My Old Husband
Chapter 17's
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Gods jerked. Release Aya's embrace and turn her body towards the wife.
Looking at the eyes of his wife's face, dive into Aya's pitch-black netra.
"You sure?" Ask the Gods
"Of course, Mas. Make me your wife"
The god nodded, he held Aya ala bridal his gaze never turned away from the beautiful face of his wife.
The long night they went through, the occasional screams and sighs of each other.
At two o'clock in the morning, the gods break down. The sweat was still wetting the two bodies of the couple.
"Thank you dear" God kissed Aya's forehead which is currently asleep, the busyness of the scattered hair.
He follows Aya to dreamland after a great struggle that God has long awaited.
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The morning prayer rang, Aya as usual will be awakened by the sound of an alarm that he always sets.
Feeling his stomach like something was falling apart, he turned his head. It turns out last night wasn't a dream.
"Being your wife is not a bad thing. You appreciate me so much. It's appropriate that we are like this" murmured Aya slowly, she was afraid of waking up the God.
Aya covered her face with both hands, feeling embarrassed by her aggressive nature last night.
"Dear dear" said the hoarse voice of the typical God of people waking up.
His eyes were still closed, pulling Aya's body so that the more tightly the God embraced her.
"Mas let's get up, we pray at dawn first" Pinta Aya
"Hem.. All right, but after that we..." The god raised his eyebrows, teasing Aya.
"You....! Naughty yes" Aya who was about to go down and run to the bathroom, her body immediately sagged down. Hold her lower abdomen.
"Why dear" due to the God's panic instantly descended, leaving her innocent body perfectly exposed.
"Aaaa" Aya who was looking at the plain body of a God instantly closed her eyes.
"Use your clothes first, Mas" said Aya who still covered her face.
The god chuckled softly "Why? Didn't you see it like this last night?" god Goda.
Aya snorted in annoyance, how could a child-like God be shamelessly naked in front of her.
Aya pulled the blanket, covered her body and went to the bathroom, her steps were so limped, pain and pain were still very pronounced.
Even so, he still had to force himself to take a big bath for the sake of two mandatory rakaats that he had to fulfill.
The god who continued to pay attention to Aya's movements continued to comment on the smile.
At six o'clock in the morning, as God said, the two wrestled back, until Aya was completely uprooted and unable to get out of bed.
The god brought breakfast to Aya and fed her loving little wife.
"Today, you just rest at home, no need to go to campus" said Dewa while putting a dirty plate on the nightstand "I'm going to the office, maybe home in the afternoon. There are a lot of agendas I have to follow today. You don't want me to stay"
"Yes better like that, if you need to go home all night, Mas" said Aya with a tendering on the shoulder of the bed.
The god frowned "You don't want me to go to the office, baby?" Just this time Aya spoke to him.
"No, if you are at home, I can eat you again" said Aya spoiled.
The corner of the lips of the God curved "What? Ish you are so mischievous as it turns out, haha" the God of the bobbing heads "Well I'll get ready to take a bath and go"
The god had already returned from the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Then her back to Aya opened the closet, taking the clothes she was going to wear.
Wearing pajamas, Aya walked towards the god "Mas, why is your back so many scratches?" aya asked after she got in front of the Gods.
Aya touched the scar that was not too deep, where did God get the wound?
The god sighed softly, his wife was really innocent "This is because last night Mas was too excited until the wrestling opponent Mas clawed at Mas's back" said Dewa who was still focused on choosing clothes.
Aya widened her eyes "Ah, no way"
*Dear You, yes you are the one who is always faithful waiting up my story. Thank you very much for your loyalty, sorry if I am up long and sometimes only a little story per chapter.
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