ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 167: NAUGHTY GITA

Gita did not want to show her nose and sad face to the husband whom she had allowed to go to Jakrta without him. Prestigious dong, if found out mewek or suddenly in the longing because not used to it without him who promised to stay two days there to meet clients and deliver physical files of his lectures.

But why did his net catch a scene like he was familiar with when his cellphone camera he held and watched carefully.

“A’a at home ..?’ Gita is still holding her phone with her left hand. Exactly like a person who is reflecting while continuing to walk, towards the outside of his room towards the living room will approach the main door.

“Eneeeeng ..” Peluk Gilang who also stepped closer to Gita's body. The body that had earlier damaged his focus during his time in the capital Jakarta.

“This is not a dream, right ? A’a ga so stay at Jakarta?’” leaning Gita on her husband who was already anxious to embrace her.

“Eneng forgot to only marry an ordinary man? I only have a house in Bandung Neng. A’a ga have a place to stay there.” Gilang.

“Kan can stay at home Papi ..”

“Kan Enengnya not coming. Shame, tetiba came just hitchhiking and even did not bring home.” Papar Gilang makes sense.

“Mertua A’a .. it's her in-law A’a. Rich with others.”

“Tetep alone is not good if Enengnya no.” Gilang insisted on feeling uncomfortable at home in-laws without bringing a wife.

“A’a .. shower first yes Neng. Afraid Eneng will not be hugged until morning.” Take him to their room.

“Iya .. Eneng make chamomile tea yes A’a. Let's get sleepy.” Gita immediately to the kitchen makes drinking water that can accelerate drowsiness comes. In order to sleep her husband more comfortable because driving all day would make her very tired.

Clockwise is at 11. It means midnight soon. He did not expect that tonight he could sleep in the same blanket again with his wife as the night before.

“The work a’a is really done?”

“Iya, Neng. Meeting was only 2 hours after lunch.”

“File?”

“The file is only in between briefly because A’a has registered online.”

Gita hugged Gilang's possessive body, happy her husband still home even though it was night.

“Tadi, so last night go home. Because A’a search kost.”

“Create what ..?”

“Recovery hasn't started Neng yet. So you can deal for a minute. But later the task will also require a place to rest. For every hotel rental comes clearly impossible. The cost of us to the doctor to check our children should also be prepared funds. So, A’a decided to look for costs only. More economical. The building is not far from the campus. A’a can walk to it.” Clearly Long cross.

“Why so …? In Jakarta there is Kak Muna's house, there is Papi, there is Daren there is Babe rojak as well. Why stay at kost.” Gita Protests.

“The distance is all far away Neng. BBM is the same as the fall with the cost of boarding. Not to mention later A’a had to mince words with them. It reduces a’a time to learn and work on tasks.” She is very independent and has been very mature thinking about all the consequences that she will face when she sits as a student.

“The cost is large?”

“No. There is only one foam mattress, one closet, one refrigerator, one stove and bathroom inside.” Clearly in detail.

“800rb/month Neng.”

“Huum ... definitely small once.”

“Ga also .. fit kok to ngurung wife one in mya, if fit again want nenemin A’a there. If you want to too.” Gilang's smile never faded on the face of his face.

“Wife one …? How much do you want?” kekeh Gita is proud to have a husband like Gilang. Not only Gita, readers are also kasak kusuk equally nyak, want to find one Gilang model to be a ghost. Sabaaar, we'll train the kids again so they can like Gilang.

“Not want two Neng. That is just enough input one person only, it also sleep must be stacked so that the mattress is enough.” Gita pinched Gilang's nose with anxiety.

“There are – aja.”

“A’a already story about today, a sweet turn that story, was all day what?”

“Ga. Regular aja.”

“Eh .. forgot to say hello.” Gilang slumped to the Gita to greet their future children in the stomach of his wife.

“Hai .. children . I'm not staying in Jakarta, afraid your mother misses the father. You guys have been interrupting all day with Mother. Don't be naughty, later Mommy will be angry with you guys.” Gita smiled at the interaction, her blood flow warmed up to her husband's sweet treatment.

I don't know what was going through Gita's mind at the time. Itself

who pulled his negligee. Then de-trigger the triangle of the cover of the prone area

at the base of his thigh.

Glug.

Gilang swallowed his saliva. His faith was being tested by his own wife. Tell long fasting guys, he should not be given a chance to see things that he has long wanted to explore it. But why his wife is now showing it off. The thing that was not closed now was really torturing his mind. Si Jaka was also very sensitive, he knew it was a couple he had long missed.

“Eneng anything an siih ..?” Cross pulling open negligee to close the very tempting part.

“Maybe ga papa, as long as it is slow.” Answer Gita prevents the husband's hand from covering his body.

“It's very difficult Neng .. A’a fear regret doing it.” Honestly Cross. He looks more like a doubtful virgin, will do so for the first time. Gilang settles down beside Gita.

Gita's naughty hands, fingered her husband's field chest, made an irregular abstract painting. Even worse, the index is straying down. Gilang's two hands he used as a pillow, forming a triangle just to secure his hands so as not to be provoked by the actions of Gita who arrived.

Gita's hand movements really tormented her. Gilang pants are out of place. Up and down movement on Jaka trunk, really spoil Jaka. The object is sensitive, long it feels not touched even in gently treated up and down alternately like that.

“Neeng .. Forgive. A’a ga strong if in gituin.” Rengek Gilang wants to be treated more. Gita just smiled. Coded her husband to sleep a little slanted. Her head is parallel to Jaka, while the iting she deliberately close leads parallel to the head of her husband.

“Eneng just miss the same Jaka aja, a’a. Kalo A’a tired. Sleep over. Eneng play the same.” Busyeeet, Gita naughty. His wrangling hands, holding tightly to Jaka's trunk. Now his tongue had even soaked Jaka's head with his own saliva. The cross is not getting more tormented. Forced Gilang to retaliate by stroking, sometimes pressing the corn kernels that are squeezed in the area. Until the valley was even wet there.

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