Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Dawn Attack

Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

The Part 108

"Mas!"

"Hmm."

Saras was half dead when several attempts to wake Damar were unsuccessful.

This morning, when he woke up he somehow wanted to eat a meal complete with his strength. Last night he had a dream that Harjunot Ali was enjoying a sip under a banana tree, and that is why he was eager to eat the gituk this morning.

"Mas! Let's get up" whined Saras again.

"What time is it?" asked Damar with a hoarse voice.

The man instead of getting up pulled Saras closer. Dipped his head on his wife's chest and hugged her waist.

"Hour four. Wake up come on you're looking for me, huh?"

Damar rose from his position, his forehead slightly wrinkled. "Coughs? You crave that again?" ask Damar.

Saras smiled while nodding his head. Damar back to lay his head like the original position, hugging his wife's waist tighter.

"So there's still time for subuhan, don't you want to be spoiled like last night?" ask Damar while chuckling.

"No! I just want a gitek! So, let's get up!"

Saras withdrew from her husband's body. Damar almost strayed if not nimbly holding the edge of the cot.

"Oh my God, honey. Sadistic bener. You don't want how last night to whine about that?" Damar raises his eyebrows, tries to seduce his wife.

"Gee! Don't want to be horrified!" Saras's face turned red, he remembers exactly how he was last night, did he? Ah, don't-don't! You will be baper.

Saras went to the door. "Buruan, Mum! Later if I go back again, we worship. Don't sleep anymore!"

Not waiting for any more answers, Saras came out of the room. Damar suddenly broke down.

Facing a cravings woman is nothing new to Damar. But his late wife and Saras were very different. If in the past Rachel even with all her might to drive him away because he did not want to get close, Saras was different.

Some times Saras even started first. She was very spoiled and aggressive since she was pregnant, of course it was welcomed by Damar. Unasked, Saras gladly turned himself in. In fact, several times he had to be forced to take off work because Saras did not want to be left behind. It really became a crumbling durian for Damar.

Damar never worried or objected when Saras constantly whining or holding him everywhere. For him, Saras is a tough girl, the girl is more independent than his wife was. He is often left out because Saras can do anything on his own. But now his wife turned spoiled, of course it caused a different sensation for Damar.

Finally Damar felt needed, he could also stay close to his wife without fear of rejection. After this child was born tomorrow, Damar was determined to make Saras pregnant again in the near future, so that he could continue to stick without being expelled.

"Mas!"

The screams of Saras at the door made Damar soar. Due to her dreamy preoccupation, she forgot to take a shower immediately. His wife in front of him was staring in anger. Her sweet face looks creepy many times over. Not wanting to be a victim of the massacre, Damar got up and immediately ran towards the bathroom.

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"Where, anyway, Mas? It's been two hours since we've been back?"

Damar who had walked gontai increasingly wanted to collapse only when he received a terrible reception from Saras.

"It's hard to hear, Ras. I'm from the side of the road to enter Indoapril there is nothing, dear," Damar explained as he walked in and sat in the living room.

Saras followed her husband and sat down beside him. "Why not go to the market?"

"Udah. But out. I'm bad luck."

"No, Kan! I told you to leave this morning, didn't I?"

Damar looked confusedly at his wife. Is everyone pregnant with this hormone really this violent?

"Lah had finished the dawn prayer was about to leave, but who whined for a dawn attack, hhpp–"

Damar's words paused as Saras nimbly shut her husband's mouth. Saras dyed, lest anyone hear Damar's words just now.

"Mas! Don't! Someone will be horrified."

Damar is just mangosteen. Saras's hands were so strong, it made him completely breathless.

After his hand was taken off, Damar breathed a lot of air. "Oh Allah, Race. Are your hands strong?"

"I'm sorry" answered Saras, with sinless grin.

"I'm not good as Indri was asked why the shampoo is running out" explained Saras with a head down. Her cheeks were flushed making Damar even more anxious.

Damar terbahak, his wife is indeed a funny and adorable creature. Unable to stand the pursed lips, a brief kiss landed on Saras' lips.

Got a sudden attack, Saras just glared. She looked at her husband sharply, while Damar still sinlessly continued his laughter.

"If anyone sees what?"

"Yes, let's go to the room."

"Wouldn't! Buy getuk first!"

Damar splashed his body origin. Why do you remember getuk again?

"Let Rusdi sir, yeah, who's looking? I'm tired, honey," persuaded Damar by stroking Saras' cheek.

Saras rolled his eyeballs upwards, trying to think for a moment and nodded.

"Can you as long as you're looking for the iceberg bean porridge?"

"Huh? Why not Rusdi sir?"

"Wouldn't! Wants you!"

Damar breathed a sigh of resignation. He really had to be patient in his wife's behavior. Fortunately it is just the porridge of the ijo beans, it is still easy to smell.

"All right."

Damar got up from his seat, but his steps were restrained when suddenly Saras called out to him.

"Where are you going, Mom?"

"And he said he wants some ijo bean porridge?"

Saras grabs her husband's arm, forcing him to sit again beside her. He approached, laying his head on the husband's chest. Damar who was a little confused with Saras' behavior just silent and pasra.

"Go food, come on. I want to get your hands on it first."

Damar straight semringah. He's gleeful not a bitch. In addition to his escape from duty, he also got a bonus hug from his wife.

The man confirmed his sitting position. Giving space for Saras more comfortable in his deck.

"OKAY. Ready, Princess. So, while waiting, I'm going to watch you well." said Damar as he stroked his wife's back.

Saras just nodded without saying. Damar took his phone. He sent a message to Mr. Rusdi and ordered a gojek at once. If only Saras had been invited to negotiate like this, of course he did not have to tire of muters for two hours on the streets.

"Mas."

"Hm."

"Kok suddenly I want a chicken penyet."

"Yes, I've gone to food, huh?"

"Wouldn't. I want to eat in a live place."

"Yes, it's late afternoon."

"But not with you."

"Continue?"

"Sama Zakki and Nia Ramadhani."

Damar auto salto in the corner while snacking on a brick of cream cheese.

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Woyaa ... wait, huh? Maap, yak, yesterday again help Damar nyari chicken porridge but the chicken was just born. Why the Saras if cravings weird, yakk😅😅

Not been kangen yet?😅

Remote kisses for all of you😘😘