My husband Sad Boy

Doubters

After the return of Puja and Sofyan, Risma is now staring dumbly at three pairs of thin clothes like tofu filters in front of her.

"This is what? jeez Puja.." said Risma did not expect if Puja would reward him with illegal clothes that he thought very indecent if worn.

Clamps!

Risma hurriedly put the 'haram' clothes back into the paper bag when she heard someone open the door to her room. And a mature man appeared from behind the door, and the man was none other than her husband Mahmud. Mahmud smiled looking at Risma who was sitting on the edge of the bed and then sat on the side of the bed.

"Alhamdulillah yes Ris now we are married and you are safe to live in this house" said Mahmud opened the conversation.

"Emh, yes kang.. excuse me kang, but will Mahmud kang sleep one room with Risma?" ask Risma.

"No, just calm down. Kang Mahmud had his sleep pinned." Mahmud replied.

"Who's getting stuck in kang?" risma asked with a disappointed face.

"It's also common to sleep on the ground. In addition, let you feel comfortable also living in this house." replied Mahmud.

"Kang Mahmud doesn't want to sleep in the room with Risma? kang Mahmud was disgusted to touch Risma because Risma was dirty." said Risma while looking down.

Mahmud was astonished to hear Risma's words. No, not that he did not want to go to bed and sleep with Risma, but precisely because Mahmud who was afraid if Risma refused him to sleep in bed with him.

"Will Risma sleep with Mahmud?" ask Mahmud.

"Eh, actually.." now Risma even felt trapped by her own words. Seeing the doubt in Risma's eyes, Mahmud felt that what he thought was true.

"No, it is not Mahmud kang who does not want to sleep with you, but you who are not ready to sleep with Mahmud kang. Risma, kang Mahmud right from the beginning of his intention nolongin you, and it is only natural that kang Mahmud gives the same comfort you to be at home in this house. Akang is only afraid that Risma is not comfortable sleeping in bed with a akang." explained Mahmud.

"Just relax, think of this as your own home, make yourself comfortable." he continued. After that he took care of some of his clothes and put them in his black carrying bag that will be taken to the pond because he will stay there.

"Rism. Why are you crying?" mahmud asked as he approached Risma.

"Not hold on! it should be, if the same disgust Risma said aja kang, from the beginning mending biarin Risma die alone, rather than nolongin but end nyakinin! all men are the same!" risma said as she sobbed a mouthful.

"Astagfirullah Risma, that's what he said. Kang Mahmud didn't mean to go there at all Ris, I just..."

"Go!! go there!! don't be so good with Risma!" risma.

"Riss..." Mahmud tried to touch Risma's body but was immediately pushed aside by Risma who was misunderstood and hurt. Mahmud was confused as to how, which he was clearly inexperienced about conquering women. When it comes to fish, he's the master! and his chicken soup professor!

By gathering courage and obeying his instincts Mahmud approached Risma and forced to embrace the woman who was sulking and then faced Risma's face to look at her.

The cup!

'Bodo very! bini me!' mahmud's mind justifies his actions. He continued to enjoy the thick little rannum lips of Risma which he thought was more delicious than the empal gentong made by his mother. Softer than grilled carp. Savory enjoy the tree!

Mahmud tries bodo very if after this maybe Risma will scold him, nag him, rampage and swear at him. They continued to latch and sip each other, indeed Mahmud had not experienced this business, but when it had gulped the pleasure from Risma's lips, his tongue spontaneously twisted and in an instant the kiss turned wild.

'Ah, it turns out this is how it feels, why not from the past.' inner Mahmud. His hands did not stay still, for some reason even though in a state of trembling he dared to unbutton Risma clothes up to three buttons regardless showing something that challenges his adrenaline even though still wrapped in bright red glasses defiantly. His hands were feeling anxious to squeeze that padded squishy. How does it feel huh? ah it turned out that the chicken soup was wrong to say that no man was really innocent. The man exists, Mahmud the proof! his hands even broke out in cold sweat when Risma suddenly puffed out her chest for Mahmud to touch her.

"Sorry Ris, Kang Mahmud can't" Mahmud said after releasing their engagement.

"Why kang?" risma said with teary eyes. Mahmud felt groggy and very nervous now, but seeing Risma with a sad face he was heartless. Mahmud is confused between continuing or just stopping now.

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