Red Noctah
Part 72's
The next morning when Bila was awake, she did not find her husband in her bed. The man had apparently just come from the mosque for morning worshipers.
"Morning ....!" his broom while landing a kiss of love on his forehead.
"A very handsome man who just came home from the mosque" he smiled.
"Sir, get up and look in bed?" The woman quickly complied, she was aghast to see a red-stained bed sheet there.
"Jeez .. until the deluge of gini," he lamented uncomfortable.
"You go clean in the bathroom, let me change the bed cover."
"Don't, I'll, '" he felt ashamed. The woman immediately went to the bathroom. When out of there, Razik has been moved to sleep on the sofa, and the middle bed cover is executed.
"Mas, I'm sorry to be ngrepotin," he said feeling bad.
"No dear pa-pa, do not feel bad rich that way," he replied casually. Moving Razik back after everything was clean.
"Mas can you do it for a minute?"
"What Deck?" Bhishma paused her activity for a while and turned to look at her.
"Help this, my resume seems to be stuck how is this?" she's a little nervous. Quickly turned his back and immediately looked down amused.
"Mas, what's in diem? Can't you?" She is busy with her own fantasies.
"Astaghfirullah .. I was washed away dear, your skin is very smooth making me can not resist," he said honestly. The man groped softly, and smelled his shoulders and nape presented before his eyes.
"Mas .. sorry yes, again network mode, so can not on, who is patient Mas, maybe a week," regrettable feeling sorry to see her husband who is anxious and increasingly tighten his body in response to her.
"I always couldn't help myself, sorry? Can I make a lot of stars here?" point it over her chewy lump.
The woman smiled faintly, before finally nodding in response.
"Please dear," he said sparkling. Early in the morning can breakfast bohay who can bear, of course normal men must be provoked as well.
When he smiled, he looked at himself with many red marks there. However, all that is not over because his life partner is currently highlighting it full of fog of passion.
"Darling, would you please help me?" he took his wife's hand and pointed it at the center of his body.
When a little surprised, but he tried not to be seen.
"Please .. jinakin yes, I can't do all day if I torture gini, baby," he said honestly.
"Yes, sorry to make you restless" he said smiling.
A radiant and relieved face instantly emanated from his face as something intense rumbling managed to let go. She is really good at making her husband happy. There was always a way to calm his heart.
"Thank you" he smiled and immediately showered with a kiss.
"Yes, are you relieved now?" tanyanya.
"Huum, you're so pinter that I'm floating. Masya Allah .. the more love deh me," he said pulled in his arms.
"Udah yes Mas, take a shower! Let me get your needs ready?" The woman rose from her original position and cleaned up the rest of her husband's delinquency. Bisma smiled in response to that.
"Later to move yes, from today you stay in my house," the man interrupted.
"It needs to be yes, qkMas, deket gini as well, just stop by if you want to go to your house," he explained.
"Not so dear, let us be more independent, I've also prepared a cute room for Razik, he'll have grown bigger, it's impossible to sleep the same as we continue," he gives understanding.
If it is not a problem actually living anywhere, only had time to think also because at home there is her husband's brother, Pandu. Of course it becomes a consideration if settling there, not anything but feel uncomfortable of course there is another man who is the same age as her husband in his home. Nevertheless, when according to.
The five-step moving event still drains energy and energy when packing and going back and forth.
"Darling, did you get this invitation?" The bisma accidentally found an invitation-only acacia paper tucked away in a nightstand drawer.
"Yes, why?" tanyanya.
"Couldn't you? This is from the management group that will run the film sessions and all agencies involved in it, including sponsors who will handle advertisements. Are you among that person?" ask Bisma curious.
It was an open invitation to fellow teams, but not to the public. Obviously, everyone who was invited to that special dinner was definitely involved there.
"Owh .. said yes, but I didn't work in it Mas, only they adapted the film from one of my novels" he replied with a proud smile.
"Masa' anyway? 'The title of Miss' is your author? Masya Allah .. I got goosebumps and moved to read it, see the sincerity and freshness of Andra for the trials that hit him," he said amazed.
"You read it? That's the result of my hand, Mas, maybe again lucky to be glimpsed by the producer," he said gratefully.
"I became kepo .. why the title 'Hindu Title' is very representative of every player in it. It is as if it were about the sinful son of man, and wanting to repent, longing for the outpouring of the love of his Lord."
"You read it turns out, ah .. when I want to keep it to myself. I did not want to be taken even for an interview. I honestly don't care in front of the camera."
"Cool you, Dek, congratulations?"
"Thank you, this must be a lot of wisdom that happens in it. Without us realizing we are even involved in work together, God is indeed full of surprises," he smiled gratefully.
"That means tonight, can you please let me come?" sloth squealing.
