My Choice of Woman

Episode 162

Episode 162: Two Matching Couples

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Happy Imagination

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Farah had to walk 200 meters from the bus stop to her house. He was happy to meet Ray today. Farah is very hopeful because the friendship between Ilham and Ray can be awakened again.

Farah had reached the fence of her house. She was shocked to see her husband's car in the garage. He hurriedly ran to make sure that Ilham had come home. “Assalamualaikum!” He rushed to the room.

“Where Is Ilham?” Farah put her bag into the bed. Farah went back to look for her husband in another room.

He ran to see Ilham put a plate of his cooking on the dining table. “Mas Inspiration!” Farah immediately hugged her husband who was still wearing an apron.

Ilham surprised. He let his little wife embrace his body. “Home home turned out.”

Farah let go of his embrace. “Why did not say that I was home!” Farah almost cried. He was still afraid that Inspiration would leave without any news.

“I've been home since, Darling.” Ilham pinched his wife's cheek.

“But right ...”

Inspiration placed her index finger on Farah's lips, to lock her away from speaking again. “Now I'm home. I've also cooked your favorite meal, honey. Still want to cry ..ehm?”

Farah shook her head to wipe away the tears that were about to come out. “I'm just scared, if Mas ..”

“I promise how far I've gone, I'll still come back to you. I promise I will always tell you. About that, my phone was recharging, so I turned it off. Now we eat yuk!” Ilham smiled and released the apron he was wearing.

“Wah steak sauce barbeque!” Farah looked happy as if she had forgotten she was about to cry. “I'm hungry,”.

“Let's eat.”

Farah always likes little surprises from Inspiration. Whether it's cooking or giving small gifts. She also never disappointed with her husband who sometimes wrongly bought what he liked.

Inspiration cuts a small section of chicken steak and slightly greases it with barbeque sauce. He thrust the piece to Farah. “Honey, open your mouth. Aaaa ..”

Farah accepted the steak even though the mouthful from Ilham was slightly off the mark, making her mouth a little shredded. “Lezat, Mas!” Farah smiled until her cheeks slightly expanded.

“Who used to dong who cooked!”

“Chef Ilham.” Farah laughs.

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The Zen City

Kinanti had already decorated herself and waited in the living room. He was waiting for Naresh who had promised to pick up Sirena this afternoon. He had imagined having a girl friend that he could be invited anywhere.

Naresh came home as promised. He feels happy if in his house is not an obstacle like yesterday. Honestly, he wanted to know who did this. At least if Sirena lives in this house, women will feel indebted and will dismantle who is behind the breakdown of this relationship.

After washing his body, Naresh wore a less formal outfit. “Let's go, Miss My Mesum!” Naresh laughed.

Naresh loves flirting with his girlfriend. Looking at Kinanti's lips that advanced a few inches. “You're beautiful if it's like that, Kinan!” Naresh laughing.

“Don't call me Miss Mesum!” kinanti's voice was slightly raised. He ruffled his waist and glared at Naresh who was still laughing.

“Hey, Miss! Did you forget? This morning, you kissed my lips first. I want to be like that again, but here.” Naresh pointed at his right cheek with his index finger.

Kinanti was still embarrassed. He was still mad this morning. I shouldn't have done it this morning!

“Hey! Don't make me wait, come on! Here part here,” said Naresh.

Kinanti drew closer to Naresh not to fondle him. He pinched Naresh's right cheek. “So much more perverted than me!”

“Aduuuh! Pain, Kinanti!” Naresh, who had imagined he would be kissed, felt pain because his thumb and forefinger pinched his cheek.

Kinanti let go of the pinch. He laughed when Naresh rubbed his cheeks. “Too hard huh?”

“Sick!” Naresh snorted in annoyance.

Kinanti stroked Naresh's cheek. He felt guilty for pinching her too hard. “Sorry, Brother.”

Naresh simply fell silent, feeling Kinanti's soft hand. “It can be cured if kissed by you.” He still teases Kinanti.

“Serah!” Kinanti walked first to leave the house. His only goal was to pick up Sirena at the brothel.

Naresh just laughed. He hurriedly stretched out Kinanti's steps and grabbed her hand. “A princess cannot walk alone without her prince.”

Kinanti looked at the man holding her hand. He feels lucky, loved by a man who is very considerate and can accept what is, sometimes annoying, even a little perverted. “Hopefully like this continue ya.”

Naresh turned and frowned. “You mean always join hands every time?”

“Not like that!” Kinanti pinched Naresh's stomach until he complained of pain again.

“Your pinching hurts, Kinanti!”

They both boarded the car that Naresh used to drive. Today Naresh wants to drive his own car. They left for the small Sirena house in the northern Zen City.

The trip only takes 20 minutes because the road is quite smooth, not too jammed. Naresh and Kinanti had to travel on foot to reach Sirena's house. Every now and then Kinanti was a little frightened to see the woman in clothes lacking the materials standing on each of those small streets.

Just as Naresh and Kinanti arrive at Sirena's small house, a fat mother comes out of the place. He looked frightened to see Naresh and Kinanti who were already on the terrace.

“Sorry, is Sirena there?” Naresh asked politely.

“He's not here anymore. Please go, Mr.” Answer Madam.

“But I already promised I'd buy it more than those guys!” Naresh can't believe it. Sirena is always waiting for this day of liberation.

“He's been brought home by his father. Excuse me,” said Madam. He hurriedly left the place to avoid the question from Naresh.

“Wait!”

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Thanks to all of you who read my novel The Last Romeo. Maybe as many of you feel disappointed because the novel I have deleted. Hehhehe, the novel is finished and still stored neatly in a safe place. Maybe I'll publish it again in a good place.

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