My Lovely Onion
Red onion
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There is no agenda for a vacation out of town for a pair of old brides who have just held their wedding party. Quite silent in the new house to complete the Bian mission which has been delayed for months.
The night they arrived at the house a middle-aged man greeted the two in front of the terrace with a friendly smile. He is Manah, the middle-aged man who asked Bian to keep their house since three days ago.
Congratulations were said so subtly from Pak Manah complete with a sincere smile engraved on his old face. He also gave fruits as a form of gratitude and thanks for being their neighbors.
Bian was happy to receive the fruits given by Pak Manah who was in a large basin-shaped container before the man finally left after giving the key to their house.
"Who was his father's name?." Sezi asked Bian who was going to open the door with the key given by Manah.
"Sir Manah, the complete Amanah is just the people here call him that."
Sezi looked mangosteen understood.
The woman looks so relaxed to lay her body on the ambal that is available in front of the TV room still with her dress installed perfectly.
"You don't want to take that shirt off first. I really saw it." Bian said when he found his wife lying no different while playing mobile phone.
"Please."
"Please what?. Open your clothes?." Bian smiled mischievously which made Sezi back to glare in disbelief.
"Resign it this doang behind. Dih, his face is so perverted!." The woman in a modern kebaya.
"Yes, you want to be helped open everything." Kekehnya while pulling the laundry on Sezi's dress. "Udah."
"Bi, uh,"
"Emm?." Bian turned his head as Sezi called out to him.
"You've never felt the same about Bitha's safety."
"Safety?." Bian's forehead is wrinkled.
"That's a loh...eemh." Sezi was so difficult to convey the meaning of his words and made Bian increasingly shift his body because he actually did not hear clearly what the woman said to him.
"What the hell is it anyway?. How to fuck yourself." The man is now lying on his stomach right next to Sezi.
"pbuh!. You don't bust around."
"The same old couple has many rewards dear."
"It's not so, I want to take a shower." Sezi chose to leave Bian who was laughing because he saw the panic of his wife's face.
Bian saw his woman climb the stairs to their room on the second floor so slowly because the roll of her dress continued to dangle when lifted. The man ran then helped him pick up as he spoke,
"Never wear a tough shirt."
Sezi immediately agreed because the focus was not on the sentence Bian uttered but on his dress which was very annoying when he was going to climb the stairs.
Arriving in Sezi's room still had to be preoccupied with removing the printouts attached to his head but Bian patiently helped him pluck the pentul needle that he thought was so strange.
"Women why do you like to use these needles?." Ask
"Let's neat Bi."
"Why not just stitch it up?."
"Sutted with that head?." Sezi asked back.
"It's made rich in helmets, so put it on." It was clearly what made Sezi excited because he imagined how difficult it would be to put the hijab on the head with a design like Bian meant.
"Don't it look any stranger?. It looks like an alien!?." The two chuckled amusedly with their respective shadows.
Bian left Sezi alone in the room. The man chose to go to the kitchen to take a cold drink.
At 11pm, Sezi chose to come downstairs after Bian after completing the usual ritual he would do every sleep.
He saw the man standing behind him wearing an apron to cover the white shirt that was still wrapped in his body.
"Dad?."
"Yes?."
"What are you doing?."
"Make you salad."
"Can you?."
"It can be, it's just the fruit kept being cut into pieces."
Sezi who saw Bian open a lot of fruit with slices of skin so thick it became pity, pity because the flesh of the wasted fruit is not to the suspect.
"I'm the one who works." He took over the fruit in Bian's grasp quickly.
"Why the hell?."
"You're not peeling Bi's skin, but peeling the flesh. Look at this, a lot of waste." Omelnya while peeling mango fruit that looks so sweet when bitten.
"Yes how dong abisnya very slippery." Said reasoned.
Bian chose to wash his hands then glanced at the woman who was now standing behind him. There was a sense of awe mixed when his memory returned to the figure of Sezi who used to be before he knew the woman remotely.
Amazed because behind his 'false' behavior' it turned out to save a lot of advantages and feelings after a few months of marriage he saw if Sezi slowly began to take off his sex clothes which used to always make himself try hard not to be tempted by obedience.
Bian took off the worn apron and stepped closer towards Sezi who was still busy with fruit in his hand. The man began tucking his hands together to hug the woman from behind.
"Bi!. Don't make it so bad!."
Bian did not heed the words of his wife at all,
"Call brother." His whisper to Sezi and make the woman's hair immediately bristled.
The vanilla fragrance attached to Sezi's body really makes Bian anxious to finish h******* tonight, tonight, but again he must try to persuade the female lion first so that there is no element of coercion later.
"Bi, this is sharp." Sezi raised a knife to threaten Bian.
"It's still sharper than mine, baby." Whisper with menciu*i nape Sezi. "You smell so good." she said in a heavy voice.
The hand that was originally just hugging has now added to his job by sneaking behind the piayama worn by Sezi to make the woman bite her own lips to hold back a strange sound that can cause her to be weak powerless.
Rest assured that now Bian will no longer hold back what he should have released.
Sezi who could not stand being teased finally turned his body with a hand that was still covered in mango liquid. The woman held her hand around the neck of the man who was now looking at her with a full gaze .. interest?.
He gave her a kiss that was so sweet to taste that Bian wanted to repeat it. From what was originally ordinary slowly turned into li*r and increasingly heated when the man sat Sezi's body on the bar table and opened the white shirt that had been attached to his body which now began to sweat.
Sezi could see how her husband wanted her so much and she no longer rejected him as before for fabricated reasons.
Maybe he had thought about talking about the safety issue with Bian if the man had not left the room. But after seeing how sincere the man is to really always be there and love him then he can give him twice as much.
Therefore he dared himself to welcome the guest this evening, because starting this moment he will devote his soul and body only to the man before him, the man who had justified it while himself still had hatred for the man.
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tbc.
🐛Hai buddy nutnut, in the spirit of monday yak make a gawe. Create a rich bamboo nutnut🐛yuk docked, 😙
Nutnut will take care of the door of Bian ama brother Neng Sezi first yak, let no one visit for the next week. 💕
