Oi! Miss Call...

CHAPTER 56 Your Mouth Harimau

Melvin widened his eyes, making sure he didn't hear wrong. The darkness of the night, made Disra not have to cover her face because she was ashamed of her words.

Disra reached out her hand, touching the hand of the husband. With a quick movement, Melvin pulls the wife, until Disra is on top of him. They looked at each other, though they were not sure they could see each other between them.

“I want you too. But ...”

The cup! Melvin's words stopped because Disra was clogging her husband's mouth. She gave a soft kiss to the husband's lips. Sweeping, sipping, even breaking through. “Just do what you want,” whispered Disra.

Melvin touched the wife's cheek, his gaze was impatient, full of love, full of cravings. He pulled the nape of his wife and began to kiss her opium lips. Their eyes closed enjoying every touch. Although, in a dark state that does not allow them to see clearly.

I want everything to go naturally. Following the instincts of human need, which are based on legal love. Yes, their love is legal in the eyes of state and religious law.

The touch and friction from their skin, further inflames the tempest in the soul. Melvin treated Disra like a delicate flower.  He is like a bee that has determined the flower that will be in the prey.

One by one the flower petals are released, until a very beautiful flower crown is seen. Breaking through to be able to sip the sweetness of the essence of flowers in the pistil of flowers. The nectar is not left.

The shrillness of Disra's mouth makes the bee drunken of the nectar the flower has. The night is getting late, but the bee does not want to stop, as if the flower has an infinite supply of flower juice.

Disra just grasps tightly the sheets. Holding back the crying so that the husband does not stop. She wants Melvin out, she wants her husband to be satisfied. Yes, she will do her duty as a wife. Eventually, they get tired after getting satisfaction.

Melvin stared at the wife, the room lights so bright. The traces of love are still visible. The clothes were scattered because Melvin was throwing the place. However, that is not the focus of Melvin.

Obviously tired of the wife, who is now asleep very soundly. Disra skin that has redness at a certain point, so aware Melvin himself is very fond of his lover.

Disra opened her eyes, slowly opening her eyes. She saw her husband who looked sad.

What's wrong?

Did I make a mistake?

Did I look like a lady last night?

“Melvin,” call Disra.

“Ya.”

“What's up? Did I make a mistake?”

Melvin shakes. “I made a mistake. I ... shouldn't hurt you,” he said lowered his head.

Disra grinned her forehead. “You didn't hurt me.”

Melvin pulled out the blanket that Disra used. The woman still looked embarrassed to face the plain circumstances. Disra looked at her own body, seeing the sign of love on her body. The sign he had seen on a group of girls when he was still sitting on the bench of High School.

The joke he made with Felix. Every Monday, he and Felix would bet. Mentioning one female name, which girl would come in uniform, whose collar was raised to cover the c*pang marks on the neck.

Miris, Disra is sometimes upset with a small group in her school first. Some of them are dating over the line.

“This is a reasonable thing. As long as I don't mind, doesn't it matter,” explains Disra.

He wanted to cry, why would anyone be so genius in IT. However, it is very foolish in a husband and wife relationship.

“But I hurt you,” Melvin said.

“But I enjoyed it,” said Disra biting her inner lips.

“Really?”

“Are you not?” ask Disra back. She was afraid she could not satisfy her husband.

“Sure, I really enjoyed it,” replied Melvin enthusiastically. “But why is it bleeding again? That's more than yesterday,” said Melvin innocently pointing to a red stain on the bed sheet.

Disra saw the red stain shown by Melvin. It feels like crying. But he could only cry in his heart. Yeah, she's afraid Melvin's traumatized.

Disra confusedly explained to her husband. He didn't know why he could bleed again. However, he had heard of something like this ever happening. She was sure it was not menstrual blood, her monthly arrival date was still a long way off.

Two people who are not ready to marry, two people who have little experience, two people who lack education s*sual. A couple who need to learn a lot about husband and wife relationships.

“Robek perfect? Meaning?” ask Melvin curiously.

“I don't know!” hardik Disra's. He's massaging his own forehead.

“Do we need to go to hospital?”

“Do not!” exciting Disra. “Em, he said ... if done repeatedly, also will not come out again,” he added.

“Do you feel pain?”

Disra immediately shook her head violently. “Did you hear me screaming in pain?” tanyanya withholds shame.

“No,” replied Melvin honestly.

Disra gives a sweet smile to her husband, as well as Melvin who gives a genuine smile.

***

Your mouth, your tiger. The right words for Disra. After they had a shower and breakfast. Melvin didn't let Disra into the office. He wants to prove the words of his wife who said ‘if done repeatedly, also will not come out again’. Yeah, Melvin repeated what they did last night.

Melvin smiled very happily, he felt a burst of happiness. Melvin's wide smile turned upside down on Disra, who tried to catch her breath as she tried to keep up with her husband's play. Not only did not work, Disra also skipped college. The newlyweds are showing that they are right about a couple who have just married. Spending most of the time in bed.

The day continues, their relationship is still kept secret. Disra breathed a sigh of relief because Melvin had only locked her up for one day, it was inconceivable that it would continue.

“Ah, I want again,” murmured Melvin.

“Fokuslah. Put me down at the usual place!” firmly Disra. In one day, her husband turned into a man mes*m.

***

Melvin can only see his wife from the CCTV screen. Smiling at the glass screen. However, his smile slowly faded as he saw Raska coming over to his wife and scrambling her hair.

“What is that guy?” furious Melvin.

He immediately contacted the receptionist on the floor Disra was on. Ila immediately raised the call, saw the number that called from the highest boss, making Ila swallow her own saliva.

“Good luck ...”

“All Delivered to my room!” hardik Melvin disconnected Ila's speech.

“Good, Mr. Peter,” said Ila.

Ila went straight to Disra's room. “Dis, called Mr. Peter,” he said gasping.

“What's up?” ask Raska.

Usually the one called facing is the project leader or the seniors. And never did the supreme leader call.

“Don't know, from his voice sounded very angry,” explained Ila.

Disra and Raska looked at each other. Their dateline project is still a long way off.

“Do I need to accompany?” ask Raska.

“No need. I can do it myself,” replied Disra.