My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 80. [Pity this bin ]

My face and my face meet red, especially my heart soared in excitement. I smiled shyly, and could only look down at the tip of my toe. The surprise Kaysan made made made me even more moved. Tenderloin steak from a five-star hotel is presented luxuriously on a plate, plus candles that dance on the table add a romantic and dilemma. The yellow tulip in a glass vase filled with water and two Betta fish playing chases add to the bad impression of dinner today.

"Where's the Betta fish from, Mas?"

"From the fishmonger."

"Oh, do you want Betta fish."

Kaysan pulled back the chair near me. Chairs that are decorated with ribbons and covered in white baby birth flowers.

"Please sit down princess."

"Ah, thank you." I said bending one knee and widening my white dress.

Kaysan turned to his seat, his body firmly displaying his wiba. With a smile he gave.

"Eat."

"Nakula complained?"

"This cow is more expensive than the cow you ate with Nakula. So enjoy."

"Rather than Betta fish cattle, we are better off metal cattle. More profitable."

Kaysan pulled one corner of his lips, "May, I have the cage ready first."

My eyes glared, "Just kidding. Don't do anything I say you're doing, Mom."

"Good idea, later children, we ask to drink milk from the source. Fresher."

"Neighbor!" I threw a napkin at Kaysan, but he managed to catch it.

"Because it's just mine." His chuckle was already enveloped in a wave of lust.

"Eat yuk, Mas. These expensive cowboys, sand if only as a complement to your nyeleneh idea for a romantic dinner today."

"I need energy too. Because you're gonna run out tonight."

"So I've held it, little one." I clasped my hand, describing how it looked when it was not turbulent.

"His name is also lemes, is at rest. But isn't it that it's been as tense as an Ambonese banana?"

I'm cracking up, "Rubber, right, right." While nodding in agreement to Kaysan's honesty.

"Good meal, Mom. Thank you for today. Saranghae, Mommy."

"Saranghae's? What bird's nest, Rinjani? A parrot?"

Not even this beef tenderloin slice landed on my lips, I was instead made to spin around with Kaysan's question.

"Mas emang kejawaan, but the future king must have a broad insight. Saranghaeyo is 'I love you'." I explained as I devoured the beef.

"I love Girls Generation."

I put down the fork, I saw Kaysan who was smiling widely.

"Weight is also my rival, Mas. They are whiter and smooth-smooth. More worrying, and teasing."

"Hmm, but I prefer you."

Compared to the Girls Generation members, I lost far, even a landslide. Genit can not, nyanyipun not melodious, dancing was not sure. So what can I be proud of? If all I have is a piece of body that can change its shape at any time, change its color and even change its taste.

"Tiffany is beautiful, her jaw has firmness when singing. But she's three years younger than me. I want the young. So that when old can still enjoy your face that is timeless."

I had already retreated my chair, put some distance to the table and wanted to stand up, intending to kiss Kaysan on the cheek.

"Eat and spend, not necessarily I can take you like this."

I put my ass again on the chair. While enjoying all the dinner dishes until the dessert. I love the cocktails I just tasted.

"Not much."

"Why?"

"It feels strange, there are pins, there is also acid, if you eat the fruit there is a little sweetness. It felt so jumbled like my heart when I found out that your sisters weren't your siblings."

"Don't slur."

"I know, Mom."

"Attent."

I sighed, I don't blame the machine-rolled tobacco. I do not blame if he still faithfully enjoys a cigarette. For men, cigarettes are opium. That's what my friends say, so I don't have to make things worse just a matter of cigarettes, because men are tested with their loyalty, responsibilities and ehm.

"Have you?" I asked after Kaysan had thrown the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Kaysan did not answer and just sat down beside me, "Mas knows, I was so scared that I would not be able to satisfy your desires. My body is small, not like a Spanish guitar. While your desire is so high."

"I'm comfortable with you, and the feeling that grows in my heart is not just about loving your physique. There's more than just passion when you're with."

"What?"

"You were the first vibration to tear down my wall of arrogance. For the sake of being with you I've done things in various ways, even though sometimes you say hurry."

"Mass?"

"Hm."

"Come, do it."

Kaysan grinned, he walked behind me. His hand always gave me a warm hug.

"Relatedly? This time I'm really impatient."

I nodded in agreement.

Cold air infiltrated into the room, letting the curtains oscillate through the wind.

The exposure of cold air invites me to increasingly attach my skin to the skin of his body. The grip is getting stronger, with the same rhythm as playing dance last afternoon. I've been lying on the bed, "If you're strong on the bed. You'll be strong anywhere, too."

"Where do you come from, Mom?"

"From." Kaysan smiled intently, I nodded, as long as it was good until morning.

I saw Kaysan's already red face restraint.

The night is getting late, leaving voices alarming from both of our mouths. When the pleasure of making love is heaven of the world. Until the time did not feel so much style created.

"Long-lasting indeed, okay."

"Awhile more... Still less."

I can assure you, if the service room tomorrow morning will be surprised by the sheets that have fallen apart. I was tired and finally took over the game. Not that he's caving in, he's getting violent. But that's what I want, the faster the race the faster it gets out. And it really happened.

"Thank you for today, my sunshine. Go to sleep, because you miss needing a break."

"I still miss you, and I still want to."

"Pity this bin of yours, ma'am."

"I've missed you for a few days."

"Rinjani also misses, but Rinjani also knows the time."

"We use our time as best we can." My eyes bulged, quickly pinching Kaysan's nose, "Gemes, you are indeed my long-lasting husband."

"Frequently drink Mbok Darmi's herbal medicine, so that you can match my strength."

"You think we're at war?" My lips pursed.

Kaysan covered my body with a blanket, "The war will start again within the next hour. Rest."

Kaysan kissed my forehead, "Better Rinjani sleep mas, and beautiful dreams."

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