The Somplak Girl belongs to Cassanova

The Somplak Girl belongs to Cassanova
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Pandu had almost left for the office, but Rasya was still coolly rolling under the covers. Pandu several times called his wife's name while shaking Rasya's arm so that the woman woke up quickly. However, Rasya remained unmoved until finally Pandu chose to overlap Rasya's body. No matter what suit he wears it will come back crumpled.


"Don't bother me!" rasya's nagging from inside the blanket. Not to get away, but Pandu actually tried to open a blanket that covered his entire body.


"I'm going to work. You don't want to salim with me? Or at least kiss my cheek?" Pandu tease.


"No! I'm so sorry for you!" Rasya's voice sounded so sniffy.


"Why? Though I've given you permission to meet your beloved boss, without me anyway." Pandu spoke as if sad, but full of throats.


"I didn't meet Mas Gatra!"


"Why?"


"You think to yourself! It's all because of you! I'm mad!" Rasya sulked, but Pandu just laughed when he heard it.


Looking at Rasya who was not willing to open the blanket at all. Finally Pandu chose to stay farewell and kissed the blanket that originally covered Rasya. Then he got out of bed and opened the door.


Hearing the sound of the closed door, Rasya opened the blanket that covered his body and repeatedly exhaled a sigh of relief. She had actually been feeling engulfed since earlier, but she was still in a lashing mode with her husband.


Rasya opened the blanket and prepared to go down to the bathroom. However, just when his body half turned around, Rasya immediately fell silent when he saw Pandu still standing while holding the door handle. The man's lips smiled widely even as he was holding back the laughter that was about to explode.


"Do you think you're gone?" Rasya returned to his body and slept sideways to his back.


"I can't go without a kiss from my wife" Pandu teased. He stepped closer to the bed again and quickly slid down beside Rasya.


"You used to be this way, man. But why are you so sorry for me now?" Rasya let Pandu's hands coiled around his stomach. In fact, the man spoiledly put his head in the niche of Rasya's neck.


"It is not permissible for a husband to show his affection for his wife?" Pandu was suddenly upset.


"Let's get ready. I'll take you to Gama's restaurant. Didn't you promise to take the waiter yesterday there." Pandu was reluctant to mention the name of another man. The mood could have been ruined if you called it.


"Mas! You think, deh. Wanna put where I face if I meet Mas Gatra in a humiliating state!" Rasha sewot. Her frustration with her husband is really high.


"Why should I be ashamed? It's called a stamp of ownership and a sign of love" Pandu replied casually.


Rasya with all his might put away the man's hand. Rasya's face looked angry, but Pandu actually bit his lips to hold back a laugh. Seeing what her husband was doing, with a feeling of annoyance, Rasya hit the chest of the man's field. However, Pandu immediately blocked both hands of Rasya.


"Why are you angry? I've allowed you to meet Gatra, even I'll take you in person. I did everything for my wife. But why is it like I'm a useless man to you?" Pandu pretends as if he is a very dzolimi husband wife. Rasya who heard Pandu's babble just turned the eyeball lazily.


"Come, so no?" Pandu.


"Mas, you think. Wanted to put where I met Mas Gatra's face with a neck full of gini paintings." Rasya pointed at his neck which was full of natural tattoos from Pandu's lips.


Pandu got rid of Rasya's hair and chuckled at the results of his own creation. He himself did not expect that much from his work. Seeing Pandu who kept laughing made Rasya even more angry.


"Have you satisfied, my dear?"


"I told you it's a sign of ownership that you're officially mine a hundred percent." Pandu is still trying to dampen his laughter. For some reason, seeing his wife who was upset like that became a happiness for him.


"I know, but that's not to say by forming a picture of love like this. Embarrassing. Huaaa... geek." Rasya pretends to cry while pointing at the picture*****n which forms the picture of the heart. Rasya really did not get out of thought with the behavior of her husband.


"That's called a work of art. Let you know how talented I am in art."


"Yes, you are very talented in making love!" Rasya was about to turn around again, but Pandu immediately held back and kissed Rasya's cheek lovingly.


"Band. L waited. Let me get you some clothes." The man speaks very softly. Rasya rushed down and headed to the bathroom. His feet stomped like a child to vent his irritation. Pandu who saw that was only able to smile thinly.