal clothes, Gala also put again the official clothes of the wife and then rushed to the bathroom to clean themselves.

"Ara, baby. You sleeping?" whispered Gala as she climbed onto the king-size ikuran bed in the middle of the room.

"Will be, why?"

"Nothing, want to take a guts test" said Gala by smacking her smile. The man's delicate hand rubbed Ara's round cheeks like a bakpao.

"Ara's tired"

"Yes, Ara diem. I work hard, OK"

"Hem" Ara cleared her throat slowly, she changed the position of her bedding to sleep on her back.

Gala who got the approval was certainly immediately excited, he who did not wear clothes would only just open the Ara drees which fortunately zipper front.

The round and dense mohmoy is the opening dish for Gala who has been burned by a pretty dusty nap su.

He enjoyed the chewy meat alternately left and right, even if so anxious Gala did not hesitate to bite a small pebble at the top that he played with a heart.

"Aw, sick!" peekkik Ara while hitting her husband's shoulder.

"Sleeping cirain"

"You sleep too if you bite me so I must wake up, brother" said Ara upset. He then pushed Gala's chest up the bolster bar to the side.

"What?"

"Sick, you know" whined Ara while stroking her own chest.

"Sorry, I'm gnarled"

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Tired bercinTa makes Ara a little difficult to wake up, but not with Gala who has installed an Alarm so as not to oversleep. He can no longer rely on his wife who now needs much more rest.

"Darling, I'm leaving. You take a shower yourself, OK. Breakfast was already on the table" whispered Gala in his wife's right ear.

Ara squirmed then nodded without opening her eyes. He really still feels sleepy.

"Be careful, and come back quickly. Later do not forget to bring a boiled banana yes" Pinta Ara. He muttered softly until Gala had to think extra.

"You're a dream or what the hell, Ra?"

"Dreams" he said quickly.

Gala laughed, Ara is the color of Gala's life. The beautiful woman gave him so much happiness born a remarkable bathin he could not express even in exchange for all the treasures he had.

After saying good-bye, Gala went straight out of the hotel room to the lobby. There was already Air and Jessy was waiting for him. Gala walked very hastily because she was already fifteen minutes late from the time agreed upon by her and Air.

"Sorry, Uncle. Ala's late." said Gala with a smile of guilt.

"But your wife's okay, right?" tanya Air, he who has known Ara since the baby is certainly affectionate and abundant attention to the woman.

"No, Ara is not fussy, really" said Gala.

"Too fussy Susuin, La" replied the Water while glaring first.

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Uh, not back, huh?