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Can do anything

Sandra and Farzan had just finished breakfast. Sandra was about to stand up to clean the table, but Farzan quickly picked up the dirty dishes and stacked them together.

“You've cooked, let me wash,” said Farzan with a big smile, then brought the pile of dirty dishes to the washbak.

Sandra was surprised by what Farzan did, and then followed to take over.

“Let me be the one who is holy, you sit down,” said Sandra was ready to take over.

Farzan shook his head, then prevented Sandra's hand from picking up the sponge.

“Already, let me do the washing. From now on we do all together,” reply Farzan while preventing.

Sandra was again made to feel so special with Farzan's attitude, until finally succumbing and then doing another job.

This day they spend time cleaning the house because of course they still take a day off work. When Sandra sweeps, Farzan will clean the dust from the table or closet. Sandra washes her clothes, Farzan will hang her. Both truly reflect a very romantic married couple.

“I want to meet Chila,” Sandra said when the two are done cleaning the house.

“Alright, we go there,” reply Farzan.

Sandra kissed her clothes, after sweating from cleaning, feeling that her body was sticky and now also smelled sour.

“I shower first.” Sandra stood up to take a shower.

However, Farzan suddenly restrained Sandra's hand, making her turn towards him.

“What's up?” sandra asked with a frown.

“Mandi together,” replied Farzan without sin.

Instantly Sandra's eyeballs were rounded, assuming that she had misheard.

“Man-bath with what?” ask Sandra until she stutters.

Farzan stood up with a grin that was held back. “Ya shower together.”

Sandra shook her head in a sign of refusal.

“Ish ... don't mess around.” Sandra was about to take off the hand held by Farzan, honestly she was embarrassed if she took a bath together, she could have misbehaved and done something stupid.

“Zan!” Sandra shouted in surprise. She spontaneously put both arms around her husband's neck for fear of falling.

“It's legal, so do anything can, ‘kan?” Farzan banged their eyebrows, making Sandra close her eyes at a glance.

Sandra lowered her gaze, poking at her own lips in embarrassment if it was possible in the bathroom Farzan repeated their romance.

Sure enough, instead of going to the bathroom, Farzan instead took to the room. Now she slowly poured out her body, before lying half to face Sandra from the side.

“She wants to take a shower?” sandra asked with a red tinge as Farzan stared.

“This up,” replied Farzan casually.

Not yet Sandra replied, her lips were silenced and she felt her husband's warm breath hit her face. Sandra closed her eyelids, letting her husband sip her lips repeatedly.

The kiss led them into a pool of passion. Until unknowingly they have taken off each other's clothes, then returned to do the unification and repeat their activities last night. The sweat is now back to manifest in the body and face, fingers are interlocked and squeezed when the body becomes one. The old untouched body is now getting used to it, receiving the touch that will now always accompany it.

After the high waves rolled and threw both, now Farzan and Sandra instead lay on the bed with a sloping position and looked at each other.

“We're into Chila?” sandra asked as Farzan looked exhausted.

Farzan smiled and nodded his head.

“Of course.” Farzan got up and grabbed his clothes on the bed.

Sandra got up, picked up clothes and put them back on.

“I'll take a shower first,” said Sandra while brushing her hair that had fallen in front of her face.

“Bareng alone let not wait each other,” reply Farzan without turning to Sandra because busy wearing her clothes.

Sandra immediately glared and turned to Farzan.

“Ish ... do not want, later existing longer.” After saying that sentence, Sandra chose to run to the bathroom first.

Farzan turned his head when Sandra refused, until he saw his wife running like a child. The man chuckled softly, then shook his head in a fit of anxiety.