Don't despise my Shortcomings
Jealous???

It was the same Ayang Naqi...

Bebeb Naqi again play ama buluk...

Aa Naqi is the same as Rania

Cuekin ajah well Ra....

Manyunin ajah, the same Aa Tth is indeed bego, the important thing is you are happy ajah...

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As soon as Naqi reached the hospital mosque, her blood boiled even more, made by Cyra. His bocilnya wife is actually in the middle of chatting with handsome and handsome men. Well doctor Adam is a very charismatic handsome man.

"Got to think, she was even cool to chat with such an obscure man, when her husband was tormented like this," Naqi murmured, with a face as red as a tomato restraining the emotions and effects of herbal medicine that increasingly torment his body.

"Ma." Naqi walked up to Cyra instantly pulling Cyra's hand violently.

"Au.. What the hell is Mas, sick," Cyra ringis, shocked and sick also because her hand was gripped strongly by Cyra.

Of jealousy? I don't know what Naqi was obviously upset about when he saw his little wife chatting and laughing with other men.

"Dude, take care of your treatment, just as you're violent with your wife, if you act that way," Adam, she dislikes seeing Cyra being treated harshly by a man whom Adam believes is Cyra's husband.

"Shut up!!! Do not interfere in the household affairs of people. Basic seedlings P-E-M-B-I-N-O-R." Naqi cursed Adam with the term blower.

Of course Adam did not accept the name Naqi put. Adam immediately punched Naqi, so that Naqi who was not prepared became limp and almost kissed the tiles of the mosque which felt cold.

Ah...

Cyra was shocked and confused as to why the situation had become so tense.

"Dok, Cyra please don't do that. Mas Naqi Cyra's husband don't hit him again. Now Doctor Adam's out of here." Cyra encourages Adam to return to the hospital. "Please!" Please Cyra with both palms of her hands, with a clear look.

Adam, who values Cyra as his sister, grants Cyra's wish, and is forced to enter the hospital. But before that both Adam's eyes and Naqi's eyes clashed with sharp eyes, as if saying that the business was not finished.

Naqi rubbed the blood that came out from between her lips. After Adam went away, Cyra ran to her husband and helped him to wake up.

Naqi quietly followed Cyra who patiently converted herself to wake up, while Cyra's small body and shorter than Naqi's would have been difficult to reach Naqi.

"Quite Ra, you are just torturing me" said Naqi, who was increasingly tormented by friction from Cyra's skin that formed his skin. Causing pain, and getting tighter down there.

Cyra followed Naqi's will, releasing Naqi and walking slowly behind Naqi.

"Who is that guy?" asked Naqi in her barithic voice.

"Doctor Adam" Cyra replied quickly and briefly.

"Who are you, Doctor Adam? A boyfriend? What affair?" naqi asked in an increasingly irritated voice, but he kept walking with his broad steps.

Finally Naqi reached the manger and he opened the door and sat down. Naqi thought hard how to relieve her desire for love that increasingly paled. Even it felt as she saw Cyra eagerly pouncing and dragging with a pack on the bed.

"Damn.. shit," Naqi wrathfully struck the steering wheel.

Cyra, who was in the car, was frightened by Naqi's anger. Cyra thinks that Naqi is angry that he is chatting with Adam. Though Naqi cursed because he was annoyed with the grandfather who gave the damn herbal medicine.

"Shopping because Grandpa loves that damn herbal medicine. I'm so sorry for gini." Naqi continued to devote himself to his fate and tried to hold back the increasingly strained sahwat.

Cyra was still trying to keep quiet not wanting to add to Naqi's anger.

Naqi's concentration was increasingly disturbed, the more Naqi tried to suppress it the more intense and excruciating the pain became and could no longer be held back.

Naqi immediately turned her car into the towering hotel room.

"Down!" naqi said with a trembling voice.

Cyra, who was afraid of Naqi's misery, was confused as to why he should go to the hotel, and Naqi why did her voice tremble, was Naqi still angry or why? Cyra's mind was scattering the questions he wanted to ask Naqi.

"Mas, what's wrong with you? Is still angry with the incident and Cyra must explain what else let Mas believe," said Cyra in a soft tone as possible.

"Udah deh Ra, follow me on the hunt! If you're wondering, my body is getting tormented!" Naqi descended, and at that very moment Cyra came down without much question.

Naqi hurriedly walked towards the receptionist in the hotel lobby and started checking in. Of course as a requirement Naqi was asked to show KTP as well as Cyra.

Sweat as big as corn seeds more and more scattered out. With a restless body holding tightness down there that gets harder and sturdier. If the window is opened, the occupants will immediately pop out, say hello to whom he met from the window.Waiting for the receptionist to hand over the keys to the hotel room makes Naqi more agitated.

Cyra who did not know what happened to her husband was just surprised by Naqi's body which moves continuously as if he wants to urinate or defecate.

While the hotel attendant who was used to getting guests like Naqi, certainly only muttered and felt that Naqi was a couple who had deliberately rented a hotel just to find it safe to enjoy the beautiful paradise of the world.

Once the hotel room card is given by the receptionist. Naqi immediately grabbed and pulled Cyra to quickly follow him.

The receptionist who that night numbered three people, delivered two women and one man. They simultaneously shook their heads and muttered to each other.

"Basar has not been able to stand it," said one of them call sajah si A.

"Kasian well, the girl seems to be a child, but wants to be worked on," replied the B.

"Bocil, still plain, but must be stained by om-om crocodile." They laughed, imagining a scene of "Nunu nana" in Naqi and Cyra's room.

Cyra followed Naqi's long, wide steps. It feels like the protest to go slowly anyway will not be late either. However, seeing Naqi's red face and sharp gaze made Cyra's guts faint.

After a long walk Naqi finally reached the hotel room. "404, well this is the number," Naqi murmured inwardly. Naqi thrust straight into the room, and slammed Cyra's tiny body into the soft mattress.

"Oh my God, my God, why are you pushing me like throwing away a sack of rice" Cyra cried.

However, Naqi's gaze was as sharp as the eyes of an Eagle, wanting to tear apart its prey. Scared Cyra and retreated to find a safe position.

"Yes Allaah, help me, may the servant always be in your protection," Cyra prayed in his heart, that he would always be protected from Naqi's curse.

Seriate....

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