Single Boss Storage

23 Roller Coasters

"Uuhhh!"

Moura spread her hands up, it felt like she was very tired. After almost a day of testing, he also had to do his job as Admin in the Project.

"Eh, what was I told to HRD?" keysha asked Moura before the two sped home.

"There's a test for assessment he said." answered Moura soberly.

"Oh yeah? What can Ko do?!" keysha asked curious they actually engaged in a conversation on appeal out now to do a home attendance.

"Said to ask for a replacement Mba Shaveera who wants maternity leave" explained Moura while tidying up her desk.

"Huu... It's not your friend's cans on this one!" praise Keysha with her sparkling face. "You've made the ultimate tax!" then he flirted.

"Eh but watch out for the talk in front of Mba Shaveera, he's much worse his mouth is falling on the gecko!" keysha's suggestion reminded Moura.

"Emaaang.." moaned Moura had experienced the condition and then the two were blown together.

The tring!

[Bee, I'll take you home... What time did you come home? ]

A short message from her ex-husband was read by Moura immediately and Moura quickly replied that she did not need to go home with her friend. Raffa immediately contacted Moura at this time, it was fortunate that Keysha was still beside him that he could fool Raffa at this time.

"Lunatic lu... Who's that?" keysha asked after returning Moura's phone.

"Her father Qilla.." - Moura.

"WHAAAT?!!!"

Keysha's shock ended there, because Noegha had been near them.

"Well, I unplug it first..." Keysha immediately left Moura before she quickened the scathing scolding of the gecko.

Moura threw her breath rough, then just like the previous deal Moura was delivered home by the current Noegha.

"Did your ex-husband move here?" noegha asked again to question the existence of Raffa who became his biggest threat.

Honestly Moura explained Raffa's current whereabouts, Noegha was a little relieved to hear it. If only Moura had been honest about her relationship last night, Noegha might be angry right now.

"So Qilla's with her dad?" Noegha had been in the courtyard of Moura's house. "Well, we can go on a date together, right?" noegha asked approaching Moura's position.

The woman was too scared that Noegha would always steal a kiss from her. When it will revolve the girl's hand in a strong grip by Noegha. Noegha was so emotional about Moura's closeness to her ex-husband that she kissed wildly on the woman's lips until the sound of their tongue and lips that had exchanged saliva.

Noegha's desire was so tempestuous, he continued to suppress Moura's body to the limit of her seat. Quickly, Noegha's hand had shrewdly unbuttoned the Moura canal. With fear Moura again tried to push Noegha's body. Always suddenly Moura's energy slumped if faced with the man who stole his attention. Noegha's lips had reached the neck of his fragrant woman vanilla as fragrant as intoxicating herself.

"Aahhh Noeghaa jangaan... Ssh... Aaarh please jangaaan!" racau Moura who was not listened to anymore by Noegha who had darkened his eyes by his passion.

Noegha quickly unbuttoned Moura's canal and tried his luck asking for a touch more like Moura's baby asking for her mother's milk.

DEG!

Noegha was surprised when he looked at the front of his woman, because there were so many red marks there. White Moura explained the red trail that can be guessed what the sign is.

"Heh... Basic ja*lang!" as Noegha said, his passion fell sharply. "OUT NOW!!" noegha's cry full of emotion drove away Moura.

Moura has been tearful, for the first time she was insulted by a man. Moura quickly got out of Noegha's car, without long Noegha's car speeding up.

"Huhoo... That scoundrel... I just found out there's a most jerk besides Raffa!" Moura rubbed her clear lips and then would not drop her tears for a bastard like Noegha. The man who forced him to do pervert but he also said that he was a ja*lang woman. It hurt Moura to hear it.

"Good, this way he'll stay away from me... Ahaha!" Moura again dropped her tears as she walked towards her rental house.

Moura reached into her phone after entering the house intending to bring her daughter Raffa. Just about to press the call button her ex-husband is already knocking on her door. Moura frowned, she rushed towards the front door and opened it.

"Raffa... How come you're here?"

Raffa already knows Moura's house at this time, because Moura needs to change his clothes to work.

"Udah dong." said Raffa smiling as well as his daughter who greeted her mother with a smile.

"Here I'm the fat Mom..." Moura misses her daughter.

"No... Na's... No... Uh. na..." The baby refused his mother's welcome. Moura was wide-eyed she didn't like being ignored by her daughter.

"Now Shaqillaaa Shanuum!" peekuk Moura upset.

"Hahaha, he's picking on Papap dong, I stink of aceem!" goda Raffa's.

"What the hell, he's also the same as job drying!" said Moura pleasantries, in the air may be fragrant other men stuck in his body.

"The proof is that Qilla still wants to stick to me... Hiya"

"I took a shower first..."

"Don't be pretty, danger I'll be kayaking again last night!" goda Raffa rolled his eyes at Moura who was countered with a stick of his tongue.

Moura rushed to get her towel and headed for the bathroom to clean herself up. Raffa looked back at himself after his ex-wife's body disappeared behind the bathroom door.

"I'm sorry Papap Qilla... You have to experience this." Raffa looked at her daughter who was putting her hand back into her tiny mouth. "If only Papap had listened to Mom to be patient with him first... Arrghs... Papap wants us to be together again, dear." Raffa hugged his daughter.

Moura had finished cleaning herself up, she came out in her nightgown and approached Raffa who was still playing with her daughter. Moura was envious at this time, her daughter chuckling crisply in her ears as Raffa teased her daughter by moving her head in her stomach.

"That's really nice!" cut Moura suddenly approached the two.

"Dih, the language is different now. You're so contaminated so it's like upin ipin."

Buug!

Moura threw a sofa pillow towards Raffa's face, the three of them actually threw a pillow this time. Their laughter broke together.

"Gih took a bath there." Moura told Raffa after laughing.

"Well in your bath!"

Buug!

Moura again hit Raffa's body very hard.

"Hahaha you are a sadistic beneer! Any guy who can stand up to you besides me Bee.. Haha..." Raffa again teases Moura, who is taken seriously by Moura.

Aye! All this time Raffa has been very patient with him, only the man who accepts himself as he is, less and more. Moura shook his head making him have to come back to the reality of his life.

"We're going to the hotel again, right? Or can I sleep here? I miss you my masakin." whined Raffa sad.

"I used to be Masakin... But you hold Qilla first."

"Ready Iaaang!"

With the sumringah Raffa approached Moura and kissed her lips again. Moura closed her eyes enjoying back the man indulging himself like he used to.

"Well ah, later danger I can ask for rations again. You are godain wawe!" raffa said softly.

"Well... It's delicious, you're Mushroom! Little kiss.." hardik Moura got up from the sofa.

"Well, who was hayoooo first... Want to ask for the old one, right?"

"Bang!" as if Moura is upset.

"HAHAHAHA... I'm I lapaaar." Raffa whined her daughter on top of her now lying body.

Moura couldn't stand it today, his life was so roller-coaster he couldn't predict what it would be like. The black shadow of Raffa's affair always drags him to the bottom of the abyss. To Moura it was all an affair. In fact, her husband was initially trapped by his private secretary who fell in love with Raffa. Linda gave Raffa an aphrodisiac medication and recorded and documented it for Raffa.

Raffa had already explained it a million times but Moura did not believe her making the man emotional. He's really looking for an escape on another woman. At home the two will only get into a great dispute until finally Moura steadily filed for divorce to the religious court.

To be continue...

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