Romisa Life

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Misa woke up from her sleep when she felt a rash on her back, her hands flailing to scratch but not to the point.

"It's so hard, so gatel," murmured Misa with her eyes still closed.

Arga also woke up when he felt the movement of the person in his arms. He looked down to look down and Misa was trying to scratch behind her back. There was a small smile from his lips.

Arga rubbed Misa's hair gently. "Wake up" he said to the girl who had wriggled left to right.

Misa blinked slowly, her eyeballs widened in shock realizing her position was hugging Arga.

I woke up in a position like this again. How humiliating...

Arga smiled looking at the red hue on Misa's cheek which signified nervousness. "Wake up."

Misa said, moving sideways and then got up and sat down. Arga got up from his sleep and sat behind the body of the girl.

Slowly Arga revealed the long hair that was strung out to be slid right towards the front, then he grabbed a small hanger in the zipper the back of the back intend to open it.

But Misa was shocked, and with a quick alert movement she immediately turned her body back.

"Sua.miku what....what are you going to do?" misa's question gripped the front of the shirt, staring alertly mixed with fear.

"Smorting the drug." Arga answered casually, then he held onto Misa's shoulders and turned the body back to face forward.

"But. but-"

Sreet.

Misa's speech hangs as Arga casually opens with a slow motion of her shirt zipper.

Instantly the body of Misa immediately stiffened, vibrating heat spread throughout her skin.

"Calm down" said Arga gently, stroking the girl's shoulder to calm her down. But wrong, it actually makes Misa more vibrating and stiff.

What did the lion do? And what am I doing?

After applying enough, he again tidied up the clothes of the Mass as before and when about to close the zipper. Suddenly Arga raised his head and lowered his head, giving a gentle kiss on the open shoulder of Mass.

And that again made Misa jump in shock.

Was that ap-a? Something wet stuck to my shoulder.

After finishing the shirt. Arga turned the body of the Mass which was still very stiff, to face him.

"Hurry to heal," said Arga softly, cupping the two cheeks of the tiny face and then again give a kiss on the forehead of Mass.

The Mass was wide unblinking, with a stifled bowed look. His heart was already beating very fast as well as his body felt increasingly hot.

I have to run, I have to run away. Before the lion did more.

"Anu..sua.miku, sep... perti, I. I have not prayed," stamped the Mass, and without wanting to hear the answer of the man before him.

Sreet... Dugh.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom door, Misa was not concerned about the dizziness and rash she felt.

Seeing the manner of the Mass, Arga shouted. "Romisa be careful, you're sick!" His voice echoed in the room.

After a while later.

The handsome man still commented on the smile on his lips as he recalled the reaction of Romisa's body at his touch. "Right plain," murmured Arga quietly.

Then he stepped up to go to the bathroom, but his steps stopped because he did not hear the sound of water from the bathroom. He turned towards the door of the dressing room and slowly opened his door, which featured Mass performing the dzuhur prayer. Arga closed the door and stepped into the bathroom.

"For I am worthy to be his Imam" murmured Arga as he opened the tap water in a separate place from the bath.

Finished taking the wudu he returned to the room room and began to move his limbs to perform the dzuhur prayer.

SERIATE...