Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

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“Queensha where, Bik?” Right the door opened, not the wife who greeted him as usual, but bik Anah, the housekeeper. Makes Ghani wonder with a frown deep because he thinks that his wife has forgotten the incident earlier this afternoon.

“Just enter the room. Neng Rora, Queensha's sister went to the main room. Does Mr Ghani need anything before I go home?” ask Bik Anah. The middle-aged woman will arrive at exactly eight in the morning and come home at eight in the evening. Since his residence is not far from the Queensha apartment location, he asked to go home for the convenience of both parties.

"Nothing, Bik. My aunt can go home now. For transport money, I will transfer at once for the next month."

Bik Anah smiled widely. He is very happy because he has a loyal employer, not stingy and calculating like Ghani, who always gives more sustenance to him. It's only been a matter of days, but he's been treated well by Ghani and Queensha.

"Good, Sir. Thank you for transferring the fare to my account. If indeed Mr. Ghani does not need anything, I say retreat from before the Father. Let's." Let's." The head bowed respectfully, then passed from before Ghani.

Ghani took a deep breath after removing her shoes and putting her briefcase on the desk. He walked towards the main room, where Queensha was. However, when he opened the door knob, he found that the link was locked from the inside.

“Darling, it's me. Open the door, dong. I'm gonna take a shower and change. My body is very sticky,” said Ghani while knocking on the door several times. However, there was no response from Queensha. The door knob is still locked.

Ghani did not give up, he again knocked on the door and raised his tone. “Darling, did you hear me? Come on, open the door.” Hand-knocking on the door tirelessly, Ghani kept calling out his wife's name.

A few seconds of effort, no answer. Made him sigh deeply and headed back to the living room. Ghani took off the shirt attached to his body and walked to the room next to the kitchen, where the dry, washed clothes were located. Ghani picked up a plain white t-shirt as well as long gym pants and went inside the kitchen bathroom.

Quietly, Queensha came out of the room, she sneaked and eavesdropped towards the kitchen bathroom to hear Ghani's voice. His face was still implied with annoyance mixed with passion that was not also extinguished.

“Aih, I why the hell? See Mas Ghani instantly make my naps grow. Just like a wild beast, you, Sha!” murmured Queensha astonished as she ruffled her hair in annoyance. He kept silent in front of the bathroom door making him unconscious if the water tap had stopped.

"Great, Mas Ghani has finished his bath. I have to get out of here before I get caught!" With a quick run, Queensha went back into the room.

Ghani came out of the bathroom wearing full clothes. She dries her hair with a towel. “Honey, it's night, open the door dong,” shouted Ghani as he walked towards the door of the room. He knocked a few times.

The sound of the door turning made him excited. Slowly, the door opened. Ghani had high hopes if he was allowed in, but again his wish was decided when the handsome face was covered in pillows and blankets.

“Mas Ghani no need to enter a room, to the guest room only there! Tonight, I won't sleep in one bed with you!" Saying words with a sniff makes Ghani stunned made.

Ghani did not answer, but the door was closed again. “Jeez, Babe. You really want me to sleep in the guest room? Don't want me to hug before bed, hem?” ghani asked really convincingly.

For a moment, no answer made him choose to give up and walk into the guest room. Ghani thinks Queensha needs some alone time and he'll persuade her tomorrow morning.

"But, maybe he's really cold himself. This is my fault anyway. Should've just accepted her call to fuck in the hospital. After all, if he's the one who fades for at least a little while, not up to 20 minutes, it's sparse. Stupid, lo, Ghan!" his scolding on himself. Now sorry for refusing the invitation of his beloved wife. If you know this, he must obey what the wife wants.

Without knowing, if it was inside the master room, where Queensha was pacing back and forth with a feeling of uneasiness.

“Basic insensitive men! Persuade cake! Or, alah. Mas Ghani instead resigned and actually slept in the guest room.” While walking back and forth, Queensha grumbled in annoyance. He ordered Ghani to leave the room so that the man could persuade him and apologize. But ... now he lives alone in the spacious room.

Making his brain think of other things, so Queensha can only think negatively about the allegations from Ghani who did not persuade him. Both of Queensha's eyes glazed over. “No! This should not be allowed.”

Then, Queensha rushed out of her room and headed to the guest room. Without knocking or calling, Queensha came in. His behavior made Ghani who had just closed her eyes tiptoed in surprise.

“Honey!" Ghani's tired face turned to beaming at the presence of Queensha. He rushed over and was more and more astonished because in reality, the woman was crying at this moment.

“Don't stay with me!” With tears constantly dripping, Queensha said softly.

Both of Ghani's eyebrows were raised with furrowed eyebrows. “What do you mean? Who wants to leave you, hem?” bewildered.

Instead of answering, Queensha hugged Ghani's body tightly. Not only that, her hands fumbled at the back of the man in her arms so lightly. “You are who else. I don't want you to get away from me, Mas" Queensha said in between sobs.

Ghani smiled faintly at Queensha's behavior like Aurora who, if scolded, would sulk. "Stupid! How could I leave my beautiful and kind wife. Loss if I let go of an angel like you, honey. No more crying, huh?" persuade the man.

The shoulders that moved up and down and the sound of stuffing was no longer heard, indicating that Ghani's efforts were not in vain. Queensha broke down a hug, she looked at her husband's face with a longing look.

“Yes. W-why, Honey?” Ghani's head slightly moved away from Queensha when he felt himself goosebumps at the whisper.

“I want to ask you something. Can I recommend it?” As she drew her face closer to Ghani's neck, Queensha's whispering echoed again.

When Ghani's head just nodded in agreement, Queensha's hand immediately grabbed the man's face to face him. Then, he stuck their lips together so aggressively starting the heat struggle. The two twitched their tongues for a few minutes, until they felt a lack of oxygen, then the kiss stopped.

“You want again, yes?” whispered Ghani with a breath of breath.

Queensha nodded with a glare. Seeing the expression of the wife, ignited passion in Ghani's body. He kissed Queensha's lips again while carrying her body on the bed.

“Let's make love, Baby!" take Ghani with him while laying his wife's body on the bed.

That night, Ghani returned to Queensha. I don't know why their struggle tonight feels so different. Queensha became more adept at satisfying Ghani to make the man with a sharp nose and narrow-eyed was overwhelmed serving his wife's napkin.

Queensha shrieked, pushing back her wacky body with a pink crest hanging everywhere over her husband's body. Not to mention the sound of sighs, rags, and screams of pleasure that woman increasingly amaze Ghani will be the wild side of his wife.

"Go faster, Baby!" ghani exclaimed with encouragement when she found out that she would soon reach clim.

"Of course, dear Kokoku. Get ready because I'm gonna raise the speed." Without waiting long, Queensha actually increased the tempo of their game. So fast that Ghani could not resist swearing violently, feeling the core of his body tightly gripped by the narrow cavity down there.

"Fuck! I .. want ... Ahh!" Ghani's howling sounded so loud, signalling that he had reached the peak of the much-anticipated enjoyment.

***

“Lo really just came, Ghan? Deliberately late or what, anyway?” Leon reprimands Ghani who has just entered the room. The reason is, it's 10 in the morning, and he has been waiting for the man since 8.

Ghani snorted violently while sitting on his seat of greatness. “My dizziness is the same Queensha,” he lamented.

“Lah, why? You guys fighting, Bro?” asked Leon in surprise. All he knows is if this one pair is always adem ayem and so romantic with each other.

“Iya. Semalem Queensha frenzied again, but did not last long because he himself goodin me. However, just make my head dining myself” Then, slide the story that he has experienced yesterday. Where Queensha's moody changes are from cheerful to angry to end up spoiled in some time. Of course, he did not tell the reason for the wife's mood swings as well as their nightly activities.

“There is one thing in my brain right now,” Leon said while thinking hard.

“What is it?” tanya Ghani is excited.

“Do not get pregnant bini lo, Ghan. Bumil if again hamidun, usually the mood will change. From ordinary to extraordinary to sane lo so crazy like now.” Standing up from his seat, Leon cursed at the origin.

“But, just try to ask and check first, who knows my guess is wrong. Dah, yes, I said it first. That file you should see is on the table.”

Leon's departure made many of Ghani's thoughts branched out. He then remembered when the last time Queensha got a monthly guest. However, he forgot his wife's menstrual cycle.

“True, I sleep every day with Queensha and until not aware of the complaints he always said easily tired and dizzy head. But, why am I insensitive that she's pregnant, huh?” ghani murmured to himself.

Ghani then took his phone from the bag. He immediately sent a message to Queensha. [Darling, I want to ask. Last time you mens, when?]

At the apartment, Queensha stiffens after reading a message sent by Ghani. His two eyes bought as his brain spun around looking for that answer.

“Aduh, when, yes?” he panicked himself. Queensha immediately headed to the calendar, she used to round out the date on which she got to come the moon. His hands flipped through the calendar pages quickly.

However, he had not seen any graffiti since two months ago. “Why didn't I realize it was 2 months late!” it's on itself.

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