LAMHA AND MR. EL
Guests Don't Know Themselves

"Ah shit! shithead! how can I be helped, how can El and Lamha make up again and I don't know?! Aarrrgggh!!!"

Prude!!!

Nickolas went on a rampage and showed me a glass in his hotel room. I don't know how much damage he did, which is clear at this time he wants to vent all his emotions that have been changed.

Not even his men dared to come close for fear of being an outlet for Nickolas' anger. After venting all his anger Nickholas laughed like a madman. He sat down and began to recall his memories with Patricia. Everything is so beautiful because they love each other, but because it was forcibly separated by Patricia's parents who received a proposal from the El master's family, eventually their relationship had to run aground. Nickholas did not stop there, he continued to approach Patricia until finally Patricia wanted to re-establish romance with her behind Mr. El. At first Patricia promised her she would never give up her crown to El's master because of her love for Nickolas only. Nickolas believed and was patient waiting for the right time to take back what belonged to him. But in the second year of her marriage to Mr. El, Patricia claimed to be pregnant and ended her relationship with Nickholas. Nickolas felt betrayed and at that moment he was completely destroyed. From that moment on he was determined to take revenge on lord El. Especially when she found out Patricia died after giving birth to the son of Mr. El, her hatred grew.

"I would love to come with you to heaven. But you know, I'm not satisfied if I haven't smashed Libra Graham to pieces. Haha...!!" Nickolas laughed like crazy.

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Mornings

Tok Tok Tok!

It was still dark, the sun was still timidly showing its light, but master El had already visited Lamha's house.

"Before a while" said Lamha from inside the house, Lamha was astonished, early in the morning there were already people who had visited his house. Lamha thinks his mother's vegetable subscription or maybe his neighbor's. But when the door opened.

Kriieeit!!!

"Assalamu'alaikum pretty?" greet Mr. El with a fluffy smile on his face. Praised as soon as Lamha's cheeks blushed, but fortunately there was a veil that covered it all.

"Vaalaikumsalam. What's up here early?" lamha asked without looking at El sir. Oath of Demi anything nowadays Mr. El looks different and so handsome because he only wears white plain shirts and knee-length brown pants.

"You're having breakfast. May it?" ask Mr. El.

"Well?!" Lamha looked up in disbelief.

"Can't you? yes, if I can't go if so." said Mr. El Memelas.

"Don't! uh, I-I mean why should breakfast here, indeed at the hotel does not provide breakfast for visitors?" ask Lamha.

"I want it here, will you?" asked Mr. El without answering Lamha's question.

"That, it's not dead yet. It's still early morning. Later, it's still cooking." said Lamha.

"Yes, I have been waiting until the mateng" said Mr. El while smuggling into Lamha's room, but not yet allowed or welcome to enter.

Bugh!

Lord El settles down on Lamha's bed. Lha staggering. Then go into the room and see Mr. El who was lying down while closing his eyes.

"Later if you call me. I sleep hard all night and can't sleep." said Mr. El.

"Why can't you sleep?" tanya Lamha was curious. Mr. El opened his eyes and looked at Lamha lovingly.

"Waituin bidadari khilaf nelfon again, but instead not khilaf-khilaf. I was left to sleep." seduced Mr. El. Isha! This man turns out to be good at seducing, if this continues Lamha can meleyoot!

"Whatever." said Lamha briefly.

"Good cooking, don't salty. Later you.." Mr. El hung up his words to make Lamha turn back.

"What are you going to do?" ask Lamha.

"Later you I'll have sex." her ceplos. Lamha took a pillow and threw it in the face of Mr. El because he was so upset. Mr. El caught the pillow and hugged it and even kissed it.

"Ahhh...!!" said Mr. El.

Lamha shook her head, then went back into the kitchen and continued her cooking activities. Until 06.30 WIB, Lamha had finished arranging all the food at the table and invited her mother and sister to breakfast. After that, he returned to his room and it turned out that Mr. El was asleep. Lamha approached and sat down on the edge of the bed. Hesitatingly he touched the hand of master El to wake him up. But because she did not want her mother and sister to wait too long, she finally decided to shake her husband's body.

"Mas, get up first. Come on breakfast, it's dead." said Lamha. But Mr. El did not budge and was still engrossed in the world of his dreams.

"Maz... ms...!" Lamha shook her husband's body again. But Mr. El hasn't opened his eyes yet.

'How else to build it? did I.' muttered Lamha. Lamha did not run out of ideas, he opened his phone and turned a murottal Qur'an and put it in the ear of Mr. El. Mr. El woke up and reflexively raised both his hands.

"Even Allah, forgive me" said the unconscious Lord El. Lamha giggled and then turned off the murottal. Mr. El regained his senses and looked at Lamha who was laughing a little. Damnit damnit! he's bullied! with one move, Mr. El pulled Lamha into his arms.

"Mas, peelingin." said Lamha struggling.

"Have you been naughty, have you dared to marry your husband?" ask Mr. El.

"That's. that's..." Lamha stuttered.

Seett

Mr. El took off Lamha's veil and now she had a beautiful face that had been missed so much. Without further ado Mr. El immediately devoured the red lips of the pomegranate and covered it with gentleness. Lamha initially revolted, but over time his senses disappeared, he finally accepted and enjoyed the kiss. No hesitation he returned the winding of Mr. El's tongue in his mouth. Ah, it feels so good after a long time of not making out. Yet just now that master El was about to creep up, Suddenly...

"Son, the vegetables are cold, let's have breakfast first." call Lamha's mother.

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