Reaching Dreams

Chapter 114

Rahma just got a touch from Frans. His eyes were too tight to open. Besides being tired, he was dreaming too. Frans grew more and more brave to touch Rahma's skin because there was no rejection.

Frans had even stripped Rahma of her own clothes and clothes. Seeing the naked body of his wife, Frans was more eager to touch Rahma. Moreover, the voice de sah an and er@ng an out of Rahma's mouth even with closed eyes.

When going to position himself, widen his wife's p@ha. Suddenly the wife woke up feeling that there was a hard and blunt object touching the core area.

"Sister!" call Rahma with sleepy eyes.

Frans did not say, he was still trying to break into the opponent's goal. The goal seemed to close itself, especially six months the goal had not been broken. The goalkeeper only once got broken so that the goal is back as close as before. It takes extra struggle to get back in the way.

After repeated attempts, Frans still did not give up.

But he added to his strength, until with a little jolt full of energy. Eventually, the wicket was broken too.

"Arghhhh.h sick.." cried Rahma as she reined in the bed sheet.

Frans immediately silenced Rahma's mouth with his lips and began to explore her mouth. He waited for Rahma's property to get used to her presence. After being able to accept and adjust, Frans moved slowly.

Frans whispered words of love in every move. He whispered to Rahma to make a voice so that it would not be heard by others.

An hour later, Rahma had repeatedly felt the release but Frans was still far away. Frans also accelerated his movement to reach the last.

"I love you... Thank you, dear." Frans was happy that his wife had accepted him, albeit with a little coercion.

"I don't want to get pregnant yet, why did you do this?" said Rahma sobbing in Frans' arms.

"Sorry I can't take it anymore. We pray we don't get pregnant. Don't cry anymore, hmm!" Frans hugged his wife after pulling a blanket to cover their bodies.

Frans continued to kiss Rahma's face and occasionally kissed her head. The exhausted Rahma fell back asleep in Frans' arms. Frans fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

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At three o'clock in the morning, Frans woke up to feel his little sister awake again. Rahma who is in the dream world is not aware if her hand plays something that becomes the pride of the husband. At first Rahma just touched it, somehow he finally played the item.

"Snake!" frans said hoarse when he saw the behavior of his wife.

Frans re-entered Rahma asleep as before. Rahma woke up again when down there entered a long, hard blunt object.

"Sister! I don't want to get pregnant. Why else?" rahma protests when Frans has not moved his gun inside his wife's core.

"Will be thrown outside. Just relax!" sahut Frans while moving.

Frans kept his promise, he threw his tadpole over Rahma's stomach when he was released.

After losing his fatigue, Frans went straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. Then alternated with Rahma.

Ms. Sarifah came out of the room when Rahma opened the door of her room to enter the room again after the bath.

"Thank you I don't know. Huft!"

"You why? How like a frightened man." asked Frans when he saw the wife standing leaning against the door of the room.

"Degan... Don't get caught by Mom. Shame on!" rahma replied with a breath still a little hunting.

"Why should I be ashamed? We are legitimate, we are halal. So it's natural to do that. Those who are not yet halal are never ashamed to do so. Even every night they do that. As for us, after six months of marriage just this time. It's also because Brother played forced, where can not marry without doing it." explained Frans long and wide.

"Nothing to forgive. If you need to say sorry, it's Brother who should have said it wasn't you. Because I raped you that day, we became tenuous. Believe me, I fell in love with you when I first met you." replied Frans.

Frans then opened the backpack he was carrying yesterday. He pulled out a box.

"You remember this, don't you? This is all from me. I don't want everyone to know how I feel about you. Enough we both know. I just wish you had the same taste as me."

"Do you know where the word Frahma comes from?" frans asked later because his wife was silent.

"Frans and Rahma!" sahut Rahma is sure.

"That's right! My wife is smart." praise Frans as she kisses her forehead.

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Two months later...

"I love you." Frans said after a hot night.

"I love you too." replied Rahma timidly.

Finally Frans' feelings were relieved. Not in vain his efforts over the years to obtain the love of Rahma.

"Thank you for accepting me who is full of these flaws. Stay by my side, be a complement to my shortcomings. Without you, I will always be lacking. May we be a couple who always complement and perfect each other." Frans continued to kiss Rahma's face until his wife was keen.

"Already, Brother! Tingly."

Frans did not hear his wife's words, he became more and more. Frans even attacked Rahma's lips greedily.

"Sister, I'm tired! Want to sleep, tomorrow morning I have to teach." said Rahma as soon as their lips slipped.

"All right, we're sleeping. After another round, of course." Frans smiled.

Finally, the heat struggle again occurred as Frans wanted. After doing the heat struggle they immediately fell asleep because of fatigue.

In the morning, Rahma was in a hurry because she woke up late. His body felt crumpled after being pounded Frans one night. Frans wakes up when his wife is about to leave for college.

"Sister, I'm leaving first. If you want breakfast, I'll serve it at the table. Big Brother's clothes have also been prepared," said Rahma as she woke up the man who had filled the entire space of her heart.

Frans just squirmed without saying anything, pretending to be asleep. Frans immediately pulled Rahma's hand as soon as his wife was off guard, so Rahma fell on the chest of her field.

"Sister, ishh! I have to leave now, I'll be late." whined Rahma while hitting her husband's chest.

"Morning kiss first, I'll let go!" frans' orders to the woman worship his heart.

Rahma also menci um right and left cheeks then on the forehead of her husband. Frans did not let go of his wife.

"Sister, loose! 'I love the morning kiss."

"Not there, my dear! But here." said Frans while pointing at his lips.

Rahma had to put her lips on her husband's lips. However, when going to rewind his body, Frans immediately clenched tightly and smeared Rahma's lips greedily.

"Hhhh! Bad brother, so mess my makeup!" rahma said pouting.