The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 101: Otw Malmingan

Wes with tuwo, ojo lungo-lungo!

Ning omah wae luweh rickshaw!

(It's old pregnant, don't go! Staying at home is better!)

That said parents, if Saras said as long as his body is fine in the driveway and given permission husband, why not!

Entering the age of eight months, Saras felt more comfortable. Drinking is normal as usual. Is this because of Camry? saras' favorite car. Just think of it that way.

Young soul despite two-bodied stomach. Her husband promised to take her away tonight. Saras was very happy. It feels like they haven't spent a Saturday night together, if slang but rather alay they call it Malmingan.

Whether the law alay from where, in fact every night that weekend, the streets are more crowded by paired creatures. Singles because the road covers the times yes. Whether young people or families. They flocked out of the house, eating out, either eating meatballs or hanging out in the cafes. According to the choice and contents of the wallet of course. A culture that is inherent in almost every layer of society now seems like it.

Saras was busy choosing the clothes he would wear later. After mumset ria, finally the choice fell on a long semi-cassual dress in black with a pencil-shaped bottom. Since it was bought, the clothes had never been used Saras, fortunately it had been in loundry.

Saras smiled to himself imagining how beautiful she would be. Narcissistic indeed. Let alone. The important thing is that he was happy first. Paijo said he would take her for a walk to the old town. Old town at night? Huh Saras of course had imagined things that smell romantic and beautiful there.

Paijo can't wait for his wife to dress up. Usually, he has hung first on the motor while heating his noisy motorbike. Of course, so that Saras can be more responsive and quickly finish dressing. Even if Paijo wants to know, women in any part of the world seem to be the same. It takes more time, just to describe the eyebrows.

Now Paijo is almost moss waiting for Saras outside. Paijo lost a powerful weapon, because it can no longer heat up the motor whose voice can be a helper for Saras quickly. Camry that they will ride, of course, roaring melodious even in gas though.

Honking? Paijo mana daring, Saras existing will sulk and confine themselves. It's not polite for Saras to say. Despite riding a luxury car, we have to andhap asor, low self-esteem. Do not let the sound of our car horn offend the self-esteem of our neighbors, let alone grow seeds of envy. That's Saraswati said. Pregnant women who incarnate as professors of philosophy is indeed indisputable.

"I'm ready, we're leaving now!" saras said as he just came out and locked the door.

Paijo. Saras was born beautiful, but tonight she is too beautiful. To be seen from any angle she is beautiful. Especially with a long black dress that contrasts with her white skin. His aura was getting radiated. In addition tonight Saras covered her head with a rectangular headscarf that she had both ends wrapped around her neck. Paijo think Saras is an angel who strays to the earth continues mager ga want to return to khayangan.p

Her big belly is as big as a balloon even though it is not in the form of color, making Saras look more sexy. Oh, my God, Paijo's so distracted. His instincts told Saras to be dribbled into the room only compared to being taken out.

Saras was proud, of course her husband was stunned. Paijo to ngowoh. Tonight he dandan all out, deliberately to be memorable. Creating happy moments during pregnancy is very important. At least one day she can tell her child how happy she is while pregnant, so not just a story that revolves around nausea and vomiting. Nehi. Saras anti-scratch look.

"Where are you, I'm beautiful, right?" arrogant Saras.

Instead of acknowledging Saras's beauty like the one in his heart earlier, Paijo raised his shoulders. The dress that scored Saras' body curvature clearly disturbed Paijo's heart. Paijo where sincere his wife will be a free view of other men's eyes.

"Beautiful what? Are you seriously going to wear that shirt?"

"Like that?"

Saras was in disbelief. He's not even praised for wearing a veil tonight. Rarely Saras is hooded. At least I admit it's beautiful. But Paijo's attitude contradicted Saras' expectations. Basic Paijo!

"A-s-there's something wrong?" ask Saras. Half a hunk of course. Saras is already this fashionable hlo.

"Do you change clothes or are we at home?" Saras furrowed his eyebrows. Inexhaustible. What's wrong try.

"My book why? this is me covering all hlo, from the lower end to the head end, try which is not good?"

"This shirt isn't even cheap"

Paijo exhaled a bit harshly. Saras should understand that Paijo does not like that his wife looks so sexy. It must be explained slowly so that Saras is not offended as possible.

Paijo approaching. Both his hands cupped Saras's face, so that Saras would pay close attention to this.

"Darling, you're beautiful. Even the beautiful horn of a poor angel papasan is the same as you" Saras threw his face.

"But I'm sorry, I don't really like it when you wear this shirt, it's too sexy, later you're in other men's lyrics, make them dong!"

"So far, what's the veil in the gini lilitin?"

"You want to be a member of jilboobs?" It's delicious, Paijo thinks Saras is a woman. Though Saras wrapped around the veil just following the fashion alone is not the intention of showing off the chest. Yes, although he also realized his chest was good.

Saras glazed over, already wanting to cry. He has been wearing this shirt since noon. But in comments like that, of course it feels like Mak jleb how it is. Although Paijo's talk is a lot of truth.

"Where do you want to change clothes? or want to buy a new shirt first that is more comfortable?"

"I'm sorry if I'm a prankster, but I don't like it when you look hot outside the house"

Saras remained silent.

"If in the room it's no problem, I'm actually very supportive"

Paijo chuckled trying to melt the tension that had approached them. Although Saras scowled, Paijo was sure Saras could understand his good intentions. A husband is in charge of directing a wife. Paijo reminded me.

"But I want to wear this mas shirt" whined Saras. Hope only once, Paijo allow.

Paijo refused. "Can't!"

Saras puffed his cheeks. Then go into the house again. Inevitably he changed clothes, rather than fail malmingan. Loss of a lot of powder. Saras also did not want to be teased lengo keceplung lengo lizard, tiwas makak rak sido lungo. (Pickin' in the oil, it's been dandy and it's not gone)

Until Saras's room turned his brain again. Want to be given outerwear, Saras also does not have a long cardigan model. It's normal, don't cover your ass. There later Paijo nagging again and Saras lazy change clothes again.

Until I think of an idea, ahay! Saras opens Paijo's wardrobe. Sipph! Saras is proud of his brain which is quite intelligent. Saras came out again with an improved mood. Better than the time in the comment.

"TARRRAaaaaaa...."

"Where is mas? Already Okay belom?" saras asked with an eyebrow, half as arrogant as ever.

Finally Saras was able to practice one of the quotes he had read, Saras,

"Fashionable does not mean to wear expensive and branded clothes, but rather how you combine clothes"

That means dressing modestly and appropriately like the criteria requested by Paijo is also worth considering. Especially if wearing a hijab, it must be adjusted. Therefore, tonight Saras borrowed Paijo's checkered flannel shirt. Pretty big size in the body Saras tiny despite the belly as big as my balloon there are five.

"Borrow the shirt yes mas.." said Saras nyengir.

Saras does not need to change clothes, just wear a shirt owned by Paijo as an outer dress pencil in the value of Paijo invite orgasm.

Paijo held both thumbs up his hands high.

"If it's YESS!" paijo's words imitate the final sentence of Ameena Hanna Nur Atta's grandfather.

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Meh is confused....

happy reading😘

Happy weekend to gaes🥰