Noctah Black Marriage

Hans's Reaction

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“Salma actually does not contain. Look at her stomach!” papa is satisfied.

Hans turned his head, his two nets were fixed on my stomach which suddenly deflated and he realized. My heart flutter is growing faster. Now this can only be resigned to what will happen in plain sight.

“So, Papa already knows?” Hans asked back.

“What? Did you know that Salma doesn't contain?”

“Iya, Pah.”

“Mas, so you already know? Since when? Why are you quiet? Aren't you angry?” I was worried because of his relaxed-looking reaction.

“Which I may not know, Yang. We have one roof. I was silent, just waiting for the time when you would come clean. Uh, but first Papa. You don't worry, I'm fine, kok,” he replied with a smile.

Instantly this chest is plong, breathing a sigh of relief. Haru and happy to mix into one. I really didn't think Hans was angry. He's really changed. It really made my heart fall back in love.

“Yes, since you already know, you better split up! After all, there is no compelling reason to defend a household heresy tainted with treason,” said Papa.

“Pah, we'd better leave it to the two of them. We as parents, do not interfere too much.” Mom opens her voice.

“Mama how is this? Want Salma to suffer again?” Papa won't accept.

“That's not the point, Pah,” said mama.

“Anyway, Papa hope they split.”

“I, please, Pah. Don't separate us. I will not make that mistake again. I really mean it.” Hans to rest at papa's feet.

“What are you doing?”

“I beg you very much, Pah. I regret that stupidity. I promise, will make up for everything by continuing to make Salma happy,” said Hans. 

“Salma, do you want to continue living with this man?”

“True, Pah. Salma wanted to give Mas Hans a second chance. Therefore, please do not ask us for a divorce.” This time I made a strong decision.

Silent .. Papa took a deep breath and seemed to think.

“Ok. Hold your word! Don't let Salma be disappointed again. If it repeats itself, Papa who will immediately intervene himself to reply,” Papa stressed in the end even though disappointment is clearly drawn on his face.

*** 

 Papa-mama has returned to Malaysia. Papa's words are ringing, ‘Salma, this has been your decision. We just hope you're happy. We're old, maybe we'll be too old. We hope, can die peacefully’.

I see, their affection is both very great. Both are scared and unwilling if their child is hurt. But I am sure of my decision. As much as possible, I tried to defend this household.

Now I am a full housewife. I'm getting used to preparing for Hans's needs before leaving for work. Like the clothes I've ironed neatly. Actually not too neat, anyway. It was hard to rub that shirt. If only I still earn big, maybe I will buy an ironing machine as well as an automatic lipart. That's what I've seen on the medos homepage. The price would need a pocket not a little. Where was the thought. My usual laundry clothes or not Hans are ironing.

Early in the morning, I prepared breakfast in the kitchen. Although cook alakadarnya. Because of the strange and complicated cooking, I can't. Fortunately Hans always happily ate my dishes which were sometimes salty or tasteless.

Oya, Hans has decided to take care of his friend's cafe. His income is about five million a month. That amount cannot be enough for me. Hence, I had long retired guts, spas, face treatments to the doctor, shopping for luxury items and eating at expensive restaurants. I stopped all and tried to hold back. That five million should be enough a month for the cost of food, electricity, and gasoline Hans motor. The car was sold, the money was saved for emergency funds.

Growing up from a well-to-do family, from a young age being able to buy whatever I wanted, it was unexpected that I could change as well. Actually papa-mama often offered me help that they used to say pocket money, but kutolalak. It feels just shameful. Moreover, living with Hans was my own choice that they did not like.

“Yang, you still come month?” hans asked almost every night.

I have had seven days of menstruation. However, on the eighth day I was completely clean and had a big shower. The plan was to tell you, Hans must be happy.

However, this time he did not ask me at all whether I was still coming the moon or not? Even busy calculating the profit and loss of cafe revenue. The wall clock is 21:00 p.m. Maybe he's tired of the same answer.

He said under these circumstances, the wife should take first or ask the husband? It feels really, really embarrassed, huh? You see, it was Hans who always asked first. If I hadn't tried, this desire would not have been conveyed and I wouldn't have slept well. A day at home, sure, makes me tired too. In the past, because of fatigue work, sometimes the desire to be connected just like that by drowsiness. Unlike now, I have an excess of energy to do so.

The theory of flirting with the husband first has a hat in the head. He said his wife would get a reward. Lucky ‘kan? It is good, the reward is. When will this opportunity come again? I continued to monologue with my heart between shyness and unyielding push.

Finally, my knowledge of asking first I will practice. Wouldn't it be a pity if the science was only memorized? Just futile.

I wore a black lingerie that was as long and transparent as possible. The lace of the brucat also adorns the edges. Make these sexy clothes look beautiful. My hair is high, to show a challenging neckline to mark. I polished a little makeup to sweeten the face. Not to miss the perfume spray that will make him drunk.

One, two, three. I got out of the room. Towards Hans who was in the front room of the TV. His eyes were still busy with the numbers on the note sheet. His hands were busy with balps and calculators. Occasionally his hands rubbed the temple. He looked so serious that he was unaware of my presence.

“Ekhm,” dehamku.

“Ya Yang, haven't slept?” he asked without looking at me sitting on the edge of the table, in front of him.

“Ekhm,” me again.

This time he raised his face and ... his eyes instantly opened wide without blinking. How not, his wife sat across the legs, the lingerie blushed to display both smooth thighs. I puffed my chest to highlight the sexiest part and a throw of an alluring smile with a twinkle of naughty eyes.

Satisfied with the seductive pose, I continued with a more courageous action. Stand up and bend, sit on his lap. 

“I'm clean,” my whisper tickles his ear. His shoulders shuddered immediately. “Don't wait, your wife can't stand it,” I whispered again, this time with *******.

Hans immediately grabbed this body. As it just dawned. His lips incessantly rained down on his face, down to his neck, down again to his lower area. His hands guerrilla to and fro while squeezing. His breathing sounded dull.

“Yang, why not from earlier?” ask him on the sidelines of the struggle.

“Mas, move, yuk to room!” take me.

“Tanggung, here only,” sahutnya with hunting breath.

Cling, guprak, klotak .. objects on the table fall to the floor. 

Mom, does anyone remember my husband after reading this?? Hihihi 🤭

This part makes adem, right? Wait for the next part, the blood will boil again. 🔥

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