She's Maduku

Kisya Abiyu Part 3

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"I'm Kirania, Kirania rosalie."

"I'm Abiyu malique."

They shook hands by throwing a friendly smile, finished getting acquainted, Abiyu continued her question and answer session.

"Left.. I call Kiran can I?"

"May sir."

Abiyu began to look very carefully at the identity of the girl, she even brought a graduation letter, SKCK, yellow card, doctor's letter and even a curriculum vitae. "A lot of you take it, they want to apply for PT or company?" He said with a light smile.

"There's a picture of him too, sir." Saut Kiran

"the photo? 4×6 surely?"

Kiran nodded.

"Not all the diplomas?" Abiyu Ledek.

"If there is a sir."

"Where is the diploma?"

"Still in detention at school."

"Why?" Curious.

"Not paid SPP 4 months."

"Oh..." Abiyu nodded. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay sir."

"Hopefully my wife's decision is right, while helping her economy."

"Keep sir read my biodata." Kiran said.

"Later, take it easy.I believe you." Abiyu placed Kiran's biodata file on the table, she leaned back by crossing her legs. "If so, from Monday you immediately work."

"I'm accepted sir?" Kiran asked enthusiastically.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you very much, sir." He smiled sweetly, even very sweetly.

"Oh yeah, one more."

"Why sir?"

"Don't call me father, we're not far away, it's only a 5-year gap."

"Nice sir, I don't think it's polite."

"It's okay, just call Brother."

"Sister?" Kiran raised both eyebrows

Abiyu nodded. "Yes, that's okay, take it on me and your sister Kisya."

"Maybe?"

"Can." Sambar Kisya who had just been present among their small talk. She sits herself next to her husband.

"Kayla's sleeping Yank?" Ask Abiyu.

"Udah, if you are not impressed, you must have slept from earlier."

"Yes sorry."

"Oh yeah.." Talk to Kiran. "You started working today."

"Today?"

"Yes, let's just 2 days, you can be more familiar with my daughter, so no surprise when I stay."

"Bo.can.."

"It's okay, right?"

"It's okay ma'am, I'm smiling instead."

"Don't dong's mother, I'm still young."

"Oh.i.iya sis."

"Yes, I went to yank's room, you just kept talking." Said Abiyu speaking to Kisya, she got up from her seat, then went to the room, while Kisya and Kiran, were still in the living room.

"Come. I take a tour, let you know which room I am in, which room my daughter is in, we're next door because, fear taper."

"Yes ma'am."

"Lohh.ko mother again?"

"Oh.iya.iya Brother."

"Come on."

Kisya began to wander around, introducing all the rooms to the young Babysister, and showing him where his room was, his daughter's room, and the forbidden area that no one should carelessly enter. "My husband's workspace, my private room and Vitnes' room."

"Yes, brother."

"Jagan asked why?"

Kiran smiled. "Yes, I understand you too"

They walked back through each room, stopping at the balcony. "The apartment is big, brother, I just entered the apartment once."

"Both brother is good?"

"Good, my father was the ultimate champion of the pokonya."

"Silver is lucky, have a good husband, two are also good, many love the same brother."

"Yes Ran, I'm grateful to have them."

The day changed, two days were already Kiran working with Kisya, and Kayla started to get along with Kiran, not only that, during these two days Abiyu and Kisya worked together to really keep an eye on Kiran. His movements, his attitude, his character, his honesty, and how he treated his daughter, all of them watched very closely.

"Where do you think?" Kisya asked the husband who was currently discussing inside the study, Kisya leaned his body on Abiyu's chest.

"It seems all is well, our daughter is also like playing with Kiran." Saut Abiyu rubbed his wife's shoulder.

Kisya. "I think so too."

"He's just babysitting our daughter, right? is there nothing else?"

"No Biy, no Babysister."

"Your cooking, right?"

"Yes, my dear husband." She pinched her husband's hood.

"So I don't want anyone else's cooking other than yours."

"I know, you just calm down, cook me up."

"I'd be so angry if Kiran cooked." Abiyu said giving a warning.

"Yes.."

"Now go up."

"Where to go?" Kisya scrunched her forehead.

"Come here." He patted his thigh, asking his wife to go up on his lap.

"Why what?"

Abiyu, close his face to the wife's ear. "You asked for rations." sucked the nape of the wife's neck, leaving some traces of the ownership stamp there.

"Come?"

"So morning you refused me, now I ask." Not only giving a red stamp, he even began to lower the zipper dres in the wife wear.

"Dear Abiiyyy, my husband.can't be in the room later?"

"No, you're here. Wrong himself just now refuse."

"Clearly refuse, people you ask in the kitchen, which really, if our child wakes up how?"

"Our son never wakes up at that hour, dear."

"You forgot, in our house there are new inhabitants? did Kiran suddenly wake up? look at us again in combat, how do we try?"

Abiyu did not care about the ravings of Kisya, he continued to lower the dres that Kisya wore.

"Abi...." Kisya's voice now sounded very soft, she bit her lower lip, holding back so as not to let out a sighing sound, which would lead her to an actual battle.

"Why baby? you won't be able to question it." He continued down the curves of the wife's body, when all the clothes he was wearing came off, and only left the lace that covered his chest.

"Abby...."

"Suutt.. Someone will be horrified." Abiyu carried Kisya's body up onto her lap.

Kisya can only resign, by letting the husband be satisfied with me*cup throughout his smooth body. "Not on the neck." Always remind your husband of that.

"Gak Yank, I know ko." Saut Abiyu, without stopping his activities that are currently busy giving a stamp of ownership under the neck, above the navel.

Linger there, while Kisya continues to tease her lower lip. "Biy.huh.."

Kisya's sigh, making Abiyu even more crazy, he immediately asked his wife to start leading the battle. "Come on Yank, before our son gets here."

Kisya started the battle, and Abiyu enjoyed the movement of the wife very much. "It's amazing, baby."

Not yet finished fighting, suddenly there was a sound of Kayla screaming calling her mother. "Mother...."

He stopped at the third blow. "Abys.. Kayla?"

"Kayla...?"

"Yes Biy.."

"Mr.s..." Kayla shouted back, even this time her voice sounded closer.

At that time Kisya immediately came down from the lap of the husband, then picked up one by one the clothes scattered below. "Mr Biy..."

All of a sudden. "Jgld.."

"Trun Off again." Inner Abiyu muttered.

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