Married Bocil

CHAPTER 16

“Now the?”

“Iya! S-ka-rang! Cepaaat!” Umpatku annoyed.

“Yes, yes jeez Dj. Don't be fierce, dear dong, I'm so afraid nih.”

“Biarin, you've been steadily getting out of there."

“Iya, sorry. But kiss me first.” Basic bucin.

“But later promise? I'm known to your Mama.”

“Iya darling, later tonight huh? Your condition is still this way. I don't want you to be on the road.”

“Iya. Yaudah there quickly buy his rujak.”

“Cium where?”

CUPS

Almost every day always ask to be kissed, why? If not kissed a day. It was just his brain that was guni. Bring a man's desire. Not all men seem to.

I went out to buy the food I asked for. Rukak mango fruit young. I can't wait to eat it. My stomach has also started to eat now, it is not so nauseous anymore. But still, I don't want to eat rice.

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After half an hour later, Bara came with some food and also the order I requested. By the way, he bought so much food. Didn't I just ask for fruit?

“You bought a lot of food, Bar? I only ask for fruit.”

“Yes, this is for me and brother too. I'm afraid that brother laper suddenly keeps no more food.”

“But I'm not that much also Bar eat.”

“Hehehe, I want to eat a lot kak.” Said while grinning.

I mean, I think he ate that much. Portion for three people size. Jesus, Bara!

“Yaudah, where are the fruits?” I asked.

Bara handed him a plastic bag containing mango fruit rujak along with its nut sambal. Duh delicious. Uh, what else is this? The fruit is mixed apparently. Ah come on, it's okay. What matters is that there is a young mango.

When I was eating his tongue, Bara suddenly approached me. Huh, just disturb him.

“Kak.”

“Hm."

“For dong rujak fruit. Hehehe.” What’s? For? Just yummy.

“Neg. This is mine, Bar.” Refused.

“Slightly my brother, yes? Can you please, baby? Please!” Pushy.

Tumben really he wants to eat rujak too. I don't want to share. But, yeah, that's it. I feel sorry to see it too.

“Yaudah, nih.”

“Sapin.” Whimpering.

Be given, ask to be bribed. Duh gustiii!

“Manja bang you.” I said while bribing him.

“Iya, I am spoiled.” Very honest son.

“I should be spoiled just like you, Bar. It's not me who spoils you.”

I know he would do that, right.

“Eh, not yet. I'm not in the mood to make love.”

“She asked to be pampered?”

“Ya is also not dong, Bar.”

“Huh, I'm so happy, brother. Uh, brother why don't you wear his shirt?”

Suddenly he asked about the clothes lacking the material again. Hadeuh, hot me.

“It has to be that right now? I'm using her.”

“That's it, I'm here. Come pack kak.”

“Hmmm.” I muttered while thinking for a while to look for reasons not to wear it.

“Do you want me to use it? How?”

Fucking squid.

“Iya yesampun.” Tuturku.

“That's it dong, brother. I'm getting more excited right.” He said while raising both eyebrows.

Fucking crocodiles. Be careful if I am made can not walk because of him. I won't wear that dirty shirt again. Huh!

I also took one of the clothes that my favorite color, lilac color. And straight into the bathroom.

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I looked up after wearing that illegal outfit. How thin and transparent this shirt is. Where his arm was made look sticky anyway. What kind of clothes is this? Keep down only until the thighs are long. If you wear this shirt every day, I can be preyed upon the same guni that leak.

Oh my God, I want to go home this way. This is so, if you have a husband. Little arranged his life. I don't feel free. Although Bara is not a bad man. I honestly admit she's very nice.

Chequelek

I turned the bathroom door knob, and how surprised I was. I was standing in front of the bathroom door. I'm tired, Bar. Astagfirullah. Not sins, right? If I insist on refusing it when invited to make love. I'mtired. I'm tired of having a booty husband. Are adult men like this too? Uh, I was so afraid to imagine Bara being a grown man.

“Duh My Wife.” Suddenly said.

“What?! Move aside! I want a break, tired.” I pushed him from before me. Instead, he brought his body closer.

“Sister forgot his promise yes?”

“What promise?”

“Promise when you eat rujak, we will make love.” His words made me unable to pucker anymore.

If you have a husband, every day should be so why?

I had to consult a doctor, so he changed not to ask me to make love every day. Maybe his brain was whiny again, or he had an accident, because of that he became thinking guni continues every day. I've been running into the distance.

“You why the hell, Bar?” Just pissed.

“I why?”

“You every day the user is so mulu.”

“Can I once said sister. What is the name of a man's desire is so.” Your base is guni.

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