Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 26

" There's a hotel, baby..." He plays his eyebrows up and down.

" We are not legitimate!" I snort in anger.

" Three more days we're legit baby."

" In three days time God can change anyone, in three days time God can change destiny." I replied again not to lose.

" A bu ustadzah is lecturing? Indeed if nginep in the hotel is wrong huh buk ustadzah? Sleep by himself. We'll book room two. Buk ustadzah think I like to hook people I haven't halalin?" Her words joked.

I just smile to myself. Shame yourself because you have had dirty thoughts on this one child widower.

" Why smile on your own later hiccup..."

I did not respond to Amal's words.

I'm afraid your inner love is busy ngeromet alone.

Basic pak duda, he does not like to raise who is not halal. In fact, just look at my hand, he can't stand it.

" It's not halal yet. He said he didn't like gauli that wasn't halal." I satirize using his own words.

He just grinned at hearing my innuendo" just a little darling.."

I don't know why he likes my hand. Many times my hands are held, many times my hands are also kissed, many times my hands are brought to touch his chest.

It was still the hand that was touched, but it was like there was an energy that I did not know was going through my body. It's warm!

We stopped eating at the rice shop. We seem to have the same appetite. Rice with chicken side dish special thigh part.

" Likes thighs too?" My toot.

" Likes. But for now it's just chicken thighs." Candanya.

" O Allah, we are talking about chicken thighs instead of other thighs." My protest against this widower sir.

I took the phone out of the bag. Looking for his mother's number Amal.

" Want to call ready, baby?" Surprised Amal saw me making a video call.

Video call connection connected. There's Zuwita and mom's face on my phone screen. Amal immediately tightened his seat so that his face could enter the video.

It looks like Zuwita who is learning to talk comes with his lisp.

" Tomorrow we go together, brother..." Saying again.

" Be careful Mal brought the car." Mother's message.

After the order came I ended my call with Zuwita which ended with the cry of Zuwita who wanted to come along.

" So you know the good food in this area." My toot.

" If it's still Riau area, insyaallah understand."

And every time it is fed by Mas Amal, the place is always comfortable. This was the third time he had invited me to eat in a different place and did not disappoint.

Charity gave me money, "pay ya!"

" Why did you pay?"

" Let's get caught out when we're dating." Shame answer.

" It's true we're still dating."

" Justin!" He gave the code by sticking an index finger on my lips.

I walked over to the cashier and paid for the food we had eaten.

Amal was waiting for me in the car, "this is the change." I put the change on the car dashboard.

" Hold me, baby, get me a drink." Answer Amal without seeing me. He focused on the traffic jam of Pekanbaru city in the afternoon.

After being stuck in traffic many times we finally stopped at a boutique.

Amal and I went inside. He took my friendly hand.

The door was opened by a boutique employee, and a beautiful woman greeted us kindly.

" Hey Amal... Finally arrived."

He shook hands with the mass of Amal.

The beautiful woman glanced at me, "this is your future wife?"

" Candidate mas.." I justify the mass speech of Charity.

" It's not Charity's name if there's not much of it." Sarah said again.

We also shake hands.

If he sees Sarah, he seems to know very well how Amal mass. They also seem very familiar. Rarely is there a lasting friendship between a man and a woman. They are usually trapped by feelings of love. But Amal and Sarah?

" It's so good that Charity, you want to marry twice. I haven't been one time." He laughed to himself.

I noticed Sarah, it seems she harbored her feelings of love for Amal, to the point that she has not moved on from the romance story. He also often looked at Amal. As a fellow woman I can read body gestures if I love someone.

" Eh, so what color do you want to order? " Task sarah.

" If I could, I'd like one that's ready. Our wedding was three days away so there was no time. If the matter of color and model I hand over to the wife." Mas Amal's.

Basic mas Amal with his leisure said wife, I just shake my head to see a widower pack of one child.

Finally Sarah and I discussed about what color model is suitable for me and Amal mass.

After finishing the discussion, Amal and I were invited by Sarah to ride on the second floor.

Masya Allah's... I was amazed by Sarah's second floor appearance. So many wedding dresses of her designs are on display.

After finding the right size finally my wedding dress and have a mass Amal in the wrap.

After we finished paying, we for a moment did the prayer magrib and isya.

" We'll do it, okay?" Amal asked for my opinion.

" How is it...?" I hesitated to stay at the hotel.

" A fear of sleeping alone?"

Charity can read my way of mind.

" We ordered a room with two beds. Promise me it won't be weird. Believe me!" Amal raised two of his fingers in the air.

I'm him for a moment. Can this widower be trusted?

" Come! If we go home, the risk is huge." The mas Amal.

Finally with a heavy heart I followed the mass Amal to enter the hotel.

Mas Amal ordered one room with two beds.

The receptionist smiled a little at me.

I feel ashamed because I am not married but have dared to stay at the hotel.

We were escorted by hotel employees to the room we booked.

The hotel employee opened the door and left us both. In this hotel room it was just the two of us.

Oh Allah... Do not send a third person among us my prayers in the heart.

I immediately cleaned my face. Removing the mekaup, Amal looked at me deeply. Don't-don't duda kepengen....

Ih... I shudder in horror.

" Why is that?" Amal was surprised to look at me.

" Eh. anu. em.." I nervously answered her question.

Amal laid his body next to mine." Mas?" My protest.

" Just want to be near you, baby...! Promise is not just one thing." He laughed to himself.

You duda sir!

Finally we slept in one bed with a bolster pillow as a barrier to the distance between me and Amal.

Either because it's tired, or because it's cold. My eyes closed so fast. Amal closed his eyes. There was a fine snoring from the mouth of Amal.

When I woke up, how surprised I was. My charity hand was stuck in my stomach. The roll that I made the distance was thrown somewhere.

O Allah, we are already in one blanket. What did this widower do to me? I checked my clothes and it turned out that the clothes I was wearing were still complete and I tried to feel my cock. There is no pain in the slightest.

Oh God, am I still a virgin?