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Alva glanced down, right at his trunk. He closed his eyes for a moment, cursing his folly, which did not feel the towel coming off his body.

Alva gulped, with a reddened face he got up. And as fast as lightning ran into the house. As soon as he reached the doorway, the man shouted loudly. "Yyyyyy..."

Everyone chuckled by holding their stomachs, Pram was no exception. Right, just this time the middle-aged man, laughed loosely at the silliness of his son-in-law.

The man who used to stand up straight, so perfectly, was feeling a great shame.

Fortunately Alva still wears triangle-shaped pants. Otherwise, Mona and the others could be gaping by the size of her junior. Remember, big, sturdy and reliable.

Like an elephant.

"Oh my goodness, Chilla. Your husband is really well, so bucinnya same wife until did not feel the towel fell where?" Mona laughs with Sarah.

Even the two middle-aged women were shedding tears, so long ago they were wide open, enjoying the face of Alva who looked very red, resisting embarrassment.

Chilla bit her lower lip, while holding back a smile. As for the fathers, they were more and more engrossed in their chatter, clapping their shoulders, remembering the youth.

The girl got up, then said goodbye to her two mothers. "Ma, I followed brother first yeah." He said, pointing to the house.

Mona and Sarah who were still traveling with objects hanging behind the triangular fabric, just nodded compactly.

Start, confide in the junior size of each husband, with their favorite styles.

Chilla carefully climbed the stairs to her room. Without knocking, Chilla sneaked in, and found Alva already wearing a white casual t-shirt. And was tidying her hair in front of the mirror.

Seeing Chilla coming, Alva immediately turned around.

"Honey," Alva attacked Chilla's body by tightly hugging his wife's body, although it could not be as tight as before. The embarrassment was still imprinted, even his face was still slightly flushed.

"Is there anything missing, brother?" Canda Chilla withholds laughter, intending to tease her husband. Alva pulled away, and looked at Chilla with a look that I don't know.

Alva holds Chilla's wrist. "Check yourself." Alva said after the fingers were in the trunk area.

Chilla snickered, and Alva began to be able to smile full of sneaky grins, "Let's check on me, honey. I'm afraid your favorite trunk flew away." Rengek Alva, squeezing the body to push towards the bed.

Intention mocked Alva, now he's the one with the sap.

Realizing that she was locked up, Chilla stared back at her husband, hitting Alva hard on the chest, wanting to be released. "Sister, don't keep perverting. Come on ah out, have been waiting to know Mama Papa."

Chilla melengos and is about to step up, but Alva hastily blocks her arm.

Alva smirked, suspicious. And Chilla's starting to be alert.

With a thousand ultimate moves, Alva pulled Chilla's nape and smeared her tiny lips, initially trying to push Alva's chest away.

However, over time, Chilla actually saves the T-shirts that Alva wears. That feeling increasingly demanding, convoluted tongue that can no longer be said to be reasonable, because it makes both of them almost unconscious.

Until a knock on their bedroom door, stop everything. The intense heat was forced to be extinguished, the flash of the fog of passion was forced to disappear.

"Who?" Alva shouted in annoyance from inside the room, because someone who knocked on the door, did not immediately open the sound.

"Anu, Sir. The same master Miss awaited Madam in front." Said Bi Sumi timidly. For someone as far away from a husband as she is, anything to do with Alva and Chilla, everything feels horror and so scary.

Not answering anymore, from inside there was the sound of Chilla moaning. Making Bi Sumi hold her breath, with all her thoughts.

Patience, patience.

Considered like a bully, without saying a word, Bi Sumi hurriedly left, and as for the voices, let her keep them in her heart.

Chilla flicked her lips, and snorted in annoyance at Alva's behavior. Suddenly the man bit his neck, to Chilla's surprise reflex let out a voice, a sighing voice.

Alva gave a loud chuckle, cupped both sides of Chilla's cheeks and kissed her in droves. "Why is my wife so adorable."

And the next second, Alva carried the pregnant woman's body into the air. Carrying it bridal style, out of the room to the yard.

The place where the little party was held.

"Feel rich new mendicants keep well. If you're in his room, he doesn't want to go out." Mona grumbled when Alva and Chilla had just arrived there.

Chilla's face harrumphed in embarrassment, while Alva was casual, even impressed indifferent.

"Processing your grandchild is not once so, it is also necessary development and supervision." Alva responded to her mother's words, lowering Chilla from her sling.

"Development, is your child bread?" Cetus Mona's. Making everyone who was there chuckle.

Even Jonathan and Pram were bobbing their heads.

Since marrying Chilla, inexplicably Alva so much talk, until Mona just run out of words and energy, serving son only wayangnya.

"Already, already. Later the meal is not so-so if you guys fuss constantly." Sarah said mediating mother and child, she pulled Chilla to join her in helping herself prepare the meat to be roasted.

Chilla said she took the tray and filled it with meat, squid and other puncture.

"My mother-in-law, my wife, don't be told to go on, she'll be tired." Alva said softly, but with a serious facial mimic.

Hearing that, Sarah looked over.

And Mona who is not far from Alva, reflexes clapped the child's head just like that, until Alva complained. "Auch! Why the hell, Ma? Am I wrong, especially?" Alva protested, reaching for Chilla's hand, to stroke her head.

"Your brain, your brain is really sliding, the road should not, this it should not, but if you serve you number one, it is actually you who make Chilla tired. Strangely his behavior." Omel Mona, he's on his waist pointing at Alva's face.

"It's different, Ma," bela Alva.

"Here, it's up to Alva." Mona finally said, she shook her hands, she was sure, her son would continue to deny her words.

"Why did Mama keep getting angry. Alva used to be visited every day just as Papa doesn't matter."

"OMUO!!!" Strangled Mona with her shaky voice.

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