The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 63

The event that Mama Nara predicted only until midday, it turned out to be molested until the afternoon. The invitation that he said was only 500 people, like inexhaustible. I don't know, looks like those who weren't invited came too. Lots of flower board delivery with happy wedding Ayleen and Ibrahim. Gift shipments are also not less numerous, keep coming from anyone.

Seeing Ayleen who looked tired, Septian's father told him to come in for a break. Together with Ibra, the two went inside.

Just about to climb the stairs, a loud whistling sound was already heard.

"New bride, where are you going?" god Alfath's. Her sister was like she didn't want to let the newlyweds get away with it.

"Not to answer." Ayleen told Ibra. Grasping the hand of the man who had become her husband, and took him up the stairs to the room.

"No documentation, can I be free?" Although the question was not answered, Alfath followed behind Ayleen and Ibra.

You little man, Ayleen maki in heart.

"Do you want me to live again like that? But it's still late afternoon, you'll want to...."

Ayleen was furious too. He looked over while glaring at Alfath. "Don't need you, it's gone."

"New bride do not be fierce, her husband will be afraid," ledek Alfath with a stranglehold. Actually Ibra also wants to laugh, but she can hold it desperately, can rampage later Ayleen if he followed laughing.

Ayleen let out a rough breath. Ignoring Alfath who is still busy menggeledekin until in front of the room door. After he and Ibra entered, he was eager to slam the door in front of Alfath's face, but did not feel good about Ibra, afraid of being dirain bar-bar girls. So despite his annoyance, he closed the door as easily as possible but his eyes glared at Alfath.

"Don't forget to lock the door" cried Alfath from behind the door.

After the door was locked, the vibes immediately felt different. Though this was her own room, the room that Ayleen had slept in for a dozen years, but at this moment, she felt groggy. He was not used to being alone with the man in the room in a locked door position.

Ibra noticed the room that had been decorated so beautifully. Smiling when she realized that tonight was her first night, and this room would bear witness to the union of her and Ayleen.

If the habit will immediately fall relaxed, hugging a beloved doll while playing HP, Ayleen is currently confused about what to do. Just stand while playing his fingers.

"Huh?" Ayleen was a confused person. "I, yes." He walked to the bed and sat in front of him.

Ibra released a captain that made him angry since then. Do not forget to also remove the rags.

"What would Ibra do?" ayleen shouted as the rag used by Ibra slumped on the floor. He closed his eyes with both palms.

"You take a shower, sultry."

"Please take off her clothes in the bathroom, don't be here, not ashamed of what?"

Ibra chuckled at Ayleen's question. "Who's the same, nobody's here."

"I'm not a person." Ayleen peeked out from between his fingers. Ibra only looks to wear short color pants.

Ibra smiled amusedly at Ayleen's funny behavior. A blindfold but stingy. He walked over to Ayleen, making the girl even more misbehaving. Little by little, his buttocks were inching backwards.

"Rather than looking, mending is directly seen." Ibra put away Ayleen's hand that was covering her eyes.

"Si, who's looking?"

"You're not good at lying, Ay," said Ibra, chuckling softly. "If you don't look, how do you know that I'm sneaking at you, until you're inching back."

"A, i..." Ayleen lowered his head while biting his lower lip.

Ibra grabbed Ayleen's hand and put her chest down. "Don't just be seen, held can also be kok, it's halal."

Ayleen's heart was pounding very hard as his palm touched directly on Ibra's plain chest. His blood rippled and his body felt cold hot as his fingers moved over the chest of the field.