My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 25

At exactly 8 p.m., Ayodhya woke up from her long slumber. His eyes were heavy with swelling, heat from crying for too long, and his nose was puffed with snot.

Sticking himself on the edge of the bed, he began to observe the surroundings. The room was dark, he turned on the lamp beside the bed. Whose room is this? Ask in the heart. He moved and went out to the bottom floor.

Nah! Nah! Nah!

The noise caught his attention. His bare feet were pointed at the kitchen. The silhouette of hair sticking out looks busy cooking there.

"Sabians?" Call hoarse.

Sabian who was surprised to hear his name called turned his head, Ayodhya who was standing at the dining room door was seen in his eyes.

"Away awake?" Asking attention, his hands were still busy cutting the meat. Ayodhya just nodded.

It seems that the girl forgot what happened, even she did not question her presence in the house of her future husband.

"Bandah! I prepared the warm water. The change of clothes is in the closet, when we're done let's eat." Sabian said quickly without switching her job.

Ayodhya without rebuttal complied and went into the bathroom, not until 20 minutes he came back out with a great white shirt.

Sabian almost dropped her soup pot upon seeing the erotic scene. How not? Ayodhya just wears her oversized shirt and - hei does she not look wrong? Ayodhya wears her boxer as her bottom cover.

"What do you see?" Tanya Ayodhya flat. Grabbing the pot of soup from Sabian's hand then putting it on the table.

Sabian regained his senses and immediately sat down beside Ayodhya who had sat down first.

"Didn't I have a dress for you?" He asked after successfully controlling his libido which suddenly rose dramatically.

"Can't I wear my husband's boxer and shirt?" Reply Ayodhya calmly. His face was completely flat, making Sabian unable to understand what the girl was thinking.

"You're not supposed to wear my boxer! What if you're pregnant?" Sabian's question started to slur.

Ayodhya tapped her spoon onto Sabian's head. "Auch!" Sabian shrieked in pain, staring ferociously at that innocent face.

"Is your IPA value zero?" His ejek. Without waiting for an answer, Ayodhya casually ate the Sabian cuisine.

"Do you regret marrying a stupid man?!" Challenge Sabian.

Sabian laughed a little. He thought Ayodhya was joking. The two ate quietly afterwards. Sabian cuisine should be recognized for its delicacy. Even Ayodhya emphasized the contents of the plates until they were exhausted. Making Sabian feel flown to the seventh sky out of pride.

After eating Sabian took Ayodhya to the lounge. They sit together and watch tv.

"Stay there!" Pinta Sabian after a few minutes observed Ayodhya's completely expressionless face.

Ayodhya looked back at him. "I'm going to bed with you." The answer sounds sure.

It was precisely Sabian who was surprised, what was his ear was not misheard. "But we're not married. I've prepared a room for you if you want." His words tried to sound sincere Ayodhya slept separately with him.

Ayodhya put her head on Sabian's shoulder and leaned against it. "I hate sleeping alone." Her great-grandchild is like a whisper. Sabian saw Ayodhya close her eyes while biting her lips.

"Why?" Ask curiously.

"Because I hate being alone." The classic answer that made Sabian think everywhere.

"Who have you been sleeping with?" Ask again, which sounds a little jealous.

Ayodhya smiled, "With Alvin." Ayodhya answered briefly. However, that answer managed to make Sabian's head boil in jealousy. He pulled Ayodhya and pressed her on the sofa.

The surprised Ayodhya just widened her eyes. Seeing that flash of anger Ayodhya finally understood why Sabian was acting this way. He seduced the man by draping his arms.

"Want to start now? Didn't you say we weren't married?" The question sounds like an insinuation.

"Did Alvin touch you?" Sabian asked with teeth struggling to hold back the upset.

Ayodhya wore a look of remembrance. "Yes, we slept hugging each other. Even Alvin used to ask me to stroke his hair when he wanted to sleep." It was clear that Sabian was misunderstanding.

Sabian could no longer control his emotions, he violently kissed Ayodhya. Ayodhya welcomed the kiss and followed Sabian's rhythm. He even more dared to put both of his legs on Sabian's waist.

A warm-hearted kiss that turns hot due to the sudden intensity of libido peaking. Sabian let go of her kiss. Seen in his eyes, Ayodhya who was flushed with swollen lips did not forget the sweet smile that Sabian first saw.

Usually Ayodhya shows a cynical smile, scorn, or innuendo. But now the different smiles seem sincere and so sweet. The two looked at each other for a long time, now it was Ayodhya's turn to advance her face and strike back at Sabian's lips.

Position changed, Sabian now under Ayodhya's body received an attack from the lips and hands of the girl's mischievous who was fondling her body. Sabian seemed unable to hold 'his sister' any longer.