My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 72. [ Time ]

"Happy?" kaysan asked as he rubbed his hair with a small towel.

"Here you go, mas." A bright smile adorned my face, as the bowl of boiled noodles with my favorite topping was left unattended, not even I left for Kaysan.

The incident of the stove being pushed around without playing made me have to argue with Nakula fifteen minutes ago.

He, the jutek Nakula. Reluctant to teach me to turn on a gas stove I don't know how to turn it on. She nicknamed me the hick, just like Kaysan. Coupled with the names, ndeso, katrok, and words that dominate if I am a clumsy person.

"Pake clothes dong mas, then catch a cold." I said as I brought the clothes instead towards the bed.

"Kangen!" My eyes glared as my hands were already pulled by Kaysan, "What the hell mas, it's still afternoon."

"It's okay in the afternoon, later in the evening just rest well."

I grumbled, as Kaysan's hand was already rubbing against my back. His style as usual, brushed, while tilting his head.

"You wanna kiss?"

"Hmmm..."

"Missing mas, let me see the twinkle of your eyes." I said withholding a smile.

Kaysan's eyelids began to open, not wanting to wait for long he had already kissed my lips.

On his lap, I felt something start living on its own. Kaysan was plain, without a thread covering his entire body. Normally if it was going to be in intercourse, Kaysan would strip me of my clothes first. But now, I've seen his whole body begin to crumble.

Kaysan closed his eyes, with a palpable motion he began to take off my pajama buttons. I'm keen, when the hand was naughty in its usual place.

I moved from his lap, occasionally I wanted to prank Kaysan, would he get angry when his lust had already enveloped his body. I pulled a towel from the side

"Catch me, hahaha." I chuckled as I ran to the end of the door.

"Rinjani, don't joke!" Kaysan's jaw hardened, his eyes glaring in disbelief.

I stick out my tongue, "Mas allow me to bring my own motor to campus." I've held the doorknob and turned it.

"Never change your position, if not! You're not allowed to leave the room at all!"

"Lah, weird. He said tell college. Where can't you leave the room."

"Online school!"

His footsteps started approaching me, I laughed.

"Not embarrassed, are you?"

"Brissy!"

Kaysan forcibly pulled my hand, inviting me to return to the bed, "Don't be rude, Jani will faint again."

"Open your own clothes!"

"No way."

"Rinjani!"

"Ha-ha-ha..." He was already ignited by his anger, forced me to take off my own clothes, while Kaysan was busy pulling my pants.

"What the hell mas, that sweet dong."

"Shut up!"

"Berdo'a first, Jani doesn't want a dowry."

All clothes dated, Kaysan cleared his throat without seeing me, his eyes closed and nodded, "Already."

"Kiss..."

Kaysan's body began to overpower me, a warm feeling began to be felt. Kaysan grinned happily, "I want a new style."

"What style?"

"Love."

My forehead flinched in wonder, "What a style, 'is the same end, unification."

"I want a new style."

Basic men! I thought, "Yes, what style do you want? Flying fish style?"

"Can."

I snorted in annoyance, "Why not all goldfish style dry, stiffened longish." I nodded at the stupid idea I said.

"Let's make our version of kamasutra, Rinjani."

I'm grinning, "Mas, there's-there's a hell of a thing. How to try flying fish style?"

We changed positions, I'm on Kaysan downstairs. The usual thing that Kaysan taught me was dizzying.

I'm frustrated, but obeying my husband is a reward for me.

"Is it just silence?" kaysan.

"Yes, yes."

"This includes a lesson in satisfying the husband."

"Yes, Jani understands."

I began to shake my hips, but my palms covered my eyes.

"Open your eyes, I want to see the twinkle of your eyes, Rinjani."

Smuggles!

The man below me is testing my emotions. Not even lusting after me was even made to regret his request.

"Mas, I'm ashamed of this." But my hips are still swaying.

"Not to be ashamed, you're funny."

"Cepet deh mas, keburu adzan magrib reverberate."

I grinned, but this sense of pleasure that stuck me to enjoy every second of the afternoon.

Kaysan pulled my legs together, making me only support my body with both hands holding onto Kaysan's knees.

"Like this style of flying fish, I like Rinjani. Keep."

I just cleared my throat, and still enjoyed every rhythm of going up and down at a moderate pace. Our breath was already hunting almost stingy.

My sore hand was finally forced to stop giving a knock to Kaysan's body. "Capek mas, over."

"And just for a moment." he lamented while putting both of my legs, "Now a rocking mas aja, it's up to want to shake the dome what rocking Inul can also."

Kaysan grinned happily, "Don't faint!"

I lay myself on the bed, holding my breath. Kaysan did not overlap my body, he instead sat on the side of the bed.

"Yes, my God, thank God." I said as I got out of bed, my hands picking up clothes that were splattered on the floor.

"I'm searching for the rocking of the dombret and the rocking of Inul that you said, Rinjani."

Ouch, Biyung! my mind while shaking. "Mas. Yes already?"

Kaysan's eyes were still busy looking at his phone, he nodded like he was understanding something.

"Just shake the bombret. It looks more fun."

The clothes I was wearing were scattered again on the floor. When Kaysan pulled my hand again.

My legs were shaken following the movements of his body, really the monster behind me did not waste the opportunity this time, even he was never satisfied even though I had been many times away.

"Mas, spit. Soon Adzan, have to take another bath."

"In a moment, I'm learning the rocking style of the dombret."

"Here you go, my leg's gonna break."

"It looks like it should be tried again, Rinjani. Until I'm good at doing this style."

I sprawled on the bed, as Kaysan pushed his body fast.

"Mas, carry it to the bathroom. My legs are already helpless."

"No, go it alone."

I squealed, "That's it, okay. Be careful if you ask for learning the style of rocking dombret, or the style of flying fish, Jani does not want to be a practice."

"Related?" Kaysan then carried me like a bridal style towards the bathroom. Many times I hit him on the shoulder because he still grinned happily.

"What style will you want, Rinjani?"

"Style stone!"

*

After dinner and chatting with the family of Kaysan and the twins. Nakula, that annoying sister-in-law bravely asked Kaysan for permission to accompany me to go to the bookstore.

Kaysan smiled meaningfully, the meaning implied from his lips was nothing but rations to play on the bed. Although, there should be a mutual debate and symbiosis between me and Kaysan. Kaysan allowed me to go with Nakula on condition that the round tonight would increase again, I should be able to sleep well tonight. Or just reread the learning module given by the supervisor.

He's my husband, doesn't understand my anxiety, my head's dizzy thinking about history lessons. His head was dizzy thinking of a new style, oh my God! Have mercy on my thin body.

Here in my head contains only a way, a way to tame the torpedo that was ready to slide on the target, the target of my pleasure estuary.

Kaysan looked up at the ceiling of the room, his eyes closed. A smile continued to decorate his face. That smile is so annoying.

"Jani's tired." I said with a wry smile.

"Tomorrow I told Mbok Darmi to make you some herbs."

"You what? Jani doesn't like it."

"You're strong, let your body fit like me."

"Was drinking jamu?" manya curious.

"Hmmm, traditional herbs and horse satay."

I was flabbergasted, "So can it be like this, stand still?"

"Yes, it's a function."

I patted my eel while shaking my head, "Once again yes, I understand Jani needs a break."

It didn't take long, our eyes clashed with each other. Mutual hints of deep taste. I positioned my body above Kaysan, grabbed Kaysan by the neck and closed my eyes. Our lips kiss each other, and then p-e-r-l-a-h-a-n ranum our lips clashed together.

I kissed Kaysan's lips aggressively, feeling his lips excitedly. My hand rubbed Kaysan's shoulder and went down to enjoy his burly curves. That gentle and seductive touch slowly splashed the youthful turmoil of Kaysan. Kaysan pushed my body, until I finally lay down with a gasp of breath.

Kaysan pulled my sleeping pants, throwing them in any direction. The rest of the pain was still felt this afternoon, until a loud bang touched the tip of my uterus. Kaysan continued to spur his body. I love the sound that comes out of her lips, sexy.

Our breath continues to clash, like the roar of the waves breaking the rock. The sound of our room is nothing more than a diorama that is evasive and disgusting to us as people.

I was already at the peak of pleasure, for the second time in a day we both experienced the release of the hormones estrogen and progesterone simultaneously.

Kaysan kissed me on the forehead, "Rest."

Like a kitten that does not want to live in its mother, I hold Kaysan's hand. "The Patches."

Kaysan smiled, he carried my body and carried it into the bathroom. I like his ways, even though he's sometimes like a monster. He never wanted to clean my body. Like my morning rite, night is a rite for him, we both learn to understand each other. Sometimes there is something to sacrifice. Time!

*

At 04.10am Kaysan woke me up, lazily I took the water of ablution and followed Kaysan to surrender to the Power.

"Have a rest, let Mbok Darmi make some warm tea for me."

Kaysan tidied up my hair, "I know you're tired, later before breakfast. I'll wake you up."

"No papa, my mom?" many reassuring.

"Yes..." Kaysan kissed my forehead, and moved out of the room.

I who was still sleepy finally closed again on the prayer mat.