The Circle of Love of the Grandchild of Sultan

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Happy reading ....

Mima could not cover his amazement at the luxury of the interior of the private plane belonging to the Al-Azmi family he was traveling on. Very different from commercial aircraft that have been hitched a ride. Mima's gaze turned to a beautiful flight attendant who was carrying a tray containing a bottle of wine and two empty glasses. The flight attendant placed the bottle and glass of wine in the center of the table between her seat and Zein.

Mima followed every hand movement of the flight attendant with her innocent look. Seeing such an adorable sight, Zein gave a smile, then asked, "Beib, is there anything you want?"

Mima nodded quickly and said to the flight attendant who was pouring wine into the two glasses.

"Is there warm milk?" tanyakanya.

The flight attendant was stunned, then nodded slowly while replying, "There, Miss. I'll make it for you."

"Thank you," Mima said cheerfully.

The flight attendant also resigned. Mima turned to Zein who was sipping red wine while smiling at him.

"You?" bargain Zein.

"No ah" mima's bell.

"It's syrup, you know," said Zein lying.

"What syrup? It was written, 'wine'," said Mima.

Zein chuckled softly as he poured the wine bit by bit into his glass. Shortly after, the flight attendant came again with a glass of warm milk from Mima's order. After putting the milk glass in front of Mima, the flight attendant resigned.

"You didn't order food? Sure it's milk?" zein asked casually while leaning next to the raised leg.

"It's late, brother. Before going to bed, drink milk" said Mima who then sipped warm milk.

"You want to go straight to sleep?" asked Zein while leaning slightly forward.

"Yes dong. Papi said do not sleep too late, let it remain beautiful, fresh, and no panda eyes," said Mima lightly.

"But it's our bride's night, Mima. Sleep time immediately," said Zein.

Deg.

Mima. His heart suddenly became fast. "Doooh, die me," inwardly.

Mima gave a clumsy smile to Zein who gave her the devil's grin. Mima bit her lower lip and ventured to ask the man who is now her husband status.

"Nr ...."

"Hmm?"

"Mmm can't I sleep now? Capek, Brother. Not a day of rest. Waking up early in the morning too. Mima's feet ache, brother," his whine spoiled.

"Mmm can't ya?" Zein acted like he was thinking hard.

"By dong, brother. Yes .. yes ..yes?" persuade Mima with a forced sweet smile.

"Can."

"Yes!" Mima spontaneously bent into her clenched hand.

"But ...."

"Eh? How's the tap?" mima's countenance instantly turned flat.

"Here," Zein said as she patted her thigh.

"Sih Kak Zein mode." Mima bent his face while putting down his empty glass, then kept his body away from the table.

"Well, it's good to sleep there. Narrow," delicates Mima later.

"Ooh, so you want a big place. We're going to the room, yuk!" bring Zein.

"No way, Brother," Mima refused with a tone that sounded spoiled. Mima stared in horror at Zein who stood up and walked up to him.

"Say he went to sleep. Yes we go to dong's room, Beib." said Zein slowly.

"Sister Zein forced. Mima doesn't want it now, sister." Mima kicked his legs slowly in the air. Mima seemed to have 'thick face' and did not care for the flight attendants who stared every step of Zein towards the bedroom.

"So he said he wanted to now. How the hell are you, honey?"

"Mima just wants to sleep. Don't want to lose, brother."

"Nganu, what the hell? What is clear dong when talking," said Zein pretended not to understand.

"Well, Brother Zein!"

Zein chuckles at Mima, who is upset, tightens the hand on her neck. Mima was not ignorant, if Zein wanted the flight attendants who stared at them it would be ready to 'serve' with pleasure. But the thing is, she's not ready to do her first duty as a wife tonight.

Zein opened the room door and closed it back with a push of her foot. Zein stepped closer to the bed, then placed Mima who was admiring the luxurious room decor with great care.

"Wow! How do I feel like I'm not on a plane anymore?" plain mumbling.

"Then anyway? Where do you feel again?" zein asked half-whispered with a hand gesture that began to creep into the clothes Mima was wearing.

"Eits. His hands don't be naughty. It will be pinched." Mima rounded her eyes at Zein with a fast-moving hand holding down Zein's hand movements in her abdomen.

"Don't be pinched, bitten can be, too" Zein said with a teasing grin.

Mima's gaze seemed to be caught Zein's gaze. Zein's eyes seemed to hypnotize Mima who was stunned by it. Mima only regained consciousness when Zein asked, "Now?"

Mima spontaneously shook her head quickly with a gaze that had not yet escaped from Zein.

Zein held back her smile while throwing her face away. Obviously for him, Mima is not ready. Zein sighed, then said while sticking the tip of her nose on the tip of Mima's nose.

"OKAY. Good night, Wifey," he said.

Mima is still fascinated by everything. From Zein's gaze, to the smell of wine he inhaled was sweet, as sweet as Zein's attitude towards him tonight.

"Good night too, Hubby," Mima replied involuntarily.

Zein smiled happily, while Mima blushed in embarrassment upon realizing it. "A good sleep. I'll sit there, "pointing Zein with her face. Mima nodded and followed every move of Zein who was enveloping her.

Mima made a smile and tried to fall asleep. Meanwhile, Zein asks a flight attendant to bring her wine into the room.

The journey that took almost a day last night was not felt with all the facilities of a luxurious aircraft and satisfactory service. Mima looked out the plane window. The city's increasingly clear view indicates the plane will soon land at John F international airport. Kennedy is located in Jamaica, Queens, New York City.

"Hmm .. finally. Welcome to New York!" mima exclaimed softly as he raised both of his hands. Again Zein just smiled faintly at the behavior of his little wife.

After the plane landed perfectly, and the crew greeted and escorted their young master, Zein and Mima down the stairs and passed to the outside of the airport in a special vehicle provided by the airport.

"Thank you," Zein said to the man who drove her. The man retreated, leaving Zein and Mima who were in a daze watching around.

Mima's gaze was fixed on a woman who waved her hand and walked towards them. Mima turned to Zein who was smiling faintly as if she knew the woman. Mima turned back to the woman.

"Hi, Zein! Have you been waiting a long time?" asked the woman who then turned to Mima.

"Who are you taking?" ask the woman again with a flat face.

"Who do you think?" Zein asked back while pulling Mima's waist to get closer to her.

Mima could see the woman staring intently at him. For some reason, Mima felt challenged to tease her. Mima wrapped her hands around Zein's neck spoiled and wide open in her heart as the tip of her eye caught the woman's fist.

"Who am I, Hubby?" ask Mima spoiled.

"You, my wife dong, Beib," said Zein, kissing Mima.

"Whats! Wife?" scream the woman in the heart.

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