Marrying Princess Jin
#28
Johani gave a long sigh. He was still trying to normalize his heartbeat. He should stay calm in his place. No need to be curious and go sneak peeking at what really happened. Free. He will see nothing because Adinullah has turned off the lighting in the room.
Johani's eyes moved here and there. No sound of anything was heard. Just crickets and night-time squeaks. Occasional sounds of owls stomping.
Johani gave her both feet a soft chat. As much as possible, no sound could be heard from every movement of his body. The blanket next to her was then held slowly over her body. Leaning against the pile of wood, he tried to close his eyes.
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With his back straightened and chest puffed up, Adinullah was like a night ruler, looking valiantly in control of a huge black horse that flew through the dark of the night over the dense jungle. Lightning snatching. The sky is still dark. Wind roaring. The black horse carried Adinullah to the top of Bako Tinggi.
In an instant, the atmosphere suddenly changed when the horse that Adinullah was riding was at the top of the hill. The atmosphere that was pitch-black and what was seen was the tops of trees like a ghost tower, instantly turned bright. The sight he had seen for the first time was now seen again. He was unceasingly shaking. A different world.
The black horse slowly slowed down the flapping of its wings. After circling around in such an infinite space, it slid down and climbed back up quickly.
Adinullah smiled. He saw a tall building like endless and hidden behind the clouds. His eyes went to and fro looking at some of the balconies from the building. He began to recognize her. A smiling beautiful woman greeted him in front of the balcony waving her hand.
"Zabarjad" said Adinullah. His thunderous roar shook his entire joints. He felt he could no longer bear it. Before the dark horse was actually perched on the side of the balcony, Adinullah jumped up and immediately hugged Zabarjad. Adinullah is like a dog that has long missed its master. Savagely, he began licking Zabarjad's entire body. Unstoppable.*******Breath Zabarjad further makes it violent. Zabarjad's body was then carried into the room.
Adinullah slowly removed Zabarjad's body on the bed. He was amazed to see the atmosphere in the room that looked different from what he had seen before. Inside the room were four new beds. Shimmering with a variety of jewelry. On the four beds, sitting half-laying four beautiful women with half-open bodies. The smile on their lips fluttered furiously towards Adinullah.
Adinullah looked at Zabarjad. Zabarjad just smiled. He got up and got off the bed. He approached Adinullah and hugged him.
"Who are they, my wife. Why are they in our room?" adinullah asked with a trembling voice. Zabarjad's body and charm are more than enough to make him feel the extraordinary sensation. Seeing Zabarjad is equivalent to the enjoyment of a human being when having sex with their wives. And now he is faced with five beautiful women at once, whose charm is no less than Zabarjad.
"They are also your wives, my husband," Zabarjad replied. Adinullah frowned. His gaze was fixed to Zabarjad's eyes, asking for an explanation.
"The noble promise to his servants who obey his command is never denied. These women are the incarnations of your efforts that have led people to our path" Zabarjad said. Adinullah. He's starting to understand. There were four people he managed to influence to come with him. And it was worth the reply he saw directly in front of him. Adinullah looked back at Zabarjad.
"Aren't you mad I have another wife?" Adinullah. Zabarjad smiles. He beckoned to four beautiful women who were lying defiantly in their respective beds. The four then went down slowly. Immediately, the clothes they were wearing were detached from their bodies so as not to leave a single piece. The four approached. Adinullah's body was then glorified so that Adinullah only looked up.
"So the angels won't bully each other. They've been waiting for you for a long time. They were just jealous and angry at your disobedient wife" Zabarjad said.
"She's not my wife anymore. She's already divorced. I already have you and I don't need him anymore" Adinullah said.
"Why are you asking my son?" Adinullah asked back.
"I want him to be your successor. We'll educate him from childhood. Later, you will not bother anymore to get your high position. Your son will be your charity. You just sit back and enjoy whatever you want here with us. Even your enjoyment will continue to grow" said Zabarjad. Adinullah smiled nodding his head. His nose snorted as if he was smelling the body odor of the five women who started to wander his body. Adinullah's body was then pushed into the bed. One by one the clothes attached to Adinullah's body they were released. They seem to already know what their respective roles are to give pleasure to Adinullah in bed. Adinullah was writhing, pounding and his white eyeballs were hinting that he was currently truly feeling peerless pleasure.
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Right Iandak adzan isya', the car that was boarded by Mr. Mas'ud and Mr. Makripudin arrived at the hut pak Mas'ud yard. The atmosphere in the hut yard looked dark when Mr. Mas'ud turned off his car engine. But not long after, Mr. Mukmin, the wife of Mr. Mas'ud came out with a lamp blocked. He just stood in front of the door while watching his surroundings.
"Mom, make us some coffee. Pillows and blankets are also removed. We want to sleep outside tonight" said Mr. Mas'ud.
"Loh, it's just outside. Whose father is the same?" asked Mukmin while frowning his forehead towards Mas'ud sir who was sitting with Pak Makripudin in the small gazebo next to the house.
"I, Mom. Mr. Makripudin," said Mr. Makripudin.
"Good God, sorry, sir. It's dark, you can't see the Father" said Ms. Mukmin. He then stepped into the place of Mr. Mas'ud and Mr. Makripudin. Puddles of water and muddy soil left over by heavy rain a few hours ago, making Mukmin's mother very careful.
"Tumben Pak Makripudinnya come alone. Master Teacher isn't coming?" mukmin said after shaking hands with Mr. Makripudin.
"God willing, he will come. There are a few things that must be resolved, he said" replied Mr. Makripudin.
"I'm sorry, but I have to get the lights inside. I want to cook some water" said Mukmin.
"Oh yeah, please, Mom."
Ms. Mukmin immediately stepped back into her hut. Mr. Mas'ud took the mat next to him to sit down and held it near Mr. Makripudin.
The night is late. After finishing a cup of coffee served by Mukmin, Pak Makripudin and Pak Mas'ud decided to take a break.
The coldness of the night accompanied by drizzling began to fall, making the two curled up in their respective blankets. Dark and gripping atmosphere.
