Red Noctah
The Part 67
"God! Bim, you? No need to say permission to walk, why at home?" Guides caught those who had just come out of the room. His gaze scanning the lovebirds was full of probes.
"Which rash?" tanyanya researched around.
"There's mom's house, why?" The bisma leads Bila who walks next to him. The woman was embarrassed because there was a Pandu.
"Jiahh .. The base of the newlyweds is no night of the day so," chirped the man in a head-scarf.
"Whispering lo, from now on do not enter my room carelessly, there is my wife," he warned.
"Hmm ..." answered Pandu glanced at the woman who had never once looked at her since her arrival.
"Darling, don't beat her mouth Pandu yes, she likes to curse carelessly," he said solemnly.
"Yes," he answered smiling.
"Where are you going? Do not bother very much with Bisma Bil, you are more beautiful if you are jutek," he said flirtatious.
"Astaghfirullah .. baby come on ah, heresy should not be shaken." They walk in tandem.
Bisma opened the car door for his wife, the man invited his wife to mauk carefully.
"Astaghfirullah ... Mas, my phone's missing, I'll take a minute, okay?"
"You wait here, baby, let it take you." Wherever possible Bhishma could have, to just walk the woman slowly. Understand a little khilaf because a few years can finally touch it again. Once there is a chance to beat repeatedly, it is appropriate to complain tired.
Bisma turned around, returned to her room to pick up Bila's cell phone. After a few minutes passed not finding, Bisma finally fished by contacting him. At first glance, the number of messages in the incoming pop is clearly visible. Including a call from Alan.
Bhishma and When not disabling his phone, just reduce the volume of his ringtone only.
"This is my phone, baby." Bisma put it on her lap.
"Thank you" he replied softly.
"Why are you, still sleepy? Duh ... until lemes that, sorry yes?" Petrifying. There is a sense of pride as well as guilt for making women helpless. Haha
"No, I'm just feeling a little tired" he replied honestly.
"Yes, I'll be responsible for the mijitin, smile dong." When it shows a row of white teeth.
Right at his mother's house, Bisma, fitting meandang maghrib. They were immediately welcomed by the family.
"Ma, which Razik?" todong When so get there, leaving from the morning feels so long.
"There's something inside, the same Mbok Well."
"Daily fussy no Ma, sorry so ngrepotin mama," he said sungkan.
"Not fussy, pinter child so anyway, Mama so crowded house seneng."
"Yes pa-pa stay here and Mama Seneng." Instantly when it becomes relieved.
"Yes, I've been praying since Ma, I went straight to the room huh?"
"When are you sick? Why are your legs hurting?" Apparently the mertunya quite carefully looking at it. Even though when you have tried to walk as normal as possible but the name instinctively still looks strange.
"Mmm .. no Ma, this was .. I ...." When confused yourself.
"Ulah Ma, do not be asked pity until the red face is so."
"Aww... baby, how nyubit anyway!" The man complained and reported to his in-laws, making the pair of beautiful eyeballs annoyed.
"Owh ... Bad bisma too, who is patient with newlyweds," said Bu Mita with a smile. It seemed to have caught the intent of that answer.
"I'm sorry, it really still hurts?" ask Bisma after they get to her room.
"No! Do not have to be asked," upset the woman at once threw away her face.
"Masya Allah .. no dear, I'm just a mastiin." Bisma immediately hugged the woman who was the middle of the frown from behind. Smell at his neck with anxiety.
"Mas don't do that, we'll want to pray," reprimanded When you feel uncomfortable. When the man stole a suction around his neck.
"Dear, baby, just a little nyicip, it looks like I've been opium, so please understand if I just want it," he said honestly.
"I'm a place of worship for you, ma'am, just go if you want, '" replied If you are wise.
"Thank you, you are very understanding, how can I not fall in love with you every day, if you are sweet and delicious gini."
"The argument is over, the hunt takes ablution," he said again.
"Ready booth!" The man darted after stealing a single kiss on the tiny lips.
"Ish .. Razik's father's base," muttered Bila's own anxiety.
After the meeting, dinner continued together. Razik in his father's lap, the man painstakingly feeds his son who ngrecokin contents of the Bhishma plate.
"Darling, it's the same Mother, let me eat first, pity." When he was about to take it in his father's lap, but the little boy whined lazily.
"Let's just baby, please take it for me again" he asked.
If she quickly filled another plate for her husband. Even the woman was feeding the adult man because of his request.
Though at the dining table there is a mother who is equally papa, but Bisma is only indifferent, his age is already at twenty-eight, but when happy can be ridiculous as now.
A few minutes ahead. The contents of the plate were ludes, all turning to her husband's stomach.
"Good baby, tomorrow again?" sloth squealing. When you only reply with a smile.
