Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 27

Either because it's tired, or because this room is cold. My eyes closed so fast. Amal closed his eyes.

There was a fine snoring from the mouth of Amal.

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

"Agrrhh... My Charity..!" I screamed in his ear.

Amal was so surprised that he immediately dudud, and was busy asking me, "what is Zah? What's up?"

I glared at him. And he's still like an innocent man.

" Yes!"

" Why are you screaming?" Amal stared at the clock on the wall.

" It's still 4 in the morning!" Excited again.

"Where are the bolsters that are the separators between us?" I'm angry.

" Where do you know." He looked confused looking for the pillow bolster.

" Why didn't you move? Why are we in bed? Why are we hugging Zahra? What if there's a third person?"

Mas Amal pinched his forehead, "o Allah who.just a matter of sleeping in bed early in the morning uda repetted like a mercon."

Amal just shook his head.

" We are not halal yet...!" My words no longer accept.

" We don't do anything. We just slept in bed. Look at your clothes are still complete. Last night before you went to bed, didn't you go to sleep? Who didn't move? So whose fault is it?" Mas Amal replacean.

I just scratched my head that wasn't itchy, "yes you're the one who's wrong." My answer is not to lose.

" Female, NEVER WRONG! jeered Amal for leaving me.

Amal went into the bathroom. She came out with wet hair soon,

" Battle after that we pray!" Mas Amal said while drying his hair.

Without a word I went into the bathroom with toiletries. I am used to carrying equipment items such as change of clothes, makeup tools, toiletries also do not miss mukena when traveling anywhere. So as not to make it difficult later when I am anywhere.

I still don't believe Amal's words. He could have lied. While I was sleeping he kissed me too, and I was unconscious.

What a fool Zah! It could be like this. The widower had been married, it could be that he was once a crocodile demon. I miss my stupidity in the bathroom.

Tok.dok..

The bathroom door is knocked. Surely it's Amal, "What's wrong?" I screamed from the bathroom.

" Shower! Don't sleep." General mas Saying.

Huh! Just wanna say that? Is there anyone in the bathroom sleeping? Mas. mas a lot of his songs. I sneered at Amal's mass behavior from the bathroom and I did it only from the heart. Hehe....

I also immediately took a shower did not take long because the water was cold like ice water. I immediately put on clothes not wanting to linger in the bathroom.

Mas Amal has been waiting for me with a checkered shirt and jeans, not to forget the peci is already on his head. I immediately put on the mukena, and we also performed two rakaat dawn prayers.

Masya Allah .. it feels very comfortable if the prayer is imami by worship men.

Finish praying I immediately put on makeup. Simple makeup, not menor but still fresh. Amal sat on the bed watching me.

" Beautiful." Mumbled.

" What's mas?" I pretended not to hear.

" Beautiful darling..." Compliment again.

" Thank you, baby..." I replied to Amal's words and ended them with a word of love.

" No one has breakfast yet?" Amal looked at the road we were walking.

" It's still too early, people aren't hungry yet." My answer is origin

" Tumben's really the same way beautiful people, but I'm starving."

" What do you mean?"

" Edih early in the morning, why is it hard? Another month, huh?" Canda mas Amal's.

I'm ashamed of myself if Amal's mass discusses a matter that is too intimate. In order not to be extended, I finally chose silence.

When we saw that there was a breakfast shop that was open, we finally took time to eat breakfast.

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After a long journey we finally got home.

My charity came down with a bag containing my equipment.

The only ones at home are aunt Lidya and om Iwan.

We went in and sat in the living room.

" Why should you catch Mal?" Aunt Lidya begins to interrogate Amal.

" Yes aunty, if you want to go home it's a big risk." Charity began to reason.

" Aren't you if that's risky? What else you guys are doing at the hotel. Who knows you're doing the no-no." Aunt Lidya said without stale bases.

" I made sure Zahra came home unharmed. If aunt doesn't believe ask Zahra. Isn't that Zah?" Amal threw me a question.

" Yes, aunty." Answer shy.

" So Zahra's still sealed, isn't Mal?" Without further ado, Iwan joined.

" It's still om, I can assure you the holy has not been confirmed anything. Still ori." Mas Amal blinked his eyes one to om Iwan.

While I have glared at om Iwan and mas Amal.

" What the hell is it about? Basic om-om meet duda sir is suitable!" I sneered at them.

And they just laugh.

Not long after Amal said goodbye, and tomorrow he will take me on a pilgrimage to the tomb of his mother and father and his father Amal.

I turned Amal's mass to the front. I got in after Amal's car disappeared.

" Tan, let's take a break." I entered the room without waiting for aunty's answer.

I put my body on the bed. Recollecting memories of last night.

Mas Charity... Can resist his urge to ask me to have a husband-and-wife relationship. Though in thought impossible for a man who has never felt. Especially last night it was just the two of us.

" Zah." Zah." Aunty appeared behind the door.

" Go in tan!"

Auntie's coming towards me.

He looked at me deeply.

" What's up, tan?" Much

" True Amal didn't touch you? You will not be conscious while sleeping. Or feel it in the section ******** you have a linu or sick? Or is there blood on hotel sheets?" Aunt looks worried.

I began to remember, "it seemed like there was no tan, nor did I feel any pain. Mas Amal is a good aunt. Trust Zahra. Zahra and Amal's mass are not that low." I answered trying to convince aunt.

" Thank God." There was a feeling of relief on Aunt Lidya's face.