MY LITTLE WIFE'S PASSION

We need to talk

Not a few seconds later, he felt the bed sway. Did his uncle get on the bed?

Rara started to get nervous under the blanket. He was afraid that Bimo misunderstood and got angry again. He had no intention of hiding behind a blanket. He was just cold and could not wait for the uncle, who did not want to get out of kam ar man in it.

Rara could see the light of the cell phone the husband was holding from under the blanket. Like her husband was playing on a cell phone.

The woman also pulled out a little blanket that covered her body, making a gap in order to peek at what the husband was doing.

Oh.... Again working?

Rara saw Bimo busy with the laptop that was on the lap. One of his hands was holding a cell phone. Every now and then Bimo's eyes to the flat screen before him and occasionally to the hp in hand.

Geez, so serious as to not realize I'm here?

Rara bathes, still watching her husband's clinging from a small gap behind the blanket. Her husband was very handsome from any side. From the side, from the front and from behind. I don't know, what because he has long admired Bimo, until the current annoying nature, can be tolerated. He had been very eager to leave Bimo's life, no longer wanted to be his wife. But, when Bimo was looking for him. His faith is shaky again.

Fifteen minutes passed. Bimo is still focusing on his laptop. Rara felt like she was under the blanket. Where his leg was spilled by hot water and blisters fell onto the asphalt so it hurts now. Maybe it was due to his limited movement, so his blood flow was not smooth.

Bimo also began to be suspicious of the blanket that was lying on his bed. He looked up with a curious face. His hands stretched out to pull the blanket in doubt.

And

Grapp

When the blanket was thrown. Looked at the grin of his horse Rara who was lying on her back by clutching her chest.

"Uncle... Hehehehe..!"

Bimo, who was surprised, moved quickly from the bed. He who could not see the smooth body of Rara, immediately turned his body, turned his back to the wife.

"You get dressed fast, we need to talk. I'll wait in the dining room!" bimo firmly, still turned his back on his wife. If every day is like this, can spot his heart. He needs to talk to Rara, about their marriage.

"Where's the book?"

Bimo who was about to leave from that place, stopped his steps.

"That's a big closet there's two. You can choose which clothes you want to wear."

The man closed the door of the room a little hard. Which surprised Rara.

"Why is Bimbim so annoying. Look at me like I'm seeing a ghost." He said with annoyance. Started opening the closet that Bimo meant. "Big clay. But, it's why most of the gloves and sturdy clothes." Rara finally realized, that both of Bimo's closet contained clothes for prayer. And sheets, pillowcases, hordes and so on.

"Yes, put on some sturdy clothes. Same sarong." His words began to wear a sturdy short-sleeved shirt made of embroidered cotton combined with a plaid motif holster. "Just fuck me this." His words shook with a sour facial expression. Her appearance is really strange. Where his chest looks again. Because Bimo's sturdy clothes are mostly white, BW and cream.

"It's stupid, what's important is that I don't get cold." He said while watching his reflection in the mirror. He had just combed his jet-black long hair.

TB

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