The Tomboy's

Fiza : Delirious

It's been a few nights, I slept with mas ojob. But despite sleeping by sharing a bed, I was not ready to be invited by him. Not because I lost my orientation. After all, mas ojob is a temptation that is too dear to miss. Xixixis...

I just don't want to feel double pain, man. In addition to being physically ill because a part of my body was missing, I also did not want to be hurt. I mean, I want mas ojob to touch his wife's body because he does love me. Duh not spitting at all? Because I do not know the feelings of mas ojob to me, so I also still like to reason if he invites nininananina.

He said making love is delicious, but it would be more enjoyable if making love with a partner we love and love us. I'm too idealistic, aren't I, man? But I think it's just as painful. Uh... getting worse, right? I parno because I heard the story the first night was sick. Maybe that's also yes my reason for delaying - postpone the first night event with mas ojob.

Like tonight, I don't know why I'm awake. Getting used to sleeping alone, makes me feel uncomfortable sleeping with mas ojob.

I was shocked when I felt a movement beside me. Mas ojob delirious.

Due to reflexes, I immediately covered the edge of the bed with a feeling of fear. In the dimness of the sleep lamp, I try to keep this eye focused with what mas ojob does.

Mas ojob ngelindurnya ajib, Sob. His hands seemed to be shaking - his junior clack, and his lips sighed favorably.

"Dearly dear... hmmm hmmmmm."

My eyes are round, this mas ojob delirious what is really self service?

For a moment I was silent while staring at his actions. Unknowingly, my body was on the edge of the bed. And...

Bruckkkk

"Oh...!" My body fell out of bed. I tried to get up while stroking my arm that had hit the floor. Mas ojob is a dream but why do I feel horror like this? Don't tell me it's my sin to refuse my husband.

I am still waiting for the reaction of mas ojob who has now begun to calm down. His hands were no longer playing his juniors either. Duh. I feel guilty, man. Mas ojob sampe ngelindur. What do you want to cut duren?

My feelings are mixed. Between the pity of seeing mas ojob suffer to be carried by slacking off, and the jealousy present pervaded my heart. Who do you think is the woman in my husband's dream?

I remember a friend's story from school. He said that if someone is delirious, we can respond to him for the story by clamping his big toe. Unfortunately, my reaction was frightened earlier, making me late to take the initiative to respond mas ojob. Duh... so the more curious are I the same woman who dreamed mas ojob?

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I woke up with a dull and sleepy face. Last night I could barely sleep after seeing mas ojob delirious. So the breakfast menu mas ojob today is forced just ala ryatnya. Fresh bread plus jam and bitter coffee.

"Don't you make me stock?"

"Entar! Mas. I'm masakin in the office. In the pantry there is a fairly complete cookware!"

"Yes already!" Mas ojob looked at me.

"Then is your face pale? You sick?"

I haven't been able to answer, mas ojob approached and cupped my face. Then he put his forehead to my forehead.

I closed my eyes immediately. It seems that this heart has not been strong in the face of the romance of mas ojob whose dose is starting to increase.

"Not really an angel!"

I felt a warm breath of ojob that smelled mint. For a moment I fell asleep and I felt this feeling. Duh.. it turns out romanticized husband is very fun.

A soft kiss came over my lips. The spontaneous action of mas ojob surprised me and opened my eyes. Mas ojob steals opportunity in narrowness, Sob. My face feels hot.

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"Tumben you had coffee?" Mas ojob again rebuked me who was reading the monthly report accompanied by a cup of coffee.

"I'm sleepy, sir!" I answered that question briefly. Iyep.. I was sleepy because - because semalem exposed to the effects of shock after seeing the delirious action of my husband is very silly and laughable. Not to mention that I was in pain from falling out of bed.

After realizing what I saw and experienced last night. I could not sleep and just curled up on the sofa while holding a laugh, so as not to make the entire house wake up.

"Sir, remember not last night when I slept dreaming what?" I asked that question while focusing on looking at the report files that I had to check.

"What's the dream?" ask mas ojob in astonishment.

"It's just for the survey, sir. Who knows you remember what last night's dream was!"

I stared at the face of Mas ojob who now looked confused by my question. Then he seemed to be trying to remember his dream.

"I can't remember!" answer mas ojob while shrugging his shoulders and stretching out his hands.

Oh.. means really yes the content of the article I read on the internet. We won't remember our dreams last night. Even if you remember just how many percent. I became increasingly curious about the woman who seduced mas ojob in a dream. Argh.... So it wasn't me?

"Sure, don't you remember?" I still force mas ojob to be honest about his dream last night.

"No!"

"Father to delirious that time do not remember? Oops...." I keceplosan. Now replace the mas ojob who stared at me curiously. I immediately pretended to return to the file report on the table.

"I was delirious last night, huh? I said what the hell are you so curious about my dreams?"

Mas ojob stood up and leaned his body with both hands resting on the table.

I closed my mouth to hold back the laughter that was about to explode. But what I did was make it look like people were relapsing in asthma.

I really am not strong..

"Sir, I permit shopping first to the supermarket near the office huh? You want me to masakin what?"

I tried to divert the question mas ojob who was seriously interrogating me.

"OK please! But after lunch, you still owe me a story about my delusions last night!"

Yaela.. I should be curious about the same dream mas ojob, why now even mas ojob who is curious about his delusions. Then we're fifty - fifty's the story?

I hurriedly took the wallet from the sling bag and immediately went to the supermarket near his office mas ojob. Every now and then I reach for the tip of my veil to shut my mouth that cannot help but laugh.

Oh my God. Haduh.

Eee... What was I saying? Do you love big babby boy? 😱😱😱😱😱

Tbc