My Favorite You's

Home-in-law

One day a night at the hotel was not in vain for Mr. Arif and Citra. Both of them become closer and increase knowledge about small habits such as Mr. Arif if his handsome sleep nambaaaaaaah. The image of biting his lower lip strongly refrained from shouting brutally at the face of the angel Pak Arif who was so close to his face.

"The beauty is not calm. Satirical husband oraaang. Huhuuuu my husbanduuu." The image of the monologue while looking at that face with an adoring look. He became astonished himself why all this time did not realize the charm of the chemical teacher and even became the grandson of Mr. Alvian when now if seen Mr. Alvian lost far from his teacher this one. Amazingly, lafadz akad does not playfully thrill the heart of a Citra. Yes how, Arsy aja vibrates let alone a Citra whose heart easily vibrates if it is loved like this.

"What is the beauty of her husband?"

"Banget, UH!!!" Image surprised, rewind his head but could not, one hand Mr. Arif held his nape. The man smiled faintly with a locking gaze.

"Well, are you awake?"

Instead of answering, Mr. Arif even more attractive nape Citra makes the face of the two closer. Minimalist nose The image of the Bakan has touched the nose of the slide, sharing the air that suddenly thinned.

"Mas, Jen's sister." He said with a heavy voice that was soft in Citra's ear.

The image of swallowing saliva is laborious. Their proximity so far, already this is what makes the chest of the image like a loss of air supply. The contents of his head had even lost the ability to think, which was heard only that heavy voice.

"M-Mas." Lirih Citra followed. Citra still had time to see the misleading skewed smile of Mr. Arif before then his eyes lost the ability to see because they are now not far away. The image froze, feeling a warm and moist sweep on her lips. Gentle at first before then the soft part becomes more demanding and deep. This image of know is called ta-tapiiiii kiss instead OF MR ARIF MAN ALIM SOH BIN MASYA ALLAH YES HIS TONGUE NYEDOOOT????!!!YOHAAAAAAW!!!

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The image did not open sound all the way home from the hotel to the house of Mr. Arif. Even when they were at Citra's house to pick up some of her needs and distribute groceries yesterday, Citra still remained faithful. After a long kiss and draining the air supply in the hotel room, the girl lost half of her consciousness. Mr. Arif who realized that Citra shock did nothing. Act as if it is nothing, as if it is a common thing to suck the tongue of a peraw*n, HIKS.

"Why, Nduk, sick?"

The image that was accompanying her mother-in-law watched and the real only body there was her head zonk, turned and shook her head slowly. "It's okay, ma'am" he said slowly. Mother smiled slightly at her daughter-in-law, rubbing her head gently. Looks like Pak Arif's family love language is rubbing hair. It's comfortable, it's sleepy too.

"Aren't you married to me?" Soft question.

The image shook, "No, Mom. Mas Arif kindly treats Jena." Except this afternoon, it was a bit brutal and chest like a war drum. That is also what makes Citra fail to focus this afternoon. Fortunately, there were activities in the mosque so he did not have to face the calm face that was secretly imagining it.

"Alhamdulillah. If there's nothing to say about Mom or Dad because other than him and God, we know him well enough."

"Yes, Mom. Jena will tell Mom or Dad that Mr. Arif is naughty." Citra replied with a big smile greeted by the same smile by her mother-in-law. Of course he would not tell how their proud son took his first kiss with child-unfriendly.

"Oh yeah, before you start college, Mommy Jen want to not be here first? I will move it when I go to college. Frightened Jen's mom was lonely when she was working."

"Jena just want to, Mom, let alone near the house of Papi as well but everything is up to Mas Arif. Jena goes how Mas Arif wants." Diplomatic response. As a wife, though a novice she knew every act of hers had to be on her husband's permission now including a residence permit.

"God willing, don't choose Masmu wrong." Mother patted the back of the hand Loving image. His gaze clearly showed a sense of satisfaction because his daughter-in-law manut husband.

Rigid grinning image. This is the basic science of households where the husband is the leader. "Mom, if Jena's wrong or wrong, please get it. Jena is new to the household. This is also the result of learning from google." I'm honest. The images of fierce in-laws are clearly back and forth in his head but he believes the parents of Pak Arif are wise people seen from the results of their upbringing in Mr. Arif.

"definitely. Mom, Dad, Jen's parents are ready to help you." Said Mother.

The two continued the conversation on light topics. Mostly about Mr. Arif who is not known by Citra. Mother happily dismantled the disgrace of the son in front of his wife who was now laughing crisply while holding her cramped stomach because she was tired of laughing.

"I'm so excited that I don't hear the greeting." Mr. Arif's father appeared in the follow-up of Mr. Arif made two other women of the generation stop laughing.

"Waalaikumsalam, have you finished the show?" Mom salutes Dad followed Citra. The same thing was done by Mr. Arif, saluting his mother and then on the image who did not dare to raise his face just took his hand and kissed him solemnly. Citra thought until there only greetings but it turned out that Mr. Arif was not finished, the man wearing white cocoa clothes pulled the head of Citra gently and put a kiss on his forehead.

"Eat already?" He asked softly still with lips near the forehead. The conscious image of the situation glanced towards her in-laws, her face immediately flushed red seeing Pak Arif's parents smilingly staring at them.

"Eat the yuk. Later again, dear." Invite Mom to break the silence which actually even more makes Citra more want to drown themselves in a jar of cake. Mr. Arif who was either embarrassed left in the hotel bathroom or tucked under the hotel pillow instead of staying away embraced him walking towards the kitchen.

"Mbah Jen's copy made a look." Jena who helped arrange the dishes turned to her mother-in-law who was serving Sop and other side dishes.

"Waaaah must be delicious. Thanks to Nduk." Dad seemed to sparkle staring at the clear soup while Citra, he nodded because it only helped peel the onions earlier. All of these dishes are the work of Mother-in-law. Not that Jena does not know how to cook but her mother-in-law has a super fast cooking skill different from her who works like the speed of a snail. Said Mama and Papinya let slow as long as mature.

"Just help you peel the onions, Dad." Citra said with his head lowered because Mr. Arif did not stop looking at him. Maybe she should close her husband's eyes with spinach leaves.

"Mbak Jen helped a lot. " Mom interjected. He looked at Citra with a full smile. The image that could not argue was only grinning. How else, the risk of having good in-laws.

After preparing everything, they continued to eat. No one speaks at the dinner table. Everyone enjoyed the food in silence. The image of being used to the crowd at the dining table in his home tried not to make any noise. The family in this house seems to rarely use a tablespoon by its sound clinking spoon bumping with the plate is not heard at all. Only the Sop is added to each plate using a spoon. For a moment he remembered Alul who always got a reprimand from Papi for making various kitchen tools as a musical instrument every meal time. It feels different, but it's okay, now he adds family, there's Mr. Arif, Mom and Dad.

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Image back to the room after helping Mother clean the cutlery. He just turned around after closing the door when someone caught him and cornered behind the door.

"Old." That heavy voice.

The image that almost stopped the heart stared in disbelief at this man in front of him. Mr. Arif gallantly loomed shutting down his access road. The teacher who his friends said was so thoughtful, white, clean, untarnished, now cornered a little girl in a quiet room with a HOT-looking appearance. About his friends will say what see model Pak Arif like this? Will the badboy title that all young girls want become her new label?

"Don't turn dong, sir. Strictly." The bold image pushed against the man's chest but failed. Mr. Arif instead of staying away even narrowed the distance.

"Mas, Jen's sister." Mr. Arif spoke near Citra's ear.

The image that returned in a panic attack turned his face, unable to look at the jakun up and down, "Mas faran little." he said. His palm held the chest of that field.

"Dear old."

The image raised its face, returning Mr. Arif's gaze. "Darling how? This is it, baby."

Mr. Arif chuckled at the plain face of Citra. Actually what is he trying to do to this former wayward student of his. He lowered his face and kissed Citra's cheeks. "That's."

The image froze for a moment because of that light kiss.

"That's it?"

"You want more?"

Imagery grunting. He then pulled Mr. Arif's face and kissed him on the cheek. "Udah is."

Mr. Arif smiled a little and then without a word he pulled Citra to bring him up to the bed making the girl strangled.

"Mas would rather be kayaking at the hotel." That sentence makes Citra can only resign. He belongs to Mr. Arif. Want to be sucked every day also he can do anything other than enjoy.

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