Om Satisfied I'm Squeezed

Ariel the Short Axis

"Ready, my beautiful sister-in-law!" Ariel rubbed Prisa's head lovingly. Usually, Prisa is angry when her stepfather does this, but when Ariel does it somehow Prisa likes him.

Ariel's touch looks sincere and genuinely cares for her. While sending out the blue film as per Ariel's order, they chatted lightly. Ariel's question is very standard, where Prisa is at school, what is his busyness and also what is his hobby.

"Why don't you ask about Mama?" ask Prisa.

"Am I supposed to ask you about your mama?" ask Ariel.

"Not so, usually a daughter-in-law will ask about her in-laws. What her in-laws liked, what she disliked and how to attract her in-laws. Why don't you ask? Maybe I can give you a little leak?" ask Prisa.

"For what? To take her heart? To pretend well? I think it's not really me. I'm gonna be myself. If I'm not accepted, yes. I will not force others to like me. It's me, what it is. If your mother wants a daughter-in-law who is very beautiful, smart, from a good and rich family. It's not all in me, but if Mama you want a daughter-in-law who loves her child sincerely and wholeheartedly, I'm the one." Ariel's resolute answer made Prisa even more amazed by his sister-in-law. Ariel plus value in the eyes of Prisa is increasing only.

"Wouldn't if you took Mama's heart it would all be easier? Your relationship will be blessed and you don't have to be afraid Mama will separate you, right?" ask Prisa again.

Ariel smiled at Prisa's question. Teenagers are different, full of great curiosity. "Style in soap operas only! Disagree then separated. We were both married. Who has the right to determine the direction of our marriage, both of us. If Om Bobby doesn't want me, what can I do? If indeed Om Bobby loves me very much and intends to maintain our household, of course he will defend it. I don't care if your mom likes me or not. As long as I'm being right and not hurting anyone else, there's no reason not to accept anyone, except yes. I gave up first when I talked about background. I must have lost."

Ariel's reply that was so resigned and impressed not to have confidence made Prisa increasingly curious about the figure of sister-in-law in front of him. Why did he say that his background was not good. Who is he? What's the background?

"Don't love .. have to be fought for?" prisa asked increasingly curious. In the films he watched, lovers who love each other will fight for their love, even to live as much as they do, why not Ariel?

"Who said I don't want to fight who? I will fight for my beloved husband .. if he too will fight for our marriage. If he doesn't want to, I can't force him. Love is like clapping, if only you can't clap loudly. Relax, I love your brother so much. I'm more afraid of losing your brother than not getting your Mama's blessing. I go to the room first, I want to take a shower. Very sticky. Don't forget your promise, I'll charge you!" Ariel rubbed Prisa's head again and went to Om Bobby's room.

Om Bobby's room is much larger than Prisa's. There is a room with clothes and a collection of watches, wallets, hats and belts belonging to Om Bobby. Ariel opened the closet and fell silent when she saw the collection of women's clothes that were still neatly arranged in it. Yes, the collection belongs to Lisa, the late wife of Om Bobby.

"A lot of clothes, could they have lived in this house? Prisa seems to know Lisa very well" murmured Ariel. He closed the closet door and picked up a clean towel. There was no point in competing with someone who had died. Lisa will forever be in the heart of Bobby. Being in Om Bobby's heart just a little bit is good luck for Ariel.

"Women like me can't be greedy, want this, want that. Getting all of this is already a good thing for me," Ariel's inner self.

Ariel filled the bath with warm water and poured soap into it. He will soak and remove the fatigue that so filled his head.

Today was so heavy. He had already hit Sinta, ruffled Om Bobby's room with their hot activities during the day, caught his sister-in-law's hobby of watching blue movies and more painful is to see the collection of clothes of the late wife Om Bobby who is still neatly stored in the closet.

"Let my life be that easy .." murmured Ariel.

Ariel closed her eyes and enjoyed her relaxed body. Almost Ariel fell asleep if Om Bobby didn't come and give her an erotic massage.

"Ish, you just surprised me!" Ariel was shocked and immediately opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm old. You waited for me to fall asleep, right?" Om Bobby stroked Ariel's soft face with his index finger.

"Mm .. not really. I enjoyed soaking in warm water with this very fragrant soap. I fell asleep so much" Ariel replied honestly.

Bobby smiled at Ariel's reply. "Yes, anyway. This is Lisa's favorite soap. It relaxes because of the smell."

Hearing Om Bobby's answer, Ariel's heart that was calm again burned with emotion. The shadow of Lisa's clothes neatly arranged in the closet plus Lisa's favorite soap that is still always available makes Ariel's irritation increase. Suddenly Ariel stood up and walked down the shower. He turned on the shower and rinsed off all the traces of soap on his body and took another soap.

Ariel smelled a masculine soap, of course the soap she was holding was Om Bobby's. He wore it several times until Lisa's fragrant soap was replaced with Om Bobby's fragrant soap.

"Hey, Honey. Why are you rinsing your body with other soaps?" Bobby noticed what Ariel was doing.

Ariel turned off the shower after the soap was all gone. It was so fragrant that his body was shed several times. Ariel took the bathrobe and put it on. He looked at Bobby tightly. Seeing her husband who looks ordinary and unconscious has hurt her, Ariel the short wick is unable to hold back her emotions.

"I deliberately rinsed it a few times" Ariel replied as she folded her hands over her chest.

"Yes, why? Don't you feel good about soaking in this soap?" Bobby picks up Lisa's soap.

"Oh .. If necessary I will rinse again. I didn't know it was your late wife's soap. If you know, I prefer to shower with detergent alone rather than having to continue to be equated with it. Sorry, Beb, it's time you realized, I'm not Lisa. Don't you ever see the two of us, or I'll be so mad!"

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