The Huckold Married??

Requesting Permission

The next night Raffan and Deefa finally arrived in Jakarta, immediately contacted Father and Mother told him that they had arrived safely without any less.

Oh no, there seems to have been a decrease in both of them because Raffan is no longer a virgin and also Deefa who is no longer a virgin, she said, making Raffan smile himself when he noticed his wife's path that was slightly different from usual.

Deefa intends to go into his room but Raffan hastily blocks while pocketing the phone he used to contact his mother.

"Where are you going?" he asked with eyes squinted when the strangled wife was shocked by her who was suddenly in front of him, standing in the way.

"To the room," Deefa replied innocently as her hand pointed towards the room she used to sleep in.

"The room above, why even here," said Raffan although flat but impressed not like, to his wife who seemed to forget what they had done diving in the hotel.

In the hotel they share a bed with no distance at all even have given each other pleasure, but why when he arrived at the house his wife was still thinking to sleep in a different room, but, no wife took the initiative to move into her room upstairs.

"That's your room Mas, my room is here" Deefa replied in self-defense.

He always remembered what Raffan wanted, sleeping in a different room even though he actually objected but a stubborn Raffan certainly did not want to be denied.

"My room is your room too, so from now on move there, move voluntarily or I drag?!" giving orders is accompanied by a sinister threat.

Can Raffan be that cruel to his wife? dragging his wife in an emotional state was he not afraid that she would be given a full month's lecture by her parents and perhaps by Deefa as well?

"Dear to drag Deefa?" deefa asked with a face that was hard to show anger.

"How dare you be afraid?"

"In an emotional state? angry circumstances?" Deefa squinted her asking eyes.

Raffan seemed to think, it seemed like he had started reading where Deefa was talking now, if he answered boldly for sure his wife would immediately echo his lecture at length.

"No dear dong, I will not dare, that's the name is rude and lead to acts of violence, but if dragged to be invited to have fun anyway will not be a problem dong, hehehe," said Raffan with a voice of stiffness that sounded very satisfied because in fact he was very clever to give an answer.

"I take the suitcase to the room, yes" Raffan continued, and took the suitcase near his wife's feet, carrying it up the stairs, letting Deefa shake her head in her behavior.

Really Deefa was very grateful for the change that Raffan had shown, the man really proved his words when they were on the verge of separation.

Will try to be better and appreciate marriage even more now they are united as a perfecter of their marriage.

Deefa smiled again remembering what they had done while at the hotel.

Deefa continued to express her gratitude to the almighty for all the miracles that had been given.

Now that Raffan was helping his wife move all his belongings to his room, he was very busy going up and down the stairs.

"Normally you are a lot of it turns out, tomorrow buy another closet deh this one is not enough like it," cetus Raffan stared at his closet which was almost full by his wife's clothes not to mention the veils that could not be said a little.

"The fingers below have just moved here Mas" Deefa suggested.

According to him for what to buy goods that already exist, as long as it can still be used is much better, rather than having to waste for things that are not too important.

"You're moving in now? come on, Mumpung Deefa is not tired yet," asked Deefa who was in contact to make Raffan's eyes glare spookily.

"You want to cut up the closet? just be right! I can't ask my friend for help later!" reject Raffan.

Deefa's words were silly and useless, he could lift the closet downstairs to the top floor, it really felt very easy if looking for disease.

"I'm used to it" Deefa said in self-defense.

"Don't be afraid it could be a disease to know!" saying firmly.

Raffan who is nagging must stop when he hears the sound of ringing calls on his phone.

"I picked up the phone first" Raffan's permission then went out as Deefa nodded.

The woman again put her personal equipment together at the dresser next to her husband's perfume and facial cleanser.

"His face was brighter than mine, this was more complete than I had," touching one by one facial cleanser and moisturizer and the other.

And in fact, a rogue like Raffan still cares about his face which is often exposed to street dust considering the hobby of racing that used to be almost every night he did.

Raffan, who had finished answering the phone, returned to the room and spoke to Deefa, "i'm out for a while" she said.

"Where are you? it's already 8 pm, Mas" said Deefa seemed to disagree.

"The workshop, there is a business of clashing," he said again reassuring the woman whose hands were still busy staring at the dresser.

Deefa was silent if she was thinking, giving permission or not, because her husband if he was out of the house would not be enough time for a while, let alone had not met his friends for a few days, but as a wife she also does not want to limit her husband's association considering the age of the husband is also very young still likes to enjoy doing activities outside the home.

"May ya" said Raffan again in a very low voice wishing his wife well to him.

"Yes but not for long" Deefa said at last.

"Yes my wife" hugged the anxious wife.

"Yes I'm on my way now, yes" he said again and then kissed Deefa's forehead before leaving her.

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