Last Night with Sister-in-law

Last Night with Sister-in-law
Hold back



A hot kiss is created immediately. Not just lustful kisses, but longing kisses, affectionate kisses, kisses that imply deep meaning. Their first meeting after being separated for so long made the two spew a longing that had felt like they were going to explode.


Their kisses are deep too. Melisa closed both her eyes so enjoying the sense that she had a hard time expressing with words. A feeling that makes his mind churn. The sense that made his passion really rise suddenly, as well as his passion that had been quietly residing in his soul. However ...


"Enough, Mas," said Melisa, suddenly releasing the link of her lips, her breath was stingy staring at the face of Mahesa.


"Why, baby?" mahesa asked frowning.


"Don't repeat the mistake 2 times. We can't do it, I'm a widow, I don't want to be looked at cheaply just because I'm a widow."


"Hey! Who said you were cheap? Not at all."


"We still have to hold it until we are perfectly legal to be husband and wife, I hope you understand, Mas."


Mahesa immediately smiled, she was no longer able to understand the turmoil in her soul. His desire was increasingly difficult to control, but somehow the man was relieved by the rejection made by this woman.


Melisa's attitude shows how high her price is as a woman, and she likes it. Although a little disappointed, but his disappointment was only a fraction of % of his admiration for this woman named Melisa.


"Thank you for reminding me, baby. If you hadn't stopped me, I might have completely lost control, Mel" Mahesa said.


The cup!


One kiss landed on Melisa's forehead soft and affectionate. He simply hugged his body which was currently in a state of lying on top of a narrow sofa, making their bodies completely stuck together without the slightest distance.


"Are you disappointed, Mom?" melisa asked, leaning her head on the chest of Mahesa's field now.


"Loved? Of course not. Instead I am more amazed with you, I like your attitude like this. We're all grown-ups, doing things like that is normal, but I'm really happy that you're holding him back and reminding me. Honestly, I am more and more amazed with you, dear," Mahesa replied with a small smile.


"Thank you for understanding, Mom."


Both closed their eyes. They almost fell asleep right then and there, but the sound of the mobile phone shaking instantly made them feel shocked and rise up simultaneously.


"Your phone is shaking, Mas" Melisa added, breaking the distance between them.


Mahesa reached into her pants pocket, stared at the phone screen and picked up the phone.


📞 "Hello, Mom. What's up?" ask Mahesa later.


📞 "Where are you?"


📞 "I'm again in-"


📞 "Back now, your sister is here" said the mother with emphasis.


Tut! Tut! Tut!


The phone connection was immediately cut off. Mahesa rubbed her face rough. It seemed like Darius was doing something by telling his parents about their problems. He has to mentally prepare. A big problem was waiting for him in front.


"Who, Mas?" melisa asked, looking at Mahesa's face.


"Mommy, Mel. Forgive me for not staying here for long, baby. I have to go home soon."


"Is there a problem?"


"What's? Gosh, don't let Mas Darius say a no-no about us, Mas."


"You don't have to worry, I'll sort this out. You're fine at home, take care of our baby. I'll find you a decent home soon."


"Huh?"


"I'm leaving first, Mel. Actually I still miss you, but how else," said Mahesa stood up straight.


Melissa did the same. He hugged the man's body and then kissed his lips briefly. It seems like their journey of love will not be easy to pass.


"You're also careful on the road, Mas. Love you," said Melisa.


"Love you too, eu ... I said goodbye to Navisha first."


Melisa nodded her head then broke down the embrace. Both of them opened the room door and walked over to the baby who is currently still asleep so soundly. Slowly, Mahesa kissed M's cheek to let the baby sleep softly.


"Daddy go home first, son. Daddy promises to come back here, Daddy loves you," whispered Mahesa staring intently at the face of her baby.


* * *


While in a different place. Darius is really good at tongue-licking. He exposed his ex-wife's affair with the kaka to his parents. The man acted as if he was a hurt husband and a betrayed husband.


"You didn't lie, did you? How could Mahesa do that? Approaching your wife until they have all the babies?" ask the mother, it is hard to believe.


"Where might I lie, Mom, Dad. You can ask him directly later. Mommy and Daddy never change, always remember Mahesa even though I am your youngest son!"


"That's not what we mean, Darius. It's just, it doesn't make sense. Can't your brother do that? When do they have time to cheat? Mahesa spent 3 years in America. He even just came back yesterday from there," the mother said later.


"Always, always, always! Mommy always defends him compared to me. Don't make the pain of Mahesa an excuse! Mahesa's sister isn't as innocent as you think, my God! How else should I explain it to you!" Darius was getting upset.


"He told us himself that he wasn't a normal man."


"Huh? Ahahaha! It's all lies, lies. You just believe what your favorite son said, huh?" Darius raised his voice.


"What Darius said is all right, Mom, Dad. I'm a normal guy. I also love Melisa, my sister is not able to treat her well. He even had a kebo with another woman. Betraying Melisa by having an affair with another woman for 3 years. So, it was only natural that Melisa ended up feeling disappointed and preferred me over her!" suddenly Mahesa's voice came, she entered the house with a face full of confidence.


Of course, it made both of their parents feel confused for him. Whose words are right? The words of the eldest son, or the words of their youngest son? Both their father and mother instantly rubbed their rough faces, feeling puzzled.


Darius who had indeed endured his regret, from since he was still in the courthouse immediately got up and approached the brother. A second later ...


Bukhara ...


Plaque ...


Bruk ...


Fighting is also inevitable.


SERIATE


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