My husband Sad Boy

Rivalries

Alya pushed Vino's body with all her might until his body fell to the floor.

"Abs!!" peekkik Vino in pain in his bokoong area.

"Well? why are you whipping and kissing me all?" alya asked in fear.

"Kiss? don't ge-er!?" said Vino put on his jutek face.

"Continue doing? clearly your lips are licked in my lips! you must have stolen the chance, right?" alya asked with a suspicious look.

"Gee! a puck! there are also you must be like a caper sleeping on the floor, let it hurt, keep hoping I'm carrying and finally the incident was not intentional was all you must have planned!" vino said, accusing.

"Here you go, I'm the laper to eat! takein sono! if I take it myself the others think we don't get along" said Vino.

"Well, it's true that we don't get along, right?" ask Alya.

"Yes, but the others don't know, I don't want to make me sad!" vino said as he sat in the chair.

"Yes" answered Alya. After that he came out of the room and took food for Vino in the kitchen. But when in the kitchen he accidentally crossed paths with Dila who had just finished bathing by wearing her towel kimono. His body looked fresh because Dila had finished shampooing. Alya knew Dila must have just taken a junub bath, how sad her fate was, seeing Dila and Bagja who enjoyed their marriage so much, while her marriage with Vino was very inversely proportional and far from friendly, said, just get along no!

Alya put on a flat face, silent, not intending to say hello in the least. Although here her position as a sister-in-law, but still if told to respect Dila, she did not want to.

"I hope your marriage with Vino is good, and slowly you can accept each other" said Dila as Alya spooned the rice to the plate she held.

"What do you mean? want to show off if your marriage is the same as my ex-husband-to-be all right, that friendly? huh uh?" alya sengak replied.

"Obviously dong. I just pray." said Dila.

"Basar not shameless, have already called the future husband of people, still have a face to show off intimacy" said Alya spicy.

"You why the hell? still a grudge, I only wish you all the best. I thought after we were in-laws slowly you could accept me, we became sisters-in-law who supported each other. But in fact you hate me even more. And another one I also never felt raced A Bagja from you, the destiny that united us." said Dila trying to defend himself.

"Destiny, ck!" Alya was upset because Dila did not feel guilty at all. And when it was all over, she let go just like that from the kitchen to her room.

Clamps!

"It's eating." said Alya with a grim face. After putting the plate filled with food on the nightstand, Alya went out of the room.

"Where are you going?" ask Vino.

"Basak," Alya answered briefly.

"Way what? let it look like that dream ghost? keep looking for the attention of Bagja through your cooking," accused Vino. Alya clenched her hands tightly.

"Please say so." After saying that, Alya directly walked out of the room and closed the door tightly.

Brak!

Vino jumped in shock, "Basic witch!" his swearing.

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Everyone gathered around the dining table, enjoying together while having dinner together. Puja is so happy because her children already have a partner. Feels warm and pleasant.

"Whoa! who's cooking this?" ask Puja when he saw the amount of food presented on the table.

"Alya mah, may mamah like Alya's cooking," Alya replied as she glanced at Dila with a cynical smile.

"This much cooking alone?" ask Puja.

"Yes, I'm" Alya replied. Alya felt victorious. But not the name of Dila if you do not run out of ideas. Actually Dila was feeling hot at first, but she twisted her brain as fast as lightning.

"I'm sorry, Dila, don't help, because Bagja doesn't leave the room. Busy making grandchildren to mamah same father." said Dila while grasping the hand of Bagja with a friendly. Bagja just put on a flat face, the 50-door refrigerator was warm only when in bed. After being satisfied with heating Alya, Dila glanced at Alya who looked grim. He and Alya looked at each other. If given corn in the middle between them may have become grilled corn, because so hot air competition is so real.

"Love, mamah maklum kok, tomorrow-tomorrow that cook so mamah aja, you take care of the needs of each husband." said Puja.

"Let's start eating mah, I'm hungry" said Sofyan. After that they pray together led by Sofyan and the women serve their respective husbands.

After dinner, they talked together for a while, then went back to their rooms.

"Who, look, Alya was very caper as mamah, fortunately Dila pinter, but if she was like that continue, Dila so uncomfortable," complained Dila while pursing her lips. While the one who was invited to talk was busy with his laptop doing some important tasks because the day after tomorrow he had returned to work.

"Curl! a Bagja kok it anyway, Dila talked at length not responded!" said Dila merajuk.

"Keep A Bagja should how dear?" ask Bagja.

"We moved. Go to mamah Iis's house first." take Dila.

"Yes tomorrow morning I said the same. Now you sleep, aa want to work first," said Bagja.

"But his sleep wants to be hugged" said Dila spoiled.

"Help but yes, not the others, the work has been piled up because, you also kasian digempurr mulu," said Bagja.

"Yes, let's hug." said Dila while pulling Bagja to sleep on her side. Bagja went to sleep by Dila's side and hugged Dila like a koala, full of warmth and tenderness. At first it was just so but Dila's naughty hands and spread everywhere especially into the nest of the cow snake, making Bagja can not stand. Dila is like having a magnet in her body that makes Bagja want to continue to fight Dila.

"So he said hug," said Bagja with his hoarse voice.

"It does, but somehow if near A Baja Dila can't stand it. Suddenly gatell again, want in..."

The cup!

Bagja keburu robbed his lips because he already felt unable to bear the temptation given by Dila to him.

"Argghh aa dear!!" drang Dila felt Bagja's cassava had come to visit hers. The sensation that always makes Dila feel complacent and float flying. Slowly Bagja began to move the formation until the longer the movement was faster.

"You are amazing Dil, Arghhh!! it's really delicious" Bagja said. He continued to move back his body with a fast rhythm, especially when he heard the spoiled sigh from Dila's lips. They are tossed udders, rolled and battered by waves of pleasure. They repeated their hot love like last night, without feeling tired.

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