CONFESSION STONED
140. Love Story Snippets

Saturday night the Wiryas are going nowhere. Her afternoon friend had come to have lunch with her husband and children. And in the afternoon, Bara's younger sister was ready to visit her in-laws.

They just left, sitting together in the family room. Bara accompanied his father to play casual chess. Dul is facing a mini-city mockup consisting of an array of mini-beams.

“Don't that one. Starting from the warehouse section first. Iya—itu bener.” Bu Yanti sits on the sofa with a cell phone in her hand and instructs Dul on the correct sequence of assembling his toys.

“It looks like you have to buy a glass cabinet for a toy that has been completed assembling. Must be good,” said Mr. Wirya glanced at the mockups that Dul was working on.

“Iya, good too. So it's not messy everywhere. The share is small, if stepped on sick.” Bu Yanti scrolled through the screen of her phone while occasionally throwing a gaze at Dul.

“Especially if missing one is already difficult to arrange. It's really complicated about the toy. Yesterday when I bought it, I was asked what age it was for. Dad just ngeh if each box is different age,” said Mr. Wirya.

Sitting next to her mother-in-law. He did not even understand how his father and mother-in-law were really trying to understand Dul's toys that seemed trivial to him. Sejah saw the face of Dul who occasionally looked up to look at Bu Yanti as if asking for approval or support.

Sejah sees that Dul is increasingly at home in Bara's parents' residence because their attention spans up to trivial things.

Sejah noticed that Bu Yanti answered at length when Dul asked why he had to eat vegetables. Really good lecturer. And Dul is now his youngest student.

“Already? Yeah.huh really. Continue, later help. Uti again take a look at the complete baby clothes shopping place where. So we're not pacing to and fro.” Bu Yanti looked at Dul for a while then looked back down on his phone with a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

“Heru where? How rarely do you stop by?” Mr. Wirya suddenly asked about Heru.

“Mas Heru? To Bali mbak Fifi. Honey moon. I think I want to add a child. All the way there,” replied Bara.

“Hmmmfff—” Bu Yanti slightly glanced at Bara as her son said just that.

“Heru ‘kan romantic,” Pak Wirya replied.

“Romantis with the dragonfly is indeed different thin,” said Bara.

“But the fight worked. Fifi failed fiancee ama her boyfriend because of Heru. His soul is competitive, similar to eyang.” Mr. Wirya chuckled. “She really did your eyes.”

“I'm also competitive. Like to compete,” added Bara.

“Like to compete, but if not obedience maksa. Must,” said Bu Yanti. Sejah held a smile when he saw the look on Bara's face when her mother said that.

“That means consistent, faithful. Isn't it Jah?” tanya Bara turned to Sejah.

Sejah don't know what to say other than “Ha?” says on the words of her husband.

By 9pm, she was saying goodbye to her in-laws to go up to the second floor. Her waist was sore from sitting on the sofa for too long. Dul doesn't want to sleep. Ms. Yanti said she would watch over Dul so as not to sleep too late even on holidays.

Although his stomach is now starting to grow, but the body of the colon did not swell. In the seventh month of pregnancy, the weight of the new colon only increased 5 kilos.

Colonized already settles down with his raised pillow. She was observing an annual photo album of Bara High School taken from a bookcase near her husband's desk.

“Kirain has gone to sleep,” Bara said when he entered the room. Bara followed after being colonized an hour later after completing a game of chess with his father.

“Liat-liat this photo,” sahut Sejah raised the album that was in his hands. “There are photos of ex-boyfriend Mas no?” tanya Sejah while researching photos of Bara with his classmates.

“Nothing,” replied Bara briefly. He didn't lie, because his girlfriend used to be a class sister. Not sekatanya. So, of course, the picture of her ex-boyfriend wasn't in the yearbook.

Seen up seemed to be satisfied with that short answer. He started flipping through the album pages. Then, as if remembering something, Dijah looked up at Bara.

“Mas, that was the same as my real father?” tanya Sejah looked at her husband.

“Which one? About Heru?” ask Bara. Sejah nodded. “Which part? Romanticised?” sindir Bara to his wife. He was a little jealous because he asked her about Heru.

“Not. That's not. Problem mbak Fifi who failed fiancee same girlfriend because mas Heru,” replied Dijah.

“Ooohh. In the past, there were riots and riots. Similar ama case—” Bara silent for a moment. He hesitated a little to continue his story.

“My case means?” tanya Sejah's. His face is ordinary. Just looking straight at Bara and his goal is indeed the story of Heru.

“But there is one thing that Fifi does not know until now.” He looked at his wife's face. He lay down with one hand. With a hand stroking the stomach of the Sejah from behind his negligee, Bara again continues the story of Heru.

“What is it?” tanya Dijah was curious.

“Times mbedeketin mbak Fifi, mas Heru ngaku no girlfriend. Thoughts..”

“What's the situation?” tanya Sejah's.

“But his girlfriend is two. Different campus.Hahaha...” Bara laughed again.

“So how?” tanya Dijah was curious. Her hand now caressed her husband's chest.

“What's the point? It turns out that the former chicken coop residents are still preserving the culture of talking people,” Bara said.

“Marketing,” murmur Colonized hitting soft chest her husband.

“From on mukul it, mending megang this.” Bara pulled out his hand and put his wife's hand into the loose boxer he was wearing. “Tetep there if you want to hear the story,” added Bara when holding his hand to stay there.

Bara took a breath to start the story and then went back into silence.

“Why?” tanya Sejah's.

“Enak,” says Bara. “Again, delicious. Your hand anget.”

“Next not the story?” insist on getting colonized again. Bara's might had tightened perfectly in his grasp. She heard her husband start to sigh like a man of spiciness.

“Trus... after fighting a tonjok-tonjokan and entered the police station, finally mas Heru nerima answer from mbak Fifi. Acceptable. And mas Heru had to decide his girlfriends without the knowledge of Mbak Fifi. If only at that time, then Mbak Fifi knew that Heru already had a boyfriend, he would have been rejected outright. So then…. Aduh Jah—” Bara bit his lower lip and cradled Sejah to squeeze his wife's ass.

“So what?” tanya Sejah while circulating her thumb inside the boxer until many times touching the peak of her husband's power.

The embers grimaced and began to emit a glare from his eyes.

“Hmmm. Problem mas Heru, the late eyang who helped settle. Now you already know ‘kan why mas Heru relax aja Mas make a fuss yesterday? He just felt guilty, because a little bit, Mas imitated him.” Bara laughed again.

“Udah ah.. Mas want this,” said Bara tucked a hand in the folds of the thigh Sejah from behind. Swiping the inside of the thigh until it continues to rise to the top and stops at its destination.

“Excess pregnant wife is a lot yes.” said Bara started kissing his wife's neck.

“What?” tanya Sejahated with a raucous voice. Bara's hand under there started messing with his mind.

“Can be frequent. This is also more wow.” whispered Bara while raising the negligee worn by his wife so that he could see a pair of breasts that are expanding.

Bara kissed Dijah, making him let out another stifled groan. Bara's fingers caressed him more strongly. And more quickly. Seized felt Bara increasingly open it down there. Throw his finger in. Into him. It feels.very surprising. Intoxicating. It makes him unable to think much less talk.

Colored felt his hot passion getting bigger. He had forgotten the story about Heru earlier. Fuck the matter of Heru who. He looked into Bara's eyes that could not be separated as if devouring every expression created from the shrewdness of the fingers. She had to raise her legs slightly as an indirect request for her husband to continue the action.

And to stop the torment of pleasure, Bara got up and knelt before him. He opened his legs even wider. She wanted her husband to drown again in the most intimate body part she had exposed for the man.

The To Be Continued.....

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Once published, njuss will read again and immediately corrected. But due to the long review time of NT, those improvements would appear at most an hour later.

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