Tomboy Girl Vs Mr. Impoten

Change the pants

Edgar and Zalea also ate together, Siti and Ajat sir joined even though they had refused.

A few minutes later.

Edgar and the others finished the meal, Zalea also took care of the dirty dishes with Siti, she went to wash the dishes and also cleaned the table. Bu Siti make sweet tea and also boil cassava from gardening Pak Ajat, in Villa which the air is cold is very suitable with warm food. After washing the dishes Zalea approached Edgar who was sitting waiting for him, just now he wanted to sit his hands in a pull into a room. Edgar opens the wardrobe, he looks for pants that he thinks are suitable for Zalea.

"Try me to wear this" said Edgar thrusting a pair of black trousers.

"This big om." said Zalea.

"Cobain first." said Edgar.

"Yes come out first om, not muhrim." oust Zalea.

"Father, it will be halal" said Edgar relaxed.

"Oooooommmmmm!" zalea Protest.

Edgar came out of the room and chuckled, Zalea changed her pants because she also felt cold.

Chequek.

Zalea came out of the room holding the pants that had been changed, Edgar looked at Zalea who continued to hold the pants that had been given, he held back his laughter seeing the pants worn by Zalea piled up at the bottom.

"Pppfftt, why are you holding his pants?" edgar asked, holding back his laughter.

"Huhuhu, om kegedean 😭 pants are also very long, see this until stacking kayak gini." whine Zalea.

"It doesn't really fit the same face look lu cil, style aja tomboy but ngerengue kayak baby." ledek Edgar.

"Father, wear the pants that were just now" said Zalea.

"Udah, at best you're wearing my goofy holster." break up Edgar.

Edgar went back into the room he opened his wardrobe and took his father's sarong which is often used for prayer or relaxing in the Villa. Edgar handed the holster to Zalea, with Zalea's irritated face taking the scabbard, and she tied the sheath firmly so as not to overdo it. As Zalea came out of Edgar's room, she gave her thumbs up, and Zalea grew increasingly upset.

"Otherwise, om?" pissed Zalea.

Edgar went back into his room, looking for something in his closet. After getting what he was looking for, Edgar put a peci in Zalea's head until he chuckled to himself.

"Well, it's just a hyhihi spell." said Edgar.

Zalea let go of the peci from the top of her head, she beat Edgar's body with the energy she had, she was annoyed even very upset at Edgar who continued to aggressively work on him.

"Not all use koko aja, nyebelin really om-om this one." sewot Zalea.

"It's a good idea" said Edgar smiling.

"OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM." shouted Zalea so loudly.

Prangs..

The pot that was held by Siti's bu until it fell, lucky the pot was not filled so he was not too worried. Ms. Siti held her chest in shock at Zalea's scream, her hands shaking as if she heard a ghostly giggling.

"Astagfirullah, O Allah" said Siti rubbed her chest.

Edgar covered Zalea's mouth with his hand, and Zalea's voice shrieked so loudly that her ears felt pain.

"Whisper!" jolt Edgar.

"Once more nyebelin." grumbled Zalea.

"Rather than you being noisy here, mending us out." Edgar asked.

Without waiting for an answer from Zalea, Edgar pulled Zalea's hand out of the Villa. He invited Zalea to sit on the green grass overlooking the lake, Zalea who had been red at once her emotions subsided upon seeing the scenery around her.

Sorry ya overslept was hihihi 🙏😁