The Destiny of Love Nina

Back home

It has been almost a week after the departure of the mother, still leaving a sense of sadness and loss that is still felt. A house feels very different without its existence.

Our lives must continue, the future still needs to be fought. Our journey is still very long.

Sunday morning, we had to return to Bengkulu, because the college assignments had piled up during the permit in Manna. It's hard to leave dad, but I don't want us to leave. By asking mbok Inah to help prepare all the needs of the father every day before going home. Mbok Inah previously lived at home, since getting married mbok Inah came in the morning and came home in the afternoon.

The trip was good, because we left early in the morning. Intentionally the previous day we had visited the tomb of the mother to be more relaxed.

"Adek sleep only if sleepy" he said, who apparently noticed me yawning.

"Hhehe.." Can only grin sleepy wit. Indeed my eyes are very heavy, the head also feels a bit twitching. The past week has been a very irregular break. Many thoughts, many tasks that accumulate a little add to stress.

"It's just a little tired, brother..."

"Eat him a rest dear.." said softly as he grasped my hand with one hand.

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Two hours did not feel because all the way I was asleep. I don't know since when the car seat was slightly stretched by Rizon, making my sleep comfortable.

"Honey, we've arrived" he whispered in the ear woke me up amused.

While carrying luggage and packages that smell makes the stomach hungry. Apparently he stopped by to buy food.

"So good I fell asleep until he stopped and I didn't realize?"

"So his sleep was so good that brother took away aja" he explained without asking.

Arriving at a house that seems to have been cleaned. Sir Sardi's sign was here before we arrived.

Mr. Sardi is the one who helped Rizon clean up at home.

My body misses hibernation. Stir in the mattress, straighten the body it feels to give a really comfortable taste. Rizon who just came out of the bathroom after changing clothes more casually. T-shirts and shorts are her choice.

He approached me sitting on the bed staring at me with his tired eyes.

"When both are equally adorable, all tired brother feels lost."

He brought his face closer, gently kissed my lips. I received the kiss with a thumping heart.

"Can???" The whisper asked permission

"Do what you want if it can make your brother's burden light" I whispered resignedly.

Maybe true with what was written articles I have read, *** can relieve and relax (note : for those who are already halal ya😁😁😁🙏🙏🙏<TAG1>)

I let him do whatever he wants. I took off the ones I was wearing one by one without any left. Without resisting any of her gentle and very careful touches. Sweeping every inch of my body with his lips, stirred up a very turbulent passion. I was only able to squirm and close my eyes, biting my own lips with a taste I could not express. He still keeps me floating to the bottom that I feel is wet.

He kissed my lips again and started the action with his gun.

"Sister.." I realized before he put it in

"Why baby???" His words stopped immediately.

"Use the safety first." I asked.

He who realized immediately opened the desk drawer beside the bed. Take it quickly and use it.

Slowly pushing her and slowly moving her hips with a rhythm that I tried to follow her, giving a sensation that made me fly. Getting faster and reaching the top of favors.

He lay beside me in a sweat of satisfaction. Pulling blankets covered our innocent bodies. He hugged me while gently peeping the top of my head.

"Makasi darling"

" equally dear" I replied as I returned his embrace.

Tired of being so good that my husband and I fell asleep. Really enjoyed a nice afternoon break.