My Teacher's Husband's Id
Part 6 ~ Om-om pervert
It's been 10 p.m. past a few minutes, but neither Keisha nor Ricky have slept.
Keisha sat on the side of the bed, poking her lips, while Ricky sat on the sofa playing with his flat object.
There was silence between the two after a debate over who would sleep outside the room.
"Sir Ricky!" call Keisha.
"What else? Stay asleep is no problem, Kei!" pissed Ricky.
"Yes, but I don't sleep in one room either! I don't want to sleep with my dad! Ntar sleeping on unboxing suddenly how?" ask without filtering.
Ricky turned the lazy eyeball, put his phone on the table and walked over to Keisha. Holding the shoulder of the girl who was now looking up at him.
"So that's what you think?" Ricky's lips are drawn. Turns out his little wife wasn't as innocent as he thought.
The average person who thinks so because they have or even often watch adult genre dramas.
He lowered his head, closing his lips right in Keisha's ears.
"I'm not interested because your body is not sexy!" he said and left.
"Sir Ricky!" pekik.
Clenched his hands while looking at Ricky's departure who was going nowhere. Keisha's gaze was then fixed on the mirror as bright as his future that filled the closet.
Stand up and examine his body from top to bottom. "Gue less sexy what's njir? My chest is big, my ass is full of gini. Cataract time yes old man's eyes," his scolding, unconsciously Ricky heard his grunts from outside the door.
The clock's needle is ticking, it doesn't feel like time is passing so quickly. However, Ricky did not go to Keisha's room.
Lie if Ricky is not tempted by what he should get. Moreover, this afternoon he saw perfectly smooth thighs and cleavage Keisha who looked seductive.
Looks like Ricky's crocodile soul will really appear on the surface if long-time with Keisha.
"Why haven't you slept yet, son?" asked Mr. Wilson who had just come out of his study, making Ricky who was watching television turn his body.
"Getting to watch, sir."
"Have you slept?" Wilson sat right next to his son-in-law.
Since then the middle-aged man was waiting for the arrival of his daughter-in-law because he wanted to talk about serious things about Keisha.
"It's like sir."
"How do you think Keisha is?"
"No, how the hell. She's pretty like a girl in general." Ricky always answered as necessary with a focused look on the TV screen.
If I'm honest he's gerogi is near his in-laws, I don't know what. Mr. Wilson's aura defeats his aura.
"She's a stubborn child, fond and very dramatic the same situation. I hope you can understand her behavior."
Ricky nodded without making a sound.
"Now Keisha is your wife, she's your responsibility. If there's something you don't like about him, you're free or teach him a lesson."
This time Ricky looked at his in-laws, not expecting the middle-aged man who loved his daughter so much to say so.
"Why not Mr Wilson?"
Wilson laughed while patting Ricky's shoulder randomly.
"Because papah can't bear her country, so papah ask you to marry him, son."
"After that, you better follow Keisha. It was 12 p.m., anyway" said Mr. Wilson, pushing Ricky's back.
"Oh my spirit, papah wants grandchildren."
Ricky smiled faintly at the words of his in-laws, but still gave a thumbs up as if to carry out the middle-aged man's orders.
He opened the door slowly. The lights are still on but the owner has slept tilted, until the corner meets the corner.
Ricky continued muttering, pulling Keisha's legs together to sleep in a straight position. He then slept next to his wife.
"Love you Mahesa" Keisha muttered with a smile, but the girl's eyes were tightly shut.
Ricky held his breath as Keisha's hands and Keisha's feet in unison locked onto his movements.
"Crazy girl, sleep is not wearing a bra," her inner self. The small stones in Ricky's neck moved quickly, especially Keisha continued to move small until the chewy object rubbed against Ricky's arm.
"Basic teaser!" Pushing Keisha's body was quite rough, then sleeping in the direction of the girl.
***
"Hiyyaaaaaa sir Ricky perverted!" yelled Keisha who had just opened her eyes. Surprised when he woke up next to Ricky, even hugging him.
The screeches wake Ricky up, staring flat at the girl who always tests his patience every day.
"My eardrum is almost broken!" ricky Nagel.
"But you pervert, how come it's a warp?"
"Heh who's hurting, hm?" Ricky roughly put Keisha's hands and feet away from her body.
Ricky got out of bed, in contrast to Keisha who was devoted to his stupidity. Obviously he was hugging Ricky, but why was he yelling? Really ridiculous.
"Crazy, don't let Mr. Ricky know that I dream of unboxing with him." Shake his head quickly.
The two different generations of humans descended downstairs for breakfast after being neatly dressed in their respective clothes.
Keisha and Ricky find Mr. Wilson welcoming him full of smiles. A smile that has another meaning.
"That's the sleep?"
"Banget, sir," said Ricky.
Eating food on the table, in contrast to Keisha who pleaded not like her om-om husband.
It was always the old man replying to ambiguous sentences from his papa.
"Here, Kei's lazy breakfast." Move without touching anything.
"Kisha!" firmly mr Wilson.
"Keisha set out first pah!" he strutted while running without greeting the two men who were at the dining table.
The girl stopped a taxi that happened to pass in front of her house, apparently just dropping off passengers.
You should know why Keisha came so fast today. It was because of Mahesa, the man had a sports clock in the first hour.
After arriving at school, Keisha ran into the field. Approaching Mahesa who was standing on the field while shooting the ball into the ring.
Mahesa is a very ambitious student, what she has become her goal will be striving for to actually get it.
Like this basketball tournament. The man is willing to lose time off or play just to train his abilities.
"Sir Mahesa!" pekik Keisha, who was standing on the side of the field, waved the stairs so that he managed to take the man's attention.
Keisha's smile expanded as Mehesa ran towards him. She quickly gave him the bottle she bought in the cafeteria.
"Gue deliberately bought a drink, surely Mahesa was thirsty" he said.
"Thanks." -." Receiving the drinking bottle. Sipped it up to the toilet without realizing Keisha's gaze was examining the small protrusions that were on Mahesa's neck.
Keisha blinked slowly looking at Mahesa who was drying sweat with a basketball shirt attached to her body.
"It's very exciting for my future" he murmured.
"What by the way?"
"Our future," she grinned.
