Sabila, Sweet Love Young Master

Sabila, Sweet Love Young Master
bab87 Tension at Night



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Sitting in front of a mirror looking at herself who is now legal as the wife of an Andra. After a short and exhausting day. Happy blanketed with the taste of haru mixed into one.


Mom, I hope you're happy to see your daughter married. And my father promised to visit you often, even if you said my husband is the one I should obey right now.


I'm sure Brother Andra won't be able to forbid me from seeing you.


Aahhh. where is the man. Maybe he still sees some of his guests.


Sabil decided to stand up and look through the contents of her husband's room. Not much stuff, just a few bookshelves. The dominant wall is gray and dark typical of men. Not much decoration is there.


Satisfied with the whole room, Sabil walked towards the large curtain that covered the window. Sabil fluttered the curtain with a single pull, there was a large glass behind it. The glass that connects the room with the balcony dangles outside.


Sabil came out, still in his wedding dress. Actually, Sabil's body already felt so sticky but he was confused, when he remembered he did not bring anything to the house. Finally he decided to wait for Andra to come back to ask about clothes and others.


Silence, the night was so calm. There is no sound, but usually the workers always pass by as they please.


Why is it so quiet, have the workers been sleeping at this hour.


Sabil propped his hands together on the balcony guardrail. Staring down, a vast expanse of courtyards decorated with garden lights that add to the romantic impression, plus a small lake as a sweetener.


Ahh beautiful.the air was fresh because of the many trees back there.


"Why are you here" a familiar voice appeared from behind.


Andra put her coat on Sabil, not willing if his little wife feels cold.


"I'm just looking for some fresh air, brother." Just surprised. Her thought.


"It's too cold in this kind of open shirt." Now Andra turned, hugging Sabil from behind.


"Let's go in, won't you clean your body first." His words behind Sabil's ears, the roar of Andra's warm breath made the girl goosebumps in amusement.


"I don't have a change of clothes." What should I wear.


"Have you not seen him? The clothes and other necessities were all prepared."


"Really, I didn't know it was sister." Sabil let go of the husband's embrace, and turned to look at him.


"But if you don't wear clothes, it doesn't matter either." She grinned with a thin grin on her lips.


A small pinch landed on Andra's stomach.


Awwwwws...


"Sick baby..." Andra held her stomach.


"Big brother naughty... Then I'll take a shower first."


Anxious with that cheek, I became even more impatient. Andra smiles to herself.


Sabil rushed into the bathroom, to cover up his embarrassment. He took off all the clothes that were attached to his body. Turn on the shower if you have to soak it will be too long. Doesn't mean that Andra may also want to use this bathroom, she hasn't had a bath like that either.


"Darling, aren't you done yet?" The door blow shocked Sabil. He forgot to bring a change of clothes.


How about this, I don't bring a change of clothes. There's no way I'm wearing that dress anymore, it's dirty and wet. Sabil looked around, there was a bathrobe hanging. He immediately grabbed it and put it on. It is only above the knee, and is tied with a rope so that it does not open.


Slowly he opened the door, popping his head peeking.


Has Andra gone?


Slowly, barely making a sound he stepped. He thought, he should immediately arrive at the room containing the clothes.


"You done yet?"


Sabil did not dwell, pecking at the spot when the voice of the man greeted. Gathering courage, he turned around....


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Thank you for everything, without you I could not have the spirit to continue my story. I was not highly educated, all purely from reading the novels of the authors of pemes, and the advice of fellow authors who were very meaningful.


Sorry if there are still a lot of errors in words and punctuation. Tell the author to grow.


Big love for my dear readers....