Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

My clothes are wet

" Ha?? " Paris was so shocked that he stopped his steps and his body froze.

" Do you also have a habit of changing clothes in the room? And have you also forgotten that tonight you are not alone in the room? " tanya Agam while holding back his laughter saw Paris frozen.

" Ka - you... Elo from where? Se - since when was Lo there? " say Paris stamped. He further tightened his grip on the end of the towel he had tucked into his chest.

" Since then. "

" Tap - but gu - I don't see lo. "

" I was on the balcony, " replied Agam casually as he continued to walk closer to Paris.

Seeing Agam who kept approaching her, Paris hurriedly turned her body and went into the bathroom again. Agam chuckled at his wife's behavior.

Tok ... tok ... Knock on the bathroom door.

" Don't stay in the bathroom long. Later you can catch a cold. "said Agam while holding back his laughter.

There is no word from the bathroom. Then he walked towards the bed. He sat on the side of the bed with his back resting on the head of the bed. He pulled out his phone and opened the game app to erase his memory of his wife's condition using only a towel that wrapped around her body from chest to thigh. The scenery is quite cold but as much as possible he behaved indifferently.

Chequek. After a while, the bathroom door opened slightly from the inside. He raised his head for a moment. Paris looked a little head out.

" Ag - Agam." he called her shrewd.

" hm. " Agam deliberately acted indifferently.

" Can I minjem what shirt lo big shirt? " ask Paris quietly with an imploring look.

" What do you want to do? " ask Agam without looking at Paris. Because Agam believes that at this time, the condition of Paris is still the same as before. I don't want to get any further into imagination.

" Make me wear it. My clothes are wet. With the water, "he replied slowly.

" Yes, just change clothes. Why would I even wear my shirt? "

" I didn't bring a change of clothes, "creepy Paris was upset.

" A CK. Who told you not to buy clothes. "

" A CK. Why waste money in vain. "defa Paris.

" Yes, if your clothes get wet, it's your fault. Then you have used the towel earlier. "sahut Agam still pretended to be ignorant.

" I borrowed Lo's shirt. Cook it, I'll just use a towel all night. So, tomorrow I wear what dong? My clothes aren't necessarily dry tomorrow. "

" It doesn't matter if you wear a towel. Keep sleeping. Wear blankets. So it is not cold. "said Agam. The man was still pretending to be busy with his phone. He did nothing with his cell phone.

Paris became very upset with Agam's attitude. Finally, he opened the bathroom door wide and closed it back up pretty tight.

' We'll see. Who will hold if I wear a towel like gini. If until he dared to mess around, I stayed broken tuh emprit.' murmured Paris in the heart while glancing cynically towards Agam who still looks busy with his cellphone.

" Beware... I want to sleep " said Paris ketus while pulling the blanket sat by Agam. Automatically made Agam turn towards him.

Agam swallowed his saliva with difficulty as he looked towards Paris, but he was precisely presented with a view that made his world look good. The position of Paris' body slightly bent because it was about to take the blanket, and the position of the towel that seemed to have somewhat degenerated from its original position, made Agam see clearly the half d*da the wife.

' Shit. Intentions want to digerjain, even if I myself hit the stone gini. ' the curse of Agam in the heart.

' Halal is halal. But if I think I'm also bothered. Just a few times, ' he continued.

" Ni, wear. " Agam gave the shirt to Paris. " Can catch your wind later if only use a towel" he continued reasoned.

Paris received the shirt with a faint smile. At last he felt he was the one who won.

" Have an************ whose size is small? But don't be elo-defense " said Paris.

" I have only my size. If you make your size does not exist. "

" No, no pa-pa. From me not using ****** *****. Entar even make you mupeng. "sahut Paris.

Without answering, Agam again walked up to the closet and picked up a new one.

" odd. "

" Thank you" said Paris. " From the cake. "he muttered as he passed to the bathroom.

Out of the bathroom, Paris did not find Agam in the room.

" Where are the kids? " murm Paris while researching around the room to the balcony of the room. But Agam was not there.

" Hoaaammmmhaha... Sleepy me. " said Paris. He felt very sleepy and tired. But his eyes went back around.

" Loh, the feeling used to be there was a sofa there. How is there no now? Where's Sofanya? " say Paris is a monologue.

" If there's no couch there, where do you sleep? " he said back. " Oh, what a fool he's going to sleep in. Sleepy me. "he continued and immediately went up to the bed. He put his body in a blanket and covered his body to the neck. Paris does not want to see it until you see it without wearing a br* and ********* that is great. Even Paris should recognize********** belongs to Agam so as not to sag.

No need to wait long, Paris has fallen asleep to the dream world. Half an hour after Paris fell asleep, Agam entered the room with two paper bags in his hand.

" Well, it's too late" said Agam when he saw his wife was sound asleep while lying face down. Glam put the paper bag on his study table . He took off the jacket that was attached to his body. Now he only wears his press body shirt and shorts. Agam who felt his body was also tired and sleepy, immediately approached the bed.

As she was about to reveal the blanket, Paris squirmed and changed her sleeping position to be on her back. The blanket he used to cover his body had already slumped.

Agitatedly bought his eyes when he accidentally looked towards the body of Paris. To the chest more precisely.

" Oh my God... What other trials are these? " erang Agam. " Why did she even let her chest look so defiant??? " continued Agam. Now the lower part of his body stiffened for a moment. If you do not think about the bad things that could have happened to him, it can be sure Agam will immediately pounce on his wife.

Big chest size for a girl of Paris age. Maybe it is the gene factor of the Daddy who is really a Caucasian. Get in the blanket. Then get rid of Paris' hand that was on the pillow she was about to wear.

Agam laid his body and tried to close his eyes. I don't know how long he's been trying to sleep. His eyes want to open again. It seemed like Agam's eyes were curious about something. Hands too.

Slowly, Agam tilted his body and his eyes stared at something. He recalled the incident a few days ago when he accidentally saw a pair of students who were mixing love in the back of the campus building. Agam saw they were kissing friendly while the hand of the man who could not stand still. The man's hand went everywhere. Agam saw the man's hand was inside the student's shirt and it was like squeezing something there.

That memory makes Agam's soul struggling. Slowly he stretched out his hand to grab something. But when it was near, the hand stopped in mid-air.

" Agaama.... Don't be your brengs*k man. If the time comes, you can feel it. But not now. Or everything will get messy " murmured Agam warned himself.

He then pulled back his hand and stretched his body. He let out a rough sigh while rubbing his face rough.

" Athaghfirullahhal'adzim.

Just now Agam was about to close his eyes, suddenly his hand was pulled by Paris.

" Mother, kelonin. "paris whine in his sleep.

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