The Charm of Twins S
Foreign Feelings
"When play back and forth, invite your wife too, opa wait for your arrival there." said opa Rendra, before boarding her car with a slightly staggering body, holding her own waist.
"Yes, thanks for coming! oh yeah how do his teeth still hurt opa?" tanya Satria, because she remembers attending Satya's marriage contract, opa Rendra is in the middle of a severe toothache.
"Yes together, after all time yes, his granddaughter married opa did not come, what kind of opa? and about toothache does not need to be asked also it is already visible, if opa is indeed a toothache."
"Bingung bergebedainnya opa, because the opa held the waist continues."
Opa Rendra looked chuckled.
"But both are sick, understand! looks like this old opa."
"Opah came home first, remember! don't play brutal you know." continued opa Rendra before then riding his car.
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Tone smiled happily looking at his familiar-looking children, Stela, Mutia, and Cantika, looking seriously chatted yet occasionally they laughed together, likewise with his two sons who seemed cool to play the game they always did long ago.
But that's not what makes him feel so happy, but because at this moment he can still enjoy moments like this, where one day he will not feel it again.
Now both of his twin sons have a wife, who gives him concrete proof that they are no longer his children, they have grown up and have a family of their own.
And he believes that sooner or later, the two sons and their wives will leave the house, to move into their home, just like El, three years ago.
The Tone of Daydreams is crumbling, as a large, warm palm touches its fingers and holds them tightly.
"Don't think too much, what should happen will happen, let it go" said the husband who is none other than Ando, trying to calm down, trying to calm down, as if understanding with the feeling of sadness that is being felt by his wife at this time.
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"All of your belongings have been loaded with the same aunt." said Satria as the two climbed the stairs, after playing down for a long time.
"Then tomorrow I have to say thank you to my aunt."
Satria opened the door, while Stela entered the room first to turn on the lights, but her hand had not yet reached the switch, Stela was strangled in shock as Satria pulled her body and pressed her against the wall, with one hand locking the door.
"S-sat?"
"Udah kosher, means tonight we are free to do what is it?" whispered right in Stela's ear, biting her ear slowly.
"S-sat?"
"Shhhhtt...!" Satria placed her index finger over Stela's lips, hinting that the girl, quiet enough, let her work.
"We'll repeat what happened, but I guarantee you this time no one will see." still in a soft whispering voice, then he hustled to link his lips with Stela's lips, Stela, imbibing something that feels dear if it is stopped quickly.
A sense that can not be described other than wanting it again and again, like a heavy addict.
Meanwhile, Stela's body suddenly hot, her knees feeling weak helpless, as Satria began to do touches that make her body more creepy, feeling the foreign fluff created by the touch.
The night was getting late, but in the room with more than that dim light, a pair of teenagers who were drunk with love stopped the link of their lips.
"We're moving to bed." Satria menge cup once again the tiny lips that have begun to swell, then hold his body and put it on the mattress very slowly and carefully.
"You want dark-eight what light.?" his submissive tan made Stela look at him with a frown.
Whatdoes thatmean? but the question was only said in his heart, after what happened just now, he was unable to speak anything even for protests he was unable to.
"Some say, if love is in a dark place, the child will be the item, and if we love in a bright place then it has the opposite meaning, so the lights are on yes let the child be cute." said Satria, who made Stela blink her eyes between disbelief and wanting to laugh.
Boy's husband, his inner.
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