The Ojek That's My Soul

Opium that makes sakau

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Finally, the newlywed couple can also rest in the room.

A small and narrow bedroom.

However, it has been arranged and dressed in such a way by WO.

It creates a sweet and shahdu atmosphere.

Although simple but cool to the eye.

No more cramped and squishy rooms.

Like the previous room occupied by Fatimah.

Even the bed and the dibunannya have been changed.

Fatimah could not close her eyes overnight, for she was constantly staring at this room.

And the good things that flowed from her mother-in-law.

An awkward atmosphere instantly enveloped the two.

Seen, the woman who keeps squeezing her hands.

Maybe he was confused, between getting sultry to change clothes but embarrassed.

There is a foreign man who now has the title of her husband.

The man looked the same, his body was tired after a day of fighting with his own grooves.

Wanting it he laid his spine on the soft mattress that was studded with flowers.

Ah, but what his wife said later.

He also had to change clothes, right?

The bridal suit and its various accessories are tightly attached to the body.

Want it to feel like he took everything off at this time, then put on a glove cloth as usual.

Ah, but now everything is different.

He must think of others who will now be by his side forever, at all times,"

Amidst that awkwardness and silence, suddenly,

"Engh...!"

They looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

Then they laugh awkwardly.

"First, what do you want to say?"

rojali said as she stared at the beautiful sweet face, with big eyes and thick eyebrows without embroidery.

Lips are full like plums, with a fresh red color like strawberries are picked directly from the tree.

The lentic eyelashes are like deliberately tempting by continuing to move waving up and down.

Rojali's eyes involuntarily continued to comb through that adorable face.

The face is usually cold and cold.

Now it is so blissful like sakura that has just bloomed in season.

He swallowed the saliva very hard.

Like accidentally swallowing rambutan seeds or lute seeds.

Drag, jam, even to breathe as if tight.

Is it because this room is stuffy?

Oh, you're wrong, mr alibaba!

You don't see any AC roosting shamelessly in the top corner.

Laughing at you who've been bathed in sweat.

Though he was as much as possible to make the air of this box of rooms cold.

Fatimah who was looked at by an eagle-like eye saw the rabbit.

Trying to avoid, looking down at the knuckles ornamented by white henna.

On his ring finger was already embedded the same white ring that belonged to the man before him.

Although what is called is only a necklace as a dowry for her.

Apparently, Rojali gave a set of white gold jewelry containing, necklaces, rings, twigs and also a gold-styled watch.

"Daddy,"

"So I thought I'd say something?"

"What?"

rojali asked boldly raising the split chin to slightly look up.

Netra the two met, each locking until padlocked.

Staring deep to penetrate into the heart of the pounding, like a marathon of many kilometers.

Fatimah could not open her mouth, her tongue was stiff, her teeth were tightly locked.

Though he was about to say something, but what was it he forgot already.

As if made drunk by the deep and sharp gaze of this man who had legitimately become his priest.

Taper face with firm lines, sharp but shady eyes, black and thick eyebrows, pointed nose.

Her thin lips are sensual if you are still like this.

But, it sucks if it's been throbbing let alone grinning with the style of the rancid.

Yeah, that's the appeal.

Although handsome but Rojali never pretentious.

He's not afraid of looking ugly and ugly.

What matters is that his style is comfortable for him.

Out of nowhere, or else their faces were getting closer.

Rojali went down those rosy cheeks with her finger.

Fatimah felt the sting like a stun flowing in each of her joints.

Making it instantly limp and seem to lose balance.

Rojali also swiftly caught the slender waist that was still wrapped, with a sequined wedding dress.

Fatimah rounded her eyes that had closed earlier.

He felt a strong arm tightly coiled around his waist.

Also their chests are tightly attached though still tightly wrapped in strong attached clothes.

They were so close, they were killed instantly.

Rojali Semaki tightens up her female body.

His mind is empty now.

All he saw was a red lip in front of him.

Why is it so tempting, make her thirsty and have to quench thirst immediately.

He saw his woman not budging in her embrace.

His eyes also felt as if they felt and held the same sparkle.

That smile was like a magnet to her.

Like a green light that lights up in the middle of a traffic jam because of a red light.

He who was impatient immediately broke through at a definite rate.

The two things meet.

They collided gently.

Sticking to a few seconds to feel, the first experience that is new to meet.

Over time the sip happened, soft and slow as if feeling each other and enjoying.

Sweet, wet and warm.

Fatimah who felt lulled as if floating.

He felt his feet were no longer able to stand.

With a reflex he draped both his hands around Rojali's neck.

Rojali who felt the movement of Fatimah, even more tightened their embrace.

Distance has been eroded.

The light kiss, now it has turned increasingly dusty with a burning gelora.

Rojali took off their link.

He put his second forehead.

Supplying each other with oxygen earlier seemed to be swallowed by an almost hot atmosphere.

He stared at those round jelly eyes, with adorable lashes.

Stare within.

Embracing that slender waist with both hands.

Fatimah who has been stable with her breath, now dare to open her voice.

"Sorry, Adek's kalo is disappointing,"

he then hid his face in Rojali's strapping chest.

Rojali scrunched his forehead a sign of not understanding.

He broke his arms and raised his face.

"Dismiss what Adek means?"

rojali asked while looking meaningfully.

"Ci, the kiss is_not good, is it?"

"They're suddenly on the loose?"

he answered frontally with an adorable face for Rojali.

"Yes, sorry!"

Rojali stamped Fatimah's nose with anxiety.

"Can't you have such a mind?"

"Remove because you've run out of oxygen earlier, eat it breathe dear,"angemas Rojali then kissed all parts of the face that will become his opium.

Fatimah who was treated like that just held back the gel.

He smacked the chest of this field in front of him.

Then staring into that sharp net long enough.

" Oh,liatin?"

"Don't be handsome!"

"Some of it now belongs to you,"

"So, have a good time to enjoy every day,"

he said with his grin as usual.

"Start a narcissist without his stinginess!"

"Geek, don't mind, just don't mind,"

cebik Fatimah with pursed her lips spoiled.

"What's wrong?"

"Even this yes, from now on, this will still be my favorite brother,"

"Bakal is opium for Brother,"

"So, every day I don't think for sure Abang will be sakau,"

lirih Rojali while pointing at the chewy object under the nose whose color has turned pink.

Fatimah who felt the presence of something in her room, suddenly took off their embrace.

"Pstt.bentar, Bang,"

"Don't you smell something?"

fatimah asked with round eyes.

Then his head turned to look there and here.

"Don't you?"

"What the hell are you?"

Rojali asked back while smelling his body and armpits.

"Emh, it doesn't smell like Deck,"

"What are you doing again?"

rojali asked confusedly seeing Fatimah's expression with her nose that was blooming.

"Akkhh.that's what Bang!"

"Yeah...!!"

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