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Devan Drunk

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Her Night.......

"Rendy's grown up shouldn't be, Rendy's still sleeping with mom."

Rendy looked at sad Rahma. Did the mother not love Rendy anymore until now she was told to sleep alone?indeed, it has been almost a month, more precisely since there was Rahma, Rendy always asked Rahma to sleep with him.

"Why? Mommy doesn't like to sleep with Rendy?"ask Rendy.

"Who said? Even mother really likes but, Rendy now'kan already big. Rendy had to study independently, embarrassed dong if caught by Zahra, Rendy was willing to enter SD, but her sleep was still accompanied," explained Rahma.

Rendy understood. Rahma was of course happy because every time she said, Rendy never denied. Well even though Devan will be angry because he thinks Rahma's way is too hard in arranging his son.

But what cares Rahma, even the girl does not consider Devan as her boss. The principle is that if Mama Devan is okay, Devan's comments do not need to be ignored. Lagian Rahma also gave her good upbringing to Rendy. Unlike Devan who was too honest when Rendy asked.

"It's night, now sleep," said Rahma briefly as she kissed Rendy's cheeks.

"Tomorrow on Monday, so Rendy's seven o'clock entry can't be late" Rahma continued.

"Dad mother, good night."

"Good night, baby."

Rendy started closing her eyes. Rahma was still in her position sitting on the edge of the bed and gently stroking Rendy's head. Not long after the boy fell asleep and Rahma immediately went out.

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PLAKK!

The sound of a slap from downstairs made Rahma who was walking to her room stop. Down there it looks dark because there is only a light beam in the living room and the moonlight of the night so bright.

"Why does this habit repeat itself, Devan! How many times have you told me not to drink anymore! The transition of all problems is not there!" Mama Devan's voice sounded angry from the lower lamtai.

"Mama, Devan is dizzy, tomorrow is well," said Devan as he coughed.

Rahma who understood what was happening now immediately came down and approached the mama Devan who was angry now.

"Ma,"pangil Rahma. Mama Devan looked over.

"Ah I'm sorry, mama must have disturbed your sleep huh?"

"No, I am a sleeping belly" replied Rahma.

"Miss puffed up." Devan was hailed with his hoarse voice.

"It's night, mama sleeps, let me take care of her, sir" Rahma said. Mama Devan glanced at Devan for a moment who was already heavily drunk.

The middle-aged woman smiled gently at Rahma then she directly chose to return to her room. Choose to let Rahma take care of Devan. It was also better because at least Mama Devan's emotions could be restrained on Devan tonight.

Actually, Devan had not been drinking for a long time and even went home drunk like that, but I don't know what the problem is until his son returned to the moon.

Rahma immediately approached Devan who was already limp on the sofa. The man's circumstances make Rahma hurt. Devan is not only drunk, but his shirt is filled with traces of women's lipstick, his neck is also red-red, Rahma's mind is no longer positive.

However, Rahma was aware. He is jealous of who he is and what his rights are. A servant does not deserve to be jealous of his master.

"Miss puffed up my body is hot," Devan muttered softly.

"Dad, let's stand us up to the room" Rahma replied as she began carrying Devan's body. The journey will certainly be long even though the distance is not too far to get to the top floor. Plus Devan who has spoken slurs is not clear to make Rahma upset herself.

"Huhuhhh!" Rahma breathed a sigh of relief as they were finally in Devan's room. The girl immediately pushed strongly Devan's body to fall into the mattress. No matter what he saw Devan's head hit slightly on the head of the mattress until the master grimaced in pain.

"Always trouble me, you damned damsel." Rahma murmured loudly as she put her feet into the wardrobe.

"Sok-sok'an drunk everything, if not bother me no problem, this is nothing should I take care of you!" Rahma's nagging continued as her hand opened Devan's shirt to wipe the man's body.

True to guess, not only on the neck, but on the chest Devan also a lot of traces of suction of women droplets vampire.

"He's ugly, his lips don't tarnish." Devan's murmur again made Rahma emotional. The wet towel he used instantly switched he rubbed roughly onto Devan's face.

"What the hell are you doing there?"ask Rahma. Although Devan remains closed, but Rahma believes Devan still has consciousness.

"Sit down." That silly answer made Rahma hard-pumped Devan's arm.

"I know that, other than sitting, what are you doing?playing with those sexy women?iyeah!?" Rahma is really emotional, she can't take it anymore. The thought of Devan doing that instantly made Rahma's heart hot.

"Playing the ladder snake" Devan replied with a big laugh.

"Fucking widower!"hiss Rahma while wiping Devan's entire body, even the girl was willing to desperately endure her embarrassment when she opened Devan's trousers.

"Don't move, don't drop the towel!"snapped Rahma. While Devan continued to babble indistinctly, it was possible that the man was taking out his teats.

"Miss puffer, can you love me sincerely?"

Deg!!

Rahma turned back. And Devan is still in his position. Eyes closed. Seeing the tears coming out of Devan's eye patch made Rahma come closer.

"He's crying?"mumbling Rahma

"Why can no one love me sincerely!?why would that be?"devan's voice started to get hoarse again. Yes the man was really crying.

"Nobody can sincerely accept me."

"I believe it can still disappoint me."

Devan continued to babble, while Rahma just silently listened. Seeing Devan's tears continue to flow makes Rahma heartless. Never had he seen Devan that sad.

Even though Devan is drunk. But Rahma knew that all the words that drunken men say were really about the feelings of her heart.

"What exactly happened?"mummified Rahma. The girl was certainly confused to see Devan say a word of disappointment and sincerity that was somehow addressed to whom.

"I hate you, Jessika!"shouts Devan.

Rahma jerks. So the guy's problem is Jessika. Have they broken up? The spirit began to wonder.

"That woman really disappointed me" Devan said, clenching his hand.

"I hate him, I hate him so much!" Rahma stretched out her hand and grabbed Devan's hand. The other hand he used rubbed Devan's cheek wet from tears.

"Nobody really loves me. Everybody's lying!"

"My head hurts."

Rahma could only laugh when she suddenly saw Devan smiling when she had just cried. The man now pulled his own hair.

"Sleep," Rahma said

"Miss puffed up,"pangil Devan tilted his body to Rahma.

"What?"ketus Rahma's.

"Secret listen to me and answer me honestly!"snapped Rahma.

Devan did not answer. His mouth just keeps blabbing at things that don't connect.

"My answer are you doing it with those ugly women over there?"ask Rahma.

"Yes.no. I'm not playing, he's asking me I don't know my head hurts." Devan's answer again upset Rahma herself.

Bugh!!

Another hard blow Rahma landed on Devan's arm. "The correct answer, they kissed you and what else?!" Sentak Rahma emotion.

"Ohhh....." Devan laughed again.

"Yes she kissed me, her lips were ugly, but I could not refuse."

Rahma threw out her breath. It is very desirable that he is currently beating out Devan to vent his frustration. I don't know remembering Devan's red chest made Rahma immediately emotional.

"He kissed me. Here, here and in-no I don't touch it. Yeah I don't want to do it I refuse."

"really?" Devan nodded slowly.

"Miss puffed up?"

"Hmm?!"

"Do you love me?"

That question again!

Rahma was silent until Devan's voice came back.

"Why can't anyone accept me sincerely?"

"There!" Reply Rahma.

"But Jessika isn't?"ask Devan.

"Every woman is different sir, maybe not Jessika but I'm sure there is" Rahma replied.