Love 150 Cm.

51. THIS IS MY DONUT NOT YOURS

So don't talk much, and I'll do it slowly." Abian who feels careless to Tasya, because it feels if everything takes up the time.

Grep.

Immediately Abian immediately devoured the donuts belonging to Tasya. It was no longer the words that were given to him. Now, in the spacious room and accompanied by a dimly lit lamp. Abian can only listen to sweet words like sugar and honey.

What is certain is that whatever game is played, it is enough that they both know. What is certain for now is that Tasya sudakh is not original because of the doughnuts, just tasted by Abian.

Next morning. The middle spatter soaked the earth, as well as a witness to their unification last night.

"Dear Morning," Abian told Tasya, Tasya did not respond to Abian's words at all because this morning he was very upset.

"It's all because you know it, no" Tasya said with a pouting face.

"Why are you angry anyway, what dream is it?

Plaque.

Not answering Tasya just pat Abian on the shoulder.

Gawd.

"You tortured me early in the morning, what's wrong. What a grudge do you have with me" Abian told Tasya. With a confused face Bian really did not understand if Tasya was angry.

"You ask what you ask. The husband's base is annoying, "Tasya grumbled at Abian, and it made the man even more confused by Tasya's attitude.

"You hurt my donut" Tasya protested and Abian rounded his eyes and a second later the man laughed.

"Shut up, and don't laugh." Hearing the snaps from Tasya Abian immediately fell silent because if it had been this way, there was him who was swallowed raw.

Moments later.

Huaaaaa.

"Sick," cried Tasya because he could not get up.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't make me panic dong." Tasya who kept shouting made Abian distraught because he did not know what was sick.

"Cup ... Pt ... Don't cry dong, later I buy marsha balloons yes." Not silence, Tasya is becoming more and more.

"Oh, this is how it is. I don't understand if you don't talk" said Abian, who saw Tasya crying.

"It looks like I have to call my mom" Abian said, and Tasya tightened her cries.

"I'm nina bobokin ya. As long as you shut up, don't sing you, me."

Pluks.

Bukh.

Pluks.

Tasya beat Abian so brutally because her husband was so insensitive, and did not ask why she was crying and why.

"Oh, stop dong. It hurts so much" Abian said, urging Tasya to stop beating him.

"Some of you are yes, so men are insensitive and have no feelings. You ruined my donut but you're also irresponsible." At once Abian realized, if what his wife meant was his donut. Which is located below.

"Why did I just realize yes" Abian said in his heart and completely unthinkable about it, because it was so delicious. Without caring for the wife who is now in pain.

"Wait here" Bian told Tasya.

A spring of Abian went straight into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Then choose warm water, and put it in the bathtub.

Not long after. After the water was full, Abian came out.

"Let me carry you" Abian said. Then slowly Bian raised the body of the wife.

"Don't you feel heavy?" tanya Tasya who immediately did not carelessly because he felt it was not ignored.

"Of course not. Don't think that I'm short, then I can't carry you." Without moving towards Tasya. Abian spoke and immediately took her into the bathroom.

"Have a bath, my doughnuts will recover soon."

"Since now." Answer Abian.

"But I have it" said Tasya not to lose.

"Yes it's yours, but I eat it. So, who's it?"

"Yes, yes it's mine because I have it." Tasya replied with a slight confusion as she replied.

Now take a shower, what I should bathe you too." Abian's words made Tasya immediately round his eyes, wide.

"I don't need your help, now get out because I want to soak. Out!" Abian was pushed by Tasya. In order to get out soon, because to be honest he was very embarrassed. Even though last night did duren.

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The days that Tasya and Abian spent were no problem. They have now become real husband and wife.

It didn't feel like their household trip had been a year. Although there are also Tasya friends who always make a rowdy. Just because Abian, the husband of Tasya is very short and some are scorning him, because according to them between Tasya and Abian, not parallel. Although Abian caste is superior.

Morning time. When Tasya was about to cook, but felt nauseous in his stomach and he immediately ran towards the sink.

Hueks.

Hueks.

"Darling, why are you?" asked Abian when he saw the wife nausea.

Hueks.

Hueks.

Again, Tasya vomited but absolutely nothing was taken out.

Abian painstakingly massaged the nape of Tasya's neck and his other hand gently rubbed his back.

"Is it better?" Abian asked Tasya again.

"It's better, Mom. Maybe I catch a cold again" Tasya replied. However, when Abian glanced at the wife's face. It was obvious that the face was very pale.

"Mas, make some tea, yeah." Abian also directly offers warm tea so that Tasya's stomach is a little delicious.

"By, Mas." Answer Tasya.

"You go to the room only" Abian told Tasya because he could not bear if Tasya's kitchen work also had to be cleaned up.

Not long after, the tea to be given by Tasya has been made and just deliver it in the room. However, when Abian steps just two terms. There was a bell coming from the front.

"Who is disturbing. It's only seven o'clock, too" grumbled Abian. Even so he also walked forward to see someone who was pressing the bell.

While outside. Someone was waiting for the master to open the gate of his house, but no one came out yet.

While waiting for the man to take out a pack of cigarettes, and take out one stick. Not forgetting that he turned it on.

"What most rich people are like. What a bitch," murmured the man who nearly finished half the cigarette he had on his hand now.

From a distance the man who was standing at the gate was like a beggar. Seeing Abian's figure. Then with a smile that expands the man instantly.

Teeeted.

Teeeted.

Teeeted.

"Woy. Damage my bell later if you make toys!" shouts Abian who heard his guest playing his bell.

Teeeted.

Teeeted.

"You! Fucking fuckin."