MY PRIESTLY CANDIDATE

CLOTHES FOR FISHERMEN

Hanafi reached out his hand to help Hany stand up, but the bar-bar girl was indeed stubborn and had high prestige.

"Na can still be alone. So no need to be helped. Don't waste time later miss the prayer," said Hany origin.

"Where there is prayer independently missed. This is his hand rejected? Don't you want to help, really?" tanya Hanafi repeated her question.

Hany shook her head quickly.

"No need for Mr. Ustad. You can do it yourself" replied Hany slowly.

He tried to reach the sink and stand by holding on to the sink faucet. But unfortunately Hany is not able to. His legs seemed to be sprained and could not tread perfectly.

"Argh ..." cried Hany in a loud voice feeling the linu on her ankle.

Hanafi immediately grabbed Hany and lifted the girl back into the room. Hany was surprised she could only be silent. His reproach was already wet from the puddle of water on the floor.

Slowly put Hany on a soft mattress.

"My pants are wet," answered Hany embarrassment.

Hanafi did not answer. He immediately opened Hany's socks and put them in the laundry. Then get me a dress for Hany's change of clothes.

"You want to change yourself or replace? afraid you might catch a cold. After that let me massage your feet," Hanafi said slowly.

Hany received a paper bag from Hanafi. He opened the paper bag and shouted when he saw the thirsty clothes on his face.

"Actus ... Should I wear this?" ask Hany loudly.

"Yes .. not really. If you don't want it, it's okay too. You catch the wind. If you want to change better," said Hanafi slowly and restrained. Like stopping his words before escaping his lips.

"better? This can also make Na catch a cold. Look at this fishnet suit, fit bukna fisherman. Not for Na" said Hany ketus.

"Yes is better. There is a free spectacle," replied Hnafi with origin and laughed.

BUGH ...

"Basic perverted ustad," Hany shouted out loudly.

Hanafi glared at Hany. He was taking a blsem to massage his wife's legs.

"What?" tanya Hanafi pretended not to accept.

"Ustad pervert. Try where there is a meeting to wear this shirt," said Hany ketus.

'Daughter? You are my wife. Forgetting or refusing to remember?" tanya Hanafi explained.

Skak mats ...

Hany could not answer.

"I want to pray first and lazy to argue with bar-bara girls who never want to lose" said Hanafi slowly.

At least Perlhan Hanafi wanted to change Hany's fierce attitude and nature to be more gentle.

Hanafi also directly perform the prayer. While Hanay just stared silently at the super thin and hollow clothes. But if not replace these pants are wet and make the butt uncomfortable. His bed was wet too.

"But ... How to change," said Hany confused.

Hany's plan covers her body with a blanket and removes her pajamas pants and ****** ********. Then he took off his pajaman which was actually only a little wet but still made uncomfortable.

The thin clothes he was wearing and did not dare to bring his face from the blanket.

"It's over?" asked Hanafi who looked approaching. Clearly the shadow looked down to pick up his dirty clothes that were deliberately placed on the floor.

Deg ...

Hany worrying. This shirt really makes it uncomfortable. Moreover, he did not wear underwear.

"Na ... Still wearing clothes? Can you have the leg, right? Don't get me wrong, yes" Hanafi chuckled to himself.