Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
Get used to
Cia's simple desire is not to play, at this time he and Alkan are already in the bathroom. The newlyweds were playing foam and water, more precisely Cia.
Because Alkan was more focused on gently massaging Cia's head slowly, the smell of shampoo made Alkan even more crazy. His wife was very good at seducing him, but Alkan had tried to avoid it, but because Cia continued to whine so Alkan could not bear.
"His back too?" ask Alkan.
The Father of Penghulu has memorized what is wanted by the Cimut, slowly his hands down towards the shoulder and then ended up on the smooth white back of the wife.
"Mass?" call Cia slowly.
Both hands were still playing foam in the bath sponge, Cia who was sitting in a small chair, turned to Alkan who had not yet heard his call.
"What?" sahut Alkan.
Both hands are still busy giving a gentle massage on Cia's back, even the Mr. Penghulu repeatedly inhaled a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
Cia did not reply, the woman who did not wear a thread turned her body. Now that Cia and Alkan were facing each other, Alkan was right in front of Cia's flat stomach, as he was currently squatting on the floor.
One of Cia's hands stretched out to rub the face of Alkan, who was exposed to foam. Cia's smile expanded, when she saw Alkan not blinking. Even that enormous hand that had been pampering him earlier, floated in the air.
"I love you" whispered softly Cia, right in front of her husband's lips.
Even Cia had to bow her face, in order to get close. Until his naked full body comes closer to Alkan, Cia's smile continues to expand even though Alkan has not returned his love statement.
"I love you, Mas Al" whispered Cia again.
Even at this time the two ashes netra, were already dewy. For some reason, it felt like Cia's whole life was just fixed and resting, on this dimpled man.
Although there was a sense of disappointment when Alkan did not return his words, but for Cia it was okay. The love he had was enough, even spilling over for the two of them.
"Cici wants to rinse sa-," said Cia stopped, as her body staggered back.
"Mas loves you too, Humaira." murmured softly Alkan.
With one lift, Alkan managed to bring Cia's body into his carrier. Without wanting to let go of their bodies, even mischievously Cia undressed on top of Alkan when she was already sitting on the sink, as if not wanting to throw this moment away.
Both of Alkan's hands rested on both sides of the sink, his gentle gaze kept on Cia, it seemed Alkan was getting used to Cia's situation, who was always full naked when with him, when they are in the room.
One of Alkan's hands stretched out to feel Cia's flat stomach, but his eyes continued to look at the beautiful face of the wife.
"They haven't grown?" tanya Alkan arrived.
His big hand just kept gently caressing Cia's plain stomach, even by slowly sticking out their foreheads. One of his hands stretched out to grab Cia's two hands, for Alkan to place on his shoulder. Even with a single pull, Alkan managed to bring Cia's body closer to him.
"It's only been six days, they're still running a kayak race." murmured softly Cia.
Under these circumstances alone, Cia could still answer. Though in his heart is currently being hit by a rock concert.
Alkan did not make a sound anymore, but the smile on both corners of his lips, had proven that this dimpled man was happy. Without Cia knowing, one hand Alkan had stretched out to reach the shower that was not far from his reach.
Byur
"Mas Al!" cry Cia, when cold water touches the surface of her skin.
"Let's take a shower baby, you'll catch a cold." Alkan let out a small laugh as Cia hugged him even more, as the cold water continued to splash on the bodies of the two of them.
THE MISTRESS SMILED MULU
