
With a sense of annoyance in the chest just want to enjoy the taste of making love with the wife even during the day, with lust arousing tempest in the soul.
"Who else is," said Arpan. Walked to his doorstep.
Wanted her mouth to curse at the neighbor.
Opening the door, he saw the neighbor with a plastic parcel.
"Son Arpan. This father makes food as parcels please accept yes," said the figure of the old man who became Arpan's neighbor at the time.
"Geez, I guess who. Turns out Mr. Ustadz Ilyas, let's go in, sir" Arpan said. Inevitably he had to delay his desire as much as he could, though it was actually heavy and unbearable. It felt like Arpan's head started to break instantly.
"Oh, where is his wife, not looking?" asked Mr. Ustadz as soon as Sisi came to make. Guests who are not invited to gawk several times say the word istigpar.
Ouh in view of sin, not in view of redundancy, murmured Mr. Ustadz heart at that time.
"I'm home, son Arpan." Beware without shaking hands with Sisi. Mr. Ustadz just dived in.
"Why did the ustadznya ko run?" ask Sisi.
Arpan who saw the appearance of his wife made himself swallow luda, it's worth pak ustadz running Sisi look sexy.
Arpan stood up from his bed pulling his wife's arm.
"Here deh dear," said Arpan stroking his wife's hair.
"Em."
"Tomorrow we are shopping yuk," said Arpan made the soul of women like Sisi thrashed happily. Heard the husband's words at the time.
"Really darling?" ask Sisi. Arpan nodded his head.
"Well, let's start" Arpan asked. He was so happy that nothing would bother him now.
"Now the shopping," said Sisi.
"No, we're sports." Arpan brought Sisi into the room to hold him. So gently.
The flirtatious side makes Arpan as if not strong to resist his delayed desires.
Suddenly the voice of Arpan's phone rang.
"Oh my God, what else is this" said Arpan snorting in annoyance. Squeezing her hair with both hands.
The phone call turned out to be from Delia, with Arpan forced to pick up the phone.
"Hallo."
"Hallo Arpan how the honeymoon is going smoothly" Delia said on a phone call.
"It's not smooth at all because of the disturbance of some people," said Arpan a little ketus.
"Yes, ela .. means I'm bothering dong," said Delia laughing loudly.
"It's very disturbing" said Arpan.
"Yes, already. By enjoy."
The phone was disconnected too.
That's when Arpan was like a starving lion, pouncing on his wife.
"Wait for Arpan" Sisi said. Her face flushed.
"Why again?" ask Arpan.
"The door's not closed yet."
Arpan patted his forehead and said, "I forgot."
Closing the door as soon as possible, made him really impatient back then.
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When Delia and Alan were chatting enjoying the happiness that emanated from them. Alan asked?" How does the same side of Arpan break."
"Say to continue to disturb."
"Co can."
"What don't-don't Arpan's neighbor who's crumpled it up. Who ever nawarin women with her."
"Yes, it could be. But there's a yes, neighbor model that."
"Yes, there must be."
Delia and Alan plan to send a hadia, a holiday for Sisi and Arpan at the time.
"They will be happy" said Delia.
"For sure."
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When the promise arrives Arpan will buy clothes for Sisi is granted as well.
Walking with a wife makes Arpan happy. But on the other hand Arpan is a little uncomfortable because people see Sisi who looks sexy. Making Arpan a little upset, until finally he tried to persuade the wife to wear closed clothes.
"We buy clothes to where yuk is," Arpan invited tightly to hold his wife's hand.
"Where?" ask Sisi. He looked confused because, seeing the clothes in front of his eyes did not match his preferences at all.
"This man, I was brought here. I want to go to the place there," said Sisi menujuk minimal clothes that do look beautiful and sexsi.
"How about if you try this first," persuaded Arpan to his wife, Sisi still still did not want, he refused as if he did not like the offer of her husband.
"I don't like the same gini-rich clothes," said Sisi slightly turned his lips.
"But first try it can," rayu Arpan. Make Siai have to think continuously.
"No like."
With various persuasions to the wife, Arpan was not tired he continued to persuade the wife at that time.
"Not like that shirt, want that sexie." Sisi's hands still point at the clothes he wants.
Arpan continued to plead for Sisi to wear a covered, hijab-wearing shirt. Until finally Sisi began to melt even though half-and-half but make Arpan's heart a little relieved.
After going out to try on the shirt, Sisi showed his current appearance. Arpan was really surprised not to play to see the appearance of Sisi who was so closed to make Arpan's heart happy.
"I look rich, dear mother," said Sisi snorted annoyedly.
"You're really pretty baby" Arpan said to his wife.
Sisi's cheeks began to blush like a dream praised by the husband.
"Yes, I want this."
Arpan who heard Sisi's words was very happy even though in a pushy way but still makes Arpan happy.
At that time, inexplicably Arpan hit his neighbor who had offered his son to Arpan at that time.
"Mother, is ko here?" ask Arpan.
"Oh mommy wants to buy clothes, son Arpan Tumben is here?"
"Yes mom happens to be shopping for clothes for a wife!"
The old mother's eyes glared in annoyance at Sisi.
"Oh, I bought clothes here. Usually the clothes buy sexy," said the old woman. Makes Sisi a little furious.
"Yes, I want to!" arpan answered defending his wife.
"When there is no match-fit wife nak Arpan wear hijab," quipped the old woman. While closing both his hands.
"Let's be able from there, not able to!" timpal Sisi made the old woman round her eyes.
"Who can't I say" said the old woman. Showing her jewelry in plain sight.
"Well, just shut up, let's buy" said Sisi.
Arpan immediately stopped the debate, he was afraid if the debate became a long sheet. Because the old woman who became Arpan's neighbor was really rested.
"True neighbors there is no ahlak," hardik Arpan.
The side were so lucky to get Arpan who always defended himself. Whatever Sisi's situation, he's the guy who accepts Sisi's lack. Although Sisi is actually a bad person, but Arpan does not care about the problem. For for him the past is still the past will not be repeated.