
After dinner together, Nabila met yoga in her room. Yoga is reading a book about the law.
Tok.dok... “What is mba When can I enter?” Nabila's voice sounded from behind the door.
“Log in mba, unlocked.”
Nabila entered by carrying 2 paperbags with the words Vans and Nike. Then he put the paperbag in the Yoga bed. “This is buying shoes for you.”
Yoga eyes instantly sparkle. Yoga quickly grabbed the paperbag that was lying on his bed. “This is the latest Nike output, must be expensive yes mbak?”
“Indeed why expensive?”
“Yes I'm not good mbak.” Answer Yoga nyengir.
“Halah, style. Your pocket money is still not?”
“Still mbak, which from mbak Nabila still. And I was given an ATM card as well as Adam.”
“Iya to, yaudah in gunain aja. You don't have to be too frugal. Now you live with me and Adam, not your stepmother anymore. If you want to buy what you want, buy it. What Adam loved for you is yours.” Nabila said, he sat on the edge of the bed Yoga noticed Yoga was trying on his shoes.
“Iya mbak, but Yoga kak should also know themselves mbak. Not even ngabisin mas Adam want.”
Unknowingly in the doorway Adam was standing watching his wife and adopted sister. “Yes if you want to know yourself, you have to study diligently Ga, prove to Mbak and your mas if you can become a lawyer as you dream.” Adam walked into the Yoga room, and sat down next to Nabila.
“Eh.. If that is for sure mas, mas Adam same mbak If calm down I can certainly be a great lawyer.” Yoga with confidence.
“Mbak believe in you, yes already mbak same mas you return to the room first.” Nabila asked her husband to leave the Yoga room.
“Still for his shoes mbak.”
“Sama-sama Ga.”
Adam and Nabila returned to his room. “Honey, I'm not in buyin?”
“There is, nih.” Nabila handed a book to Adam. The book contains clues about the readiness to be a father.
“You want me to read this?”
Nabila. “Should be read to completion, cannot be skipped!”
“Iya my dear, yes.” Adam pulled Nabila closer, he looked at his wife's lips, Adam's hand touching Nabila's cheek gently. “Cup.” Adam kissed Nabila's lips.
Adam always felt anxious at Nabila, Nabila was always surprised when Adam suddenly kissed his lips even though he had often done that. Adam also began to kiss Nabila's lips, he*l*m*t Nabila's lips very savagely. His left hand held the back of Nabila's neck so that Nabila remained in his kiss. Adam's right hand began to guerrilla, his hand infiltrated into Nabila's pajamas, looking for a mound in Nabila's chest, while his lips and Nabila were still interlocked. For a long time Adam played with his hands on Nabila's chest, until when Nabila almost out of breath, Adam released his kiss. Adam switched on the nape of Nabila's neck, me*j**ati made some marks there. As Adam's game grew hotter and wild, the two of them finally did what they were supposed to do at the time.
In the morning Nabila woke up at half 5, he immediately shampooed and prayed at dawn. While Adam still sleeps with a plain body without a piece of clothing was only wrapped in a blanket. Nabila put the bolster next to Adam as his replacement. Adam seemed to be hugging tightly. “Last night it was outrageous we did it. Mas Adam did not want to stop at all, I was tired.” Nabila Gerrutu.
Yes last night Adam did it many times, until Nabila almost helplessly made it. Maybe Adam misses Nabila too much, he has not fondled his wife for a few days.
“Again, Bi.” Sapa Nabila on Bi Sumi and Bi Ijah who are busy making breakfast in the kitchen.
“Morning too, Non. What is sleep soundly non?”
“Lumayan, Bi. Bi today Nabila want to porridge beans Ijo yaa, but use sugar Java yes do not sugar sand.”
“Ready, Non.” Bi Ijah immediately looked for supplies of Ijo beans, then Bi Ijah boiled Ijo's beans.
“Mas, you were a little rough tau. Not worried about me?” Nabila protested against the less gentle Adam while stroking his flat stomach.
Adam had just finished buttoning his shirt, he immediately approached Nabila stroking Nabila's stomach. “Sorry, Sorry dad yes deck. I'll be more careful again.” Adam said softly, he turned to squatting and kissed Nabila's stomach.
“Iyaa, dad. Adek Maafin.” Nabila replied in a voice like a child.
Adam stood back on par with Nabila. “Sorry yes dear. Next time you snot in me, if I'm too rough playing.”
“Yes, mas gak papa.”
“You know baby, I always couldn't control myself when I touched you.” Adam hugged Nabila and showered Nabila's face with a friendly kiss.
“Already.. Start again.” Nabila stopped the anxious Adam from kissing her earlier. Then he put Adam's tie on and took Adam out for breakfast.
At the dinner table there is already Yoga who is enjoying his own homemade toast. While there is Bi Sumi next to Yoga is preparing provisions for Yoga.
“Ga, you are not ashamed of the same thing?” Adam just landed his body in a chair.
“No, why ashamed. Bring supplies even guaranteed cleanliness and taste.”
Nabila brought rice and side dishes for Adam. And poured a glass of white milk.
“No need for that, I don't want to drink Bil's milk. Not good.” Adam cursed when he found out his wife was pouring milk into a glass.
“Why?Do you like white milk?”
“No longer like it, the smell?”
Nabila and Yoga looked at each other. White milk smells where it smells, just weird Adam thought Nabila. “Good.” Nabila replaced the white milk with a cup of warm tea.
“Ga, just in the rainy season you bring a car to his school.”
“There is a mantol coke mbak.”
“You never want to bring a car why Ga?In the past, the time in the anter pack Slamet often dropped at the crossroads, right?” Ask Nabila.
“Kak mbak When you already know the reason.” Yoga did tell Nabila did not want to bring an expensive vehicle for fear of being used by his friends. During this time Yoga friends only know Yoga children raised by a simple family. Because Yoga Salalu went to school with a scooter owned by Nabila or klx owned by Adam.
“Later to buy you, a cheap sedan. You go to school, take it. The important thing is safe rain.”
“No, I disagree. If the sedan will fit flooded, mending jeep only. Safe when flood!”
Yoga looked at Adam deeply, he wanted Adam to help him resist Nabila's desire to buy jeeps.
“Honey, our home region and Yoga school are flood free. Did you forget?”
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