Married to Mr. Duda

The mouth of Riska and Aqila

...~Happy Reading~...

"Yes, your face is very high. You're gapapa, aren't you?" ask Riska who has since looked at Nasya who looks so moody.

"I'm gapapa, just a little dizzy. Because of the semalem stay up late like," said Nasha weak, then he leaned his head on the table.

"Sometimes mulu, want to go after the target?" chirp Aqila who arrived immediately got a gift in the form of a drinking bottle that floated to his head.

Dugm!

"It hurts!" aqila exclaimed instantly rubbing her head, "My fault where are you trying?"

"But I agree with Aqila. Sya, is your husband like a bringas that yes until you like to exhaustion really? But naturally, he must have been a long time widower, and once young leaves are still fresh. Duh, definitely emmttt—"

Nasya quickly silenced Risma's mouth which turned out to be much more Los Dol than Aqila.

"I swear, you two have no brakes!" cetus Nasya while giving a sharp look at his two friends.

"Eat him the story. You are mah diem anyway, the face is already so shoots still just don't want a story. How can we not think in that direction try?" rich Riska sighed her rudely.

"Yes we are aware of the natural bin of Sya," added Aqila held back her laughter, "Duh Ris, when do we marry? my brain has started to be crazy this shadow Nasya the same as his Duda sir."

"Alqilaaaaaa!" nasha's screams that held the shame. Then without excuse he immediately got up and left his two friends.

"Hahaha, uh Shay wait!" exclaiming Riska and Aqila who were still laughing and chasing after Nasya.

Nasya was so upset because his two best friends wanted him to tell a story. However, he had not been able to tell the story even in guessing mangosteen fruit with a diversion of conversation not far from the bed area.

Although it cannot be denied that Nasya is also sometimes overwhelmed to face her husband in bed. However, his pale face and his staying up late it was not because he was at war with Adnan, but because all night he cried under the shower.

"It sucks!" cetus Nasya snorted, and when he reached the parking lot. How surprised he was when he saw someone who he had been thinking about now was next to his car.

"The longevity of your husband is Shay, hihihi," Riska chuckled.

"Darling!" Adnan immediately walked up to Nasya with a smile on his face.

"Kok mas Adnan here? what kid's son?" nasha asked frowned.

"Why do you have to keep asking kids?" said Adnan sighing heavily, "I'll pick you up."

"Ngapain pick up? did Nasha bring her own car?" nasha was confused.

"I want to take you somewhere" said Adnan and immediately took Nasya's hand.

"Ciee already Yes, there's a Friday night's dinner mall," said Riska pushed Nasya's shoulder slightly.

"Well, Duda sir, uh Mr. Adnan I mean. After dinner do not invite back home, invite to stop by at emmmmtthhh—" Again and again Nasya quickly silenced Riska's mouth with his hands.

He stared intently at his best friend's face to stop chattering.

"La, you take your friends home. He had to take medicine before his madness got worse!" the word Nasya gave the code to Aqila.

"Damn it! I'm crazy!" riska exclaimed in annoyance when Nasya had already released his hand from Riska's mouth.

"Oh yeah, we went back first. Don't forget tomorrow morning Sya," said Aqila to say goodbye, "Oh yes, Mr. Adnan will be slow and not for long, pity Nasya again sick!" added Aqila before he finally let out his thousand shadow stance along with Riska, which is running.

"Aqilaaaaaaaa!" nasya screams with breath up and down staring at his friend who had run far enough, but occasionally still staring at Nasya and Adnan with a satisfied laugh.

...~To be continue... ...

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