The Tarnished Wife

Hot Daddy

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

Reza came home at exactly two in the evening. Manda waited in the living room, waiting for her husband's return. Since Rara and Zayn got married, Reza has been drunk almost every night. Although not to get drunk and still able to drive his own car.

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Manda opened the door.

“Mas, jeez.” Manda directly hooked Reza's arm on her shoulder. She held her husband who was walking staggeringly.

It's been two nights Reza's been like this, making Manda's heart sliced to see the man she loves crumble. He should not have married Reza, so as not to see his loved ones down.

Manda opened Reza's shoes slowly. He painstakingly undressed Reza who was shabby and smelly with cigarette smoke. Reza was not a smoker. She cleansed the body of her husband who had fallen asleep, to replace it with new clothes.

Manda sat on the edge of the bed. He stared at the face of the husband who was no longer eager to live. “I'm sorry, Mas. I'm sorry I separated you from Ms. Rara. Sorry for making you like this,” murmured.

Even the sleeping Reza did not hear the words that came from Manda's lips. Although their marriage was done by mistake, Manda admitted that night she did not really intend to escape from Reza's confinement who wanted to harass him while drunk. Manda is hypnotized with the handsome face of Reza that he has liked since becoming his secretary.

Manda crying. She loves Reza and will do anything for her husband. He thought by marrying Reza, he was able to complement Rara's shortcomings. But there are others who want that woman. In fact, it is not Rara who is crazy about Reza, but her husband who is crazy about his ex-wife.

This is the second time Manda has hurt someone she loves. He hurt his father by running away from his father, who married his ex-girlfriend after three months of her death. Manda opposed the marriage until she left home. Three years her father asked Manda to come home, but Manda insisted on living alone, until her father fell ill and died just as Manda was about to celebrate her graduation.

Manda still sobbing in the silence of the night.

In contrast to Manda and Reza, Precisely Zayn and Rara are in the midst of a tempestuous sense of happiness and love. Rara wakes up again, due to her hungry stomach and dry throat. He fell asleep after having sex with Zayn twice.

Rara turned towards Zayn who was also asleep. Slowly Rara got up while holding a thick blanket to cover her innocent body. Just now, he was about to shift his body to get out of that bed, suddenly Zayn's burly hand was coiled around his waist.

“Where to?”

Rara looked towards her husband. “I'm thirsty. Want to kitchen.”

“I accompany?” ask Zayn.

Rara shakes. He smiled and approached Zayn's face that was still lying down. “No need, you just sleep.”

Rara got up from the bed to the bathroom to clean up the rest of their romance and wore a transparent kimono lingerie that was very short and sexy.

Rara is surprised to see Zayn standing up and wearing his boxer when he comes out of the bathroom. “Loh, how do you wake up? It's still night, Zayn. It's only two.” hours

Rara glanced towards the wall clock.

Zayn smiled and approached his wife. “It's okay, I'll accompany you downstairs. Underneath the silence, you must be scared. I know you're a coward.”

Rara grinned. Since childhood, he was a coward, especially in the dark and usually Zayn who likes to tease Rara at that time, even making Rara to cry in fear.

Zayn held Rara by the shoulder and they came out together. Rara smiled at Zayn and wrapped her hands around her husband's waist.

“You used to scare me so much,” Rara said on the sidelines of their footsteps towards the kitchen.

Zayn turned to his wife and smiled. “That's because I like you hugging. You're afraid you'll hug me.”

Sontak Rara took off her hug on Zayn's waist and hit the arm. “Ah, pantesan. You really did.”

“Aww...” Zayn laughed while holding his arm that pretended to be sick. “This KDRT its name.”

Rara sneered and stuck out her tongue. “Biarin.”

Zayn and Rara are in the kitchen. Zayn stood with Rara, who was opening the fridge and pouring mineral water from the inside into her glass. Zayn swallows his saliva when he sees Rara's neck moving up and down because it is drinking water like a person in the desert. Zayn also noticed Rara's standing style which was very sexy with the clothes she was wearing at the moment.

Zayn shook his head and approached his wife. He snatched the glass that Rara had just poured water because Rara still wanted to drink again.

“Zayn, not next door! That's my lip,” said Rara pointed to the glass she had been drinking. “You should grab a new glass.”

Zayn downed the drink. “Instead I want to drink from the former of your lips.”

“Zayn.” Rara again hit her husband's arm slowly. “You're such a pervert, wonder.”

Zayn. “How-to you.”

“Keep through me. Later you wake up bad luck also must have said it because of me. Cause I'm drinking and waking up in the middle of the night.” Rara blabbed while putting the bottle back in the fridge and placed it in the dishwasher without looking at Zayn.

Rara stood there and when she turned her body, Zayn had already caught the body.

“Bawel,” said Zayn who directly kissed the lips ranum Rara.

This time their kiss was not long, as suddenly a voice came from Rara's stomach.

Crutches ... Crutches .. Crutches ...

Zayn let go of the kiss. “You hungry?”

Rara grinned. “Sounds yes?”

Zayn nodded. Then, suddenly a strange voice sounded again.

Argos ...

“Ups, Sorry.” Rara returned to the.

It made Zayn laugh. “Why Sorry?”

Rara's expression made Zayn even more anxious. But not for Rara. He was ashamed of Zayn. Because when with Reza, IA never throw the wind carelessly, belch, or stomach that sounds, because Reza can glare when Rara does that or Rara does not want to impress shame in front of Reza. But with Zayn, it all comes off. Even Zayn even laughed anxiously at his wife's innocent behavior.

“So what do you want to eat pup first?” zayn asked smilingly as she stroked Rara's smooth cheeks.

“Hmm .. eat.” Rara grinned. “Beep was just wind.”

Zayn smiled and ruffled Rara's hair. He turned to the stove and put a teflon pot on it.

“You made me what?” ask Rara.

“Mie. Wantsome? Instant noodles like Bu Tun, behind our school cafeteria,” replied Zayn.

Rara nodded her head quickly. “Mau, Mau.”

“If it's noodles, really ngobuknya. If I ask to make love must be spit too yes ngoknya.”

Sontak Rara pinched her husband's waist.

“Aww ... Pain Dear.” Zayn grimaced because Rara's pinch was quite ugly.

“Ah, sorry. Pain yes.” Rara stroked that waist and hugged him.

Zayn laughed and embraced Rara's shoulder while cooking. Zayn's instant noodles are exactly the same as street noodle stalls. When she was in school, Rara was willing to go to Mirna's house to make Noodles for Zayn.

“Pake chili yes,” says Rara.

“No, it's still Ra's night. Later stomach pain.”

Rara pursed her lips. “Pelit.”

Then Rara hugged Zayn from behind. Zayn clasped Rara's fingers coiled around her stomach. He could feel Rara's head leaning against his back.

“Zayn,”

“Hmm ..”

“Why do you love me.”

“Hmm ... why yes?” tanya Zayn pretended to think while remaining behind Rara and facing the furnace. “Because you are ugly, crybaby, and spoiled.”

“Eum ..” whine Rara. “Emang I'm that bad? there is no good.”

Rara is still in the same position. He still wrapped his hands around Zayn's waist and laid his head on his back.

“I love you, Zayn.”

“Udah know. But you just jaim,” replied Zayn.

“I call you Daddy yes,” said Rara.

Zayn turned his body. “So now I'm Daddy's sugar?”

Rara laughed and nodded. “Usually if in the novels there will be a hot Daddy who is perverted not ketulungan. Just as rich as you.”

Zayn and Rara laughed.

“Ah, the noodles are ripe.” Zayn turned back to face the furnace.

Shortly thereafter, the food was served complete with eggs and green vegetables.

“This is for the princess,” said Zayn by putting the bowl on the mini bar table, because Rara was sitting there.

“Wah, delicious!” Rara exclaimed while rubbing her palm. “You ate, right?”

Zayn. “You will, later not full.”

“For sure. It's plenty. Both yes!” pinta Rara looked at her husband cheerfully.

Zayn is still shaking.

“I bribe,” Rara said again as she straightened her body and asked Zayn to sit next to her.

Zayn, according to. He sat down next to Rara and they enjoyed the meal, a bowl together with the same spoon. Even several times Zayn took food from Rara's mouth using his mouth. They were completely fused together, there was no disgust at all. Their bodies become one part that completes each other.

Zayn again picked up a piece of noodles left on Rara's lower lip. He sucked the lips and went into the cavity in it so that the food in Rara's mouth moved into Zayn's mouth.

“Daddy naughty. Take my food continues,” said Rara flirtatious and again feed another spoon from the bowl.

Zayn swallowed the food in his mouth, and his lips traced the neck of Rara's level. His hands also play in the sensitive area under the wife.

“I want it again,” said Zayn in a raucous voice because of the passion that came back.

Near Rara, Zayn's can never sleep. He always asked to be spoiled by his owner.

Rara smiled at Zayn while licking the spoon she had bribed earlier. “Daddy, eum ..” Rara could feel Zayn's finger movements down there.

“I'll finish this meal first, Dad. After that I will definitely satisfy you.” Rara rubbed her husband's cheek.

Rara's sexy voice sounded beautiful, plus her increasingly passionate words made Zayn. Zayn smiled broadly and again helped Rara finish the meal.