Grandpa's Choice Man

Trowel

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Tiara who was making her bed was startled by the vibration of Rama's cell phone lying on the nightstand. There was a call coming from Nafisa. Tiara let it go because she remembered Rama's advice not to tinker with her phone. In addition, she was also lazy to lift it because she was not interested in chatting with her husband's former boyfriend.

Rama also entered the room still complete with sarongs that are still used neatly and prayer folds that are slung on the shoulder. It was so soothing to see her husband starting to move his heart to pray. It was as if her husband had become ten times more handsome than usual.

"Abang, your phone is very noisy from earlier. There seems to be an important call because it vibrates many times" said Tiara, sitting on the sofa with her eyes out the window beside her.

"From who? Bayu?" rama asked just a glance at his mobile phone which started to shake and flicker again.

Rama immediately received the call and deliberately hardened his voice so that Tiara would listen. He sat on the bed with his cell phone still on the nightstand.

"Assalamualaikum, Ram," said Nafisa from across the phone.

"Vaalaikumsalam. What's up, Na?" rama asked the point because he had seen the change in expression of his wife who declared war.

"eeeeee... This is related to my treatment," replied Nafisa sounding condescending.

"Yes how?" rama is calm.

"Can I go on medication in Semarang to stay close to my parents? I had consulted my doctor before and he allowed the origin of diligent control," asked Nafisa hesitantly saying it.

"Whatever. Take it anywhere that makes you comfortable. Later give me contact hospital of your choice so that I can take care of it immediately and you can immediately seek treatment," replied Rama did not want to linger let the wife who had begun to smoke her head.

"Thank you, Rama. You were so kind to me. I am deeply indebted," Nafisa said meaningfully.

"Yes, I'm just helping out the best I can. After all, there is no such thing as a debt of gratitude to help a friend who is in trouble," said Rama continued to look at his wife who had now turned her face and chose to look out the dark window.

"alright. Maybe, I'll finish our conversation this time. Fear, your wife misunderstood our relationship," said Nafisa made Rama frown.

Hearing Nafisa's strange-sounding words, Tiara clenched her hands and ready to float her bogem into her husband's annoying face. I don't know what makes it so beautiful, but it feels so bad to listen to the words of Nafisa who is too sweet for just a friend.

"OK," said Rama briefly and ended the call after saying his greetings.

Realizing Tiara's apparent annoyance, Rama immediately put the phone to its original place. Put the prayer mat in the nightstand drawer, then walk towards Tiara slowly.

"Your husband didn't make this coffee?" rama asked trying to attract Tiara's attention.

Tiara turned around and looked at her husband with an annoyed look. His eyes glared sharply with a fierce face.

"No, Brother. It was noon. Decreasing caffeine is not good for health. Milk is it?" nego that girl is fierce.

"Susu Tiara was willing," chirped Rama so relaxed but managed to make his wife snort fiercely alert.

Tiara directly swooped the fur pillow beside her to cover her chest. Her gaze did not want to be separated from Rama because it did not want to be off guard from the movements of her husband who suddenly flirtatious.

"Why do you connect so easily? That's so adorable. I do not need to bother anymore to teach," said Rama smiled amusedly to see his wife put on a fierce face but his eyes were very frightened.

"You don't want to have to connect so that a perverted brain like you can't fool me. Just be careful if you mess around, let alone arrive..," Thiara threatened a little trepidation.

"Until what?" challenge Rama with a wild look while walking towards his wife who was preparing to receive his attack.

"Until it rapes me," firmly Tiara pretended haughtily to raise her head.

Rama also chuckles a little listening to the words of his wife who really makes his desire to rise.

"Where a husband rapes his wife. Even if such a case does exist, I want to be one of the perpetrators," said Rama began to get sultry in the real sense.

Rama opened one by one the buttons of his shirt. Tiara looked at him as she swallowed the salivary still on guard. Tiara would have thought of various ways to escape if at any time Rama ambushed him.

After being perfectly bare-chested, Rama also released his scabbard making Tiara jumped almost up because the situation was already very dangerous to his birth and mind. Rama was left with only boxer shorts that were a bit loose but showed a mound between the groin that hurt Tiara's eyes.

"Where are you going?" asked Rama who quickly confronted Tiara who was about to disperse because it was very threatened.

"You're making milk for you. Move, Bang. I want to pass by," snapped Tiara more carefully and tried to avoid eye contact with her husband.

"If I want this milk how?" seloroh Rama with a mischievous glance leads to the vital part of the Tiara.

Of course Tiara immediately crossed both hands on the chest to protect her precious assets from the bastard gaze of the husband. The girl also shuffled back to avoid Rama who was very ready to pounce on her at any time. Inwardly, he cursed himself because all the strategies that had been prepared were useless at this crucial time. His brain suddenly stopped functioning.

"Where did your boldness threaten me? It was a stir, now it was like crackers in a vegetable pontoon," satire Rama increasingly managed to go forward to his wife who had silenced a thousand languages.

And again, misfortune befell Tiara. His body was no longer able to retreat because the wall had perched behind him as if working with Rama. The smile of victory was clearly painted on Rama's lips when it had managed to captivate Tiara in his game.

Quickly, Rama slid his palm into Tiara's armpit and lifted it slowly. Fearing a fall, Tiara reflexively wrapped her legs around her husband's stomach and wrapped her hands around his neck. Perfect. Naturally Tiara and Rama were aligned, the opportunity would not be missed Rama. Without further ado, Rama held Tiara tightly in his arms and clenched Tiara's lips slowly but voluptuously.

Tiara had rebelled from the embrace kiss@n Rama but his strength was not enough to fight him. Gradually, Rama's very subtle game was able to bring Tiara to the sensation that made him want to retaliate as well.

Dyyyaaaaarrrr!

Know-how, the door of Tiara's room was opened very wide because it was opened violently by someone. Rama and Tiara also released the pagutan but still pegged with the same body position. The door opener was still silently nailing, even blinking could not. The three of them both gulped bitterly and were still in the process of returning to thinking. Their chests were boisterous by a heart sound similar to that of a drumband.

Why should it be this late? Oh my God, how should I. Tiara's inner cry was very worried about hiding her shy face.

Rama tried as quietly as possible to bring down Tiara who was trembling in her carriage. Then, gently rub the saliva that was wet around his lips.

Damn it. I have to how is this? Maki Rama in heart.