My Favorite You's

Confirmed to belong to Mr. Arif

NAY! The image was not the type of girl holding the carcass in her heart. If you like to say like, if you don't like to say not like. There is no such thing as a holding term today.

"FATHERYOO!!!!"

BRAKKK!!!

Mr. Arif who was typing jumped along with the door was opened violently by Citra. The girl's face was red with a sharp nosedive as well as a breath of indignation clearly visible anger on her face.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Arif took off his glasses, still in front of the laptop. The room was just a small room with several bookshelves and a small table without a chair because Mr. Arif wanted to change the atmosphere of his work desk at school and home. Just a fur carpet and small pillows are usually used for a moment's rest.

The image of HP lifting shows a message that makes the contents of his head burn. Maybe he cheated even before his wedding for corn. Can't be allowed!

"Whatis that? I can't read the distance." Mr. Arif replied lightly, seeming to begin to understand because of the anger of his little wife. I don't know what other messages that person sent.

The image of walking closer with a footstroke that looks adorable in the eyes of Mr. Arif. Difficult if it is bucin, in a threatened state like this alone can still be fascinated.

"READ!"

PLUCK IT!!!

The image of throwing HP towards Mr. Arif who fortunately was captured appropriately by Mr. Arif if not his head is certainly broken now.

"Istighfar, Ma'am. Sit here with me." Mr. Arif was about to hold Citra's arm but on the edge with rough even his eyes were already glazed.

"Not hold on!"

Mr. Arif took a breath, looking at the girl from his sitting position, "Sit down baby. It will be clear." Persuade soft. Returning to hold the hand of Citra this time Citra could not escape because Mr. Arif held it tightly. "We read the message together" pulled Citra to sit on his lap. The image tried to escape but Mr. Arif's hand coiled around his stomach, holding him back.

"No need to be affectionate with Jena-hiks." Imagery crying. Can no longer hold back the tears that had wanted to come out.

"Shhhtt... Don't cry. It's not what Jen's thinking. Promise." Mr. Arif dyed Citra's hair many times. "Mas keluarin."

The image was still crying but did not refuse when Mr. Arif dropped his chin on his shoulder, while the one hand of the man holding HP opened the incoming message that made the door of his study seem almost loose.

"It's been read from above hasn't the message?"

The image shook, "No courage. It's privacy." Citra replied in a hoarse voice.

Mr. Arif chuckles. See right? Adorable girl of his choice, in a state of annoyance was still trying to respect his privacy. Though he does not matter if this wife sees everything. For him there is no term of privacy if it is legal to be husband and wife. How to be privatized even the most privacy body parts of the couple must be seen even though for now they are not at that stage so far. Imminent. Yes Soon.

"She was a friend of the organization when she was in college. Yesterday suddenly sent a message in HP Mas." Mr. Arif scrolled the HP screen from above to let Citra read the message itself which is a bit annoying to read but not reply at all by Mr. Arif. "Look at yourself, I don't care about it at all."

The image shrank his tears, "But why ask to be married? Bring another child. That's Mas's son?"

"Astaghfirullah, dear. By Allah, Mas has never touched another woman by the end of a fingernail other than Mother and may Allah keep Mas from touching women who are not lawful to Mas." Mr. Arif tightened his embrace, "You're the only woman. Only you touch and only you will be the mother of the children." In the kiss of the temple Citra many times. "Remove all those bad thoughts. It won't hurt you. We have promised Allah since lafadz qabul. Love you, Citra Jenaya."

This time Citra cried not because of anger but moved to hear the words of Mr. Arif, "Jena also." He turned back and hugged Mr. Arif's neck, leaning his chin on his shoulder.

Mr. Arif hugged him tightly back, rubbing his back up and down gently, "Also what?" His whisper. Imagery manyun. This man's intentions embarrassed him. Does this Mr. Arif not know that expressing love is heavy?!

"Java!" Demand Mr. Arif to keep Citra's body away so that he can see the clear eye, "Also what?" his face approached, until the distance between their two lips was only as thin as hair.

The image blinked, feeling the loss of oxygen in this position. Not to mention his sitting position which was unknown since when his thighs straddled, flanking the waist of Mr. Arif. Too close. Real close. Make dizzy.

The image was about to pull his head back to create distance but his nape was held back by Mr. Arif. There was no way to escape for him. He had to finish and run away in order to stay alive.

"Because also love Mashhmpphh."

It's predictable. Mr. Arif obviously won't let himself be free. Mr. Arif kissed her gently, exploring the inside of her mouth impatiently. Con*sap that soft part that is replied as much as possible by Citra.

"Hmphh." his sigh was muffled by Mr. Arif's kiss as the taste was getting more and more attacking. On the other hand, Mr. Arif has no intention of releasing it.

The image panic was not finished yet when it felt something hard pressing down on it. The images forced their lips off and succeeded, giving rise to a clear kiss. The image looked at the misty Mr. Arif looking for answers from what was thinking in his head right now.

Both of Mr. Arif's hands went down perched on his upper thighs, rubbing with an abstract pattern while his face poked at his neck, tasting his tease, "Mas wants you." Whisper with hunting breath, "Can?"

The image does not know what to answer but his body feels like a signal to him. He does not know what he feels but he likes when Mr. Arif touches, he likes the taste it causes and crazy again he wants the touch deeper. With the rest of his sanity, Citra cupped Mr. Arif's face, looked him in the eye and slowly but surely approached, tasting his wet lips gently as a sign of his approval. Got the green light, Mr. Arif did not waste time returning the kiss deeper and slowly spread the image on the carpet not forgetting to slip a small pillow under his head.

The image blinked with bated breath seeing Mr. Arif on it, their position was very vulnerable. Citra knew that this night had finally come as she surrendered herself completely to her husband, perfecting her obligation.

Mr. Arif brushed off the boy who fell on Citra's forehead carefully, "Mas will slowly." whispered as gently as the braids of butterfly wings that began to fly on his stomach.

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Imagery awakened. His eyes wildly stared at the dim ceiling that looked high this time. Tumben once he was cold when usually Mr. Arif set the room temperature to be warm. By the way where is this? Why aren't there lights sleeping? The image frowned, thinking hard. Consciousness jolted her upon seeing her undressed condition with a blanket shedding on her stomach.

"Astaghfirullah." The image sat down, hurriedly pulling the blanket with a panicked face. Why is he calling*ng? Where's clothes? It was fitting that he was cold and there was not a single thread wrapped around his body. The image of closing his mouth held his screech when he saw his clothes scattered around him, his memory immediately twisted the haram scene he did last night with Mr. Arif, "Papiiiiiiii" he called his papi in a soft voice, "Piiiih," The image panicked. There was no one in the room, just him. Please, this is just a dream, right? With difficulty while holding the blanket so as not to fall, he tried to stand but just moved his toes, pain attacking the center of his body.

"Awwshh." Stimulants. He looked down, knowing exactly the cause of the part. "Oh my God, how sick is it? Beware." The image does not stand. He sat back with a sigh. "Massat... " Call him a little hard. The room was empty but the door was slightly open bringing out the light from the middle room. The image again tried to move this time he sucked on the floor with difficulty.

"Mas.... " Call him to weld. The bottom can not be invited to cooperate always. Not to mention the ache in his entire body. Mr. Arif who was supposed to be in charge is gone. The image breathes rough breath. Then with the rest of his strength back on the move, "Mass... "

The door opened, Mr. Arif entered wearing only a sarong without a top. He had just come from the bathroom and was startled by the sighting of a horror movie-like image, "Loh," He pressed the light switch "Well what?" approaching Citra who was looking at him with a pitiful look.

"Masssss... Why is jena sakiiit underneath?" Her sister almost cried.

Mr. Arif held him in guilt, "I'm sorry. Maafin Mas." he said kissing the forehead of the old image. Maybe last night he was too excited to not think about his wife's condition.

"Mas is not wrong just jena can not stand. Jena's feet are about to fall off. It sings until the bones." Citra said staring at Mr. Arif with a plain face that is confused makes Mr. Arif feel like a bajing*n lucky because he felt anxious with the expression shown by Citra. It must be a matter of course, in the battle almost overnight the same bachelor who has been fasting throughout his puberty. When finally breaking the fast yes this is how it becomes, girls people become victims.

"A smile at you anyway?" The Citra protest looked at Mr. Arif fiercely.

"Eh, no dear. I'm just-Ah, let's help." Mr. Arif distracts Citra, carrying her bridal style. "Come to the room."

"Why what?" Ask Citra alert. He even crossed his hands in his chest in a panic.

Mr. Arif chuckled, "No, honey. We're just sleeping. " Really. He put the image on the bed after arranging the pillow.

The image still looked at Mr. Arif warily, "What time is it?"

Mr. Arif took his cellphone in the nightstand, "Jam one passing by." he replied, then put his cellphone back before then following on the bed.

"Promise me, sleep this time." The image turned to Mr. Arif who arranged a pillow for himself.

Mr. Arif nodded, "Yes, baby." He approached, making his own arm as a pillow Citra, "Here Mas hug."

The image approached hesitantly, "Promise?" ask her again before actually landing her head on her husband's arm.

"Promise dear." Mr. Arif smiled slightly, hugging Citra tightly.

The image rests comfortably on Mr. Arif's open chest, enjoying the soft elucidation on his open arms that makes his eyes heavy. Before really falling asleep he had heard Mr. Arif whispering to him.

"Thank you, yeah." Mr. Arif kissed Citra's forehead and fell asleep.

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