My husband turned out to be the Mafia Boss
Chapter 35 Don't Complain to Me!
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DON'T FORGET TO GIVE HIS SUPPORT TO THE QUUUU GANGSTER
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Now the mafia gang family, Mr. Wijaya, is gathering for dinner together.The Mafia family has grown one, namely Jons the ideal son-in-law. They eat solemnly without one who opens the voice of Jons eating greedily without the slightest sense of awkward because he was used to the first time he was adopted as a foster child by the vice of the Jons mafia gang always eating together at the main base.
They had finished eating and now they were sitting in the living room.
"Jons, Farhan, since you've been married for even a week has there been no sign of the presence of the little creature?" ask Mita the Mafia wakik.
Jons' raised eyebrows were ambiguous by the mother-in-law's question, Jons' eyes glanced at Farhan asking for an explanation of what the mother meant?
Farhan spread his shoulders indifferently, ah indeed well husband ngeselin.
"What does Mama mean? I don't understand?"
"We haven't done it yet, Mam?" knowing the meaning of the mother, Mr. Farhan spoke up.
"What!" pekik Tuan Wijaya and Mita
"Why not son? don't you know how to do that" Father-in-law, why ask that? irritatingly. What his father was doubting his son's intelligence.
"Ck! Of course I know, ask your son-in-law there the first night I stayed huh!" his mouth was irritated with a pouting face.
"What the hell is the nettle using ngadu everything to his parents".
"Is that really Jons?" now the Deputy Mafia began to interrogate with eyes squeaking dislike because he really craved a grandson and his son-in-law had not done so.
"Sorry ma, there's something I have to work on and it's very urgent" Jons replied honestly.
"Well we understand you Jons, you can't possibly not lust after my son unless there's something urgent" said the father-in-law proudly.
Jons looked irritated that his father-in-law could say that his son was not always lustful to him.
Because he did not want to be stamped as a daughter-in-law less Jons forced his lips to smile.
"Tonight will be the first night of kuuuu" the perverted husband cheered.
"Alright because the night is getting late mama hope you guys quickly give us grandchildren, the pokonya no objection I want to immediately hold grandchildren" said the Mafia representative while standing arrogantly waltzing away leaving those who gawked confused.
"Why isn't she the only one pregnant! um my God can be that fast the process of conception" Aish! apparently the tomboy had forgotten if the decision of the Mafia wakik can not be challenged it is an absolute law consider the order of the Mafia representative is the order of the Goddesses, and, and there should be no oral or written protest.
"Good Mam, love you" Farhan cheered. Yaiyalah who does not want to be invited to the heaven of the world everyone also wants even the elderly have become his candle hahaha.
"Let's go into the room, I'm already very sleepy" said Farhan with his flat face stepped away leaving Jons who was still sitting on the sofa.
Farhan was already on top of his king size mattress staring at Jons who just came out of the bathroom in his slightly open pajamas showing a little two of his silicon suddenly the sister behind the hideaway was eager but Farhan came out as much as possible to neutralize his heartbeat and tell his sister to wait a few minutes. Apparently Mr. Farhan was negotiating with his younger brother.
"Don't look at me like that! or my eyes are gouged out" deliciously with two fingers pointing at Farhan. While the man just smiled cunningly.
"Come here!" he nodded with his hands patting the empty place.
Jons' eyes squinted suspiciously with misgivings his feet stepped up onto the bed.
"What?"
ck! Farhan glanced and then pulled Jons' arm until it hit his chest.
"Do you want Mr Farhan?" tanyanya nervously their eyes met each other lock Farhan close his face to Jons' ear while whispering
"Let's do it now!" he said in a sensual tone to make the feathers of Jons stand.
"I-I'm not ready yet" replied Jons Gagu trying to push Farhan's body.
"Mama wants a grandchild so there's no reason anymore" Farhan bites Jons' ear.
"But!"
"You want me to complain to Mama?" the devil's smile on the husband's lips.
"Don't complain! all right, we'll do it tonight" Jons resigned
"*Basic fucking crap!" Shouted Jons.
"Hahahaha I expected that if it is related to Mama, this tomboy will definitely obey, well Ma forgive me because my name will be used for my bed event hahahah*"
Farhan flipped Jons' body under his Shackles clearly visible Jons' nervous face with cheeks as red as a Malang apple, Aih! very adorable.
Farhan brought his face closer to the face of the woman who had become his wife until his lips touched the lips of his wife's lips on the surface full of appreciation even very different when he kissed Clara his ex-girlfriend Ais why should he remember the former traitor.
******* little********he lustfully slid his lips down to Jons' neck in his voracious suction until he left a trace of ownership. Remember the men out there! it was a sample of ownership as proof that Jons was hers no one should seize anything that is rightfully hers now.
Jons who had been carried away by the atmosphere also returned her husband's kiss after all there was no harm if returning the husband's kiss he was afraid if he was considered sinful because he did not support the activities of the head of the household.
"Ah your lips are very sweet" said Farhan with my eyes as if holding something back, Jons blushed in shame when he heard the praise of the husband.
Whether since when the bodies of the two had been plain their clothes had gone nowhere like understanding that his Master wanted to grow crops made them leave immediately.
"Are you ready hmm?" tanya Farhan raspy.
"Hmmm, slowly yours is quite big"
"Don't be afraid this will be a pleasure you just relax enough" before uniting Farhan with affection kissed the wife's forehead as proof that he had loved his tomboyish wife very much.
Until that night was a long, hot night, the night that witnessed the might of Farhan to sow the rice fields of Jons that are so delicious that a spray of viscous liquid landed perfectly in the cave fields owned by Jons hope that their farming activities will soon produce results that do not futilely. There is no sun that stings the skin of the two lovebirds but the roar of breath and sweat pouring out in response that not only the sun is able to produce sweat but Farhan-style farming activities on the bed it represents the answer.
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