You're Not the First

Talk

"Don't hold it!" Said Sofiyah with ketus.

"Oh, don't be angry!" He said as he hugged Sofiyah even tighter.

"Yin.....!!" Basofi's voice sounded hoarse as his tears fell again and Aya could feel it. The woman turned around and saw her husband shrinking the edge of her eyes.

"Why is koko crying? I should be the one crying and angry!!!"

"I'm sorry!!" Babas said for a time to apologize.

"Do you know evil?"

"I'm sorry" he said while holding Sofiyah's fingers.

"Not touch me!!"

"I'm sorry, Ay!!" The former playboy's face and eyes are beautiful.

"I'm sorry for what???!!!" Questions that are intimidating. His tone was angry with emotion.

"I've helped you...." Basofi did not dare to look Sofiyah in the eyes because he did not know why his heart so melow like children who were caught making mistakes and were in the trial of his parents.

Sofiyah sat down and prepared to give a long talk to her husband.

"It's not just that. I know I've made mistakes but why doesn't Koko think she's done it too. Not just once but many times with women who change. Shouldn't I be the one getting angry? Why is Koko angry. If I can be jealous why can't I be jealous? Huohuhu..... Koko evil!! Bad koko!!!! " Sofiyah took out all the grunts in her heart while banging her husband's body with a bolster.

Basofi then sat down and never once denied the attacks of the wife. He held both of his earlobes like Indian children when they were guilty and apologized.

"I am willing to be punished whatever you want to forgive me. "

Seeing the actions of Basofi, Sofiyah even more roared. He was upset but also could not bear to continue beating Basofi who did not avoid at all. He covered his face with both hands and cried as he pleased because he could not control his emotions.

Basofi then hugged Sofiyah who turned out to be silent enjoying the distinctive smell of her body. Feeling that his wife had calmed down he kissed the top of Sofiyah's head but it turns out that Sofiyah even pinned Basofi's lips using her fingers.

"How many lips have felt these ugly lips. Huuhuuu..... How many times have these lips worn a woman? Ha.., tell me how many times??!!! Huhuhuhu .... huu....hu....." Sofiya came back angry and hit her husband's shoulders and chest.

"Sorry....! How am I supposed to do?" He asked while looking down and squeezing his fingers.

"Say how many times??!!" Sofiya snapped at her husband.

"Manyk....." Basofi answered, not daring to raise his head.

"Basic playboy tengikkkk! Koko is old ugly anyway. Know what??!!"

"Know... " Basofi was still sitting facing Sofiyah while looking down, not daring to look at the wife's eyes.

"Koko just can't hold me! Can't touch me!! If you want to take a shower there the same seven flower!!!" It's scary that the little guy is angry.

"But I want to hug you. Kiss you..."

Sofiyah took off her husband's shirt button by hastily making Basofi confused by his wife's actions but she kept quiet. His mind had gone everywhere and hoped that what was in his brain would happen next.

Sofiyah took off her husband's shirt and wiped the tears and snot that came out of her nose with her husband's clothes. Once satisfied he rubbed Basofi's lips using the same cloth. Rubbing it many times with a rough movement.

"Sick baby..." Basofi was compassionate to his wife.

"You're such a bitch! Ugh...." She clenched her hands and Basofi's clothes were put on to her husband's face.

"Sorry..... !" Basofi swallowed his saliva, only to find out that his small-bodied wife was very scary when angry.

"Can it be? Why keep apologizing?" Sofiya yelled at Basofi again. She then lay on her back to her husband with her face bent and messy hair like a jebrak tumbu.

"Sa-sayang... How is the fried rice?" Basofi is currently like a schoolgirl scared because she is in a bully.

"Not call me darling!!"

"That's all that's left. I never called them, baby. I just want to call my wife one of my darling"

"No need to fight. Not funny!" He said he had not changed his sleeping position.

Basofi then stood up and left Sofiyah alone. Sofiyah who wants to be persuaded and seduced curious also upset actually Basofi where to go. But a few minutes later he returned and joined Sofiyah on the bed in the same blanket. He hugged Sofia from behind again.

"Not hold on!" Aya said while putting away her husband's arm.

Basofi turned Sofiyah over by forcing her to look at her appearance.

"What the hell is ko?" He said in a stingy tone even though he liked it because he wanted to be forced. Just pretended to want to know how far Basofi would fight for it.

"Look first!" He said Babas in a seducing tone.

Sofiyah saw the hand of the husband who had been wrapped in thick gloves that are usually used by motorcyclists. Wearing long sleeved clothes and his face was also covered with a mask so that only his eyes could be seen.

"If this is not papa, right? Not touching directly?" Basofi saw the wife's bead and Aya was silent. That means he didn't reject her. As heard from his ustadz. If the woman often agrees it's just silence but if they don't agree then they'll spec up, talk.

Sofiya wanted to turn her back, but Basofi prevented her.

"I want to talk.... " Basofi held onto Sofiyah's arm despite being uncomfortable with the gloves but this time he was sincerely apologetic and willing to start another chapter as a husband and wife.

"I'm sorry Ay! You can punish me whatever I will accept if you will forgive me. I was selfish. I myself muddy sin, fuck a lot of women but I can't take it when I know that you've done the same thing. I'm sorry, I. You want to start it all over again. We both repent and improve ourselves?"

"Sokay wise know?" Sofiyah's narrowed eyes looked at Basofi in annoyance.

"Yes sorry. I just learned Ay...."

"Can I not really? I said sorry sorry to keep going..." His voice is still dull.

"I want to ask now. Where does abis isyak koko go? Why did I leave me alone in the apartment?"

Basofi was silent because Sofiyah told him to shut up.

"Can you say it anyway? Why are you talking and just be quiet?"

"So-we told you to shut up, Ay?" Basofi asked.

"Help.... But if asked, answer me!!" Sofiyah was upset not playing with her husband who did not understand her feelings.

'By the way wrong, wrong diem also continue how should I? Why haven't I seen my mom sulk with me? It turns out that it is also complicated to face an angry woman. Yes Fate. Erroneous, Yes All soften the heart of wife sata. Never to be angry again.