Love Because of Mandate (Revised)
Chapter 79

They arrived at Sigit's house. Hana is awakened by Sigit. "Han, wake. Help open the door. Your mother if you've been sleeping hard to build it"

Hana rubbed her eyes. And nod. He went down and opened the door. "Mas Si want to stay here?" Sigit nodded.

"Capek if you still have to go to Muti's house. Fajr just came home" Hana nodded and opened Sigit's room door. "Take a look at her head" said Hana.

Sigit put Muti slowly on the bed. He changed his clothes and followed Muti to sleep. He smiled at his wife. Hugged Muti tightly. "Hmm, it's comfortable like this. Want the night just keep going, so it can be the same he continues. Aih, my bucin's getting worse"

Muti rubbed his eyes. He looked up to see Sigit smiling with his eyes closed. "Mas, are we there?"

Sigit took off his embrace. "Well, why wake up? Bobok again, we're at grandpa's. I'm tired if I'm still driving to your house. We're home tomorrow morning, right? Don't you think you're going to be here tonight?"

Muti nodded. "Sir papa. Pinjem clothes to Hana only time yes, sultry e mas..." Sigit nodded. Muti got out of bed. Wearing her sandals and tidying her hair. "Don't dawdle. I want dinner. Hehe"

Muti knitted his brows and held back his laughter. "Who is hungry? You or your brother?" Sigit pointed at his. Making Muti laugh. "Wait a minute, will you? It didn't take long" Sigit nodded and smiled shyly.

Muti exits the room and walks to Hana's room to borrow a shirt. "Sexy Han" pinta Muti. Hana who was choosing clothes looked confused. "Choose yourself Mut, I don't know if there is or isn't"

Muti walked towards the closet. He chose a sleeping pajama in the shape of a mini dress without arms. "Aren't you cold wearing this?" ask Hana plain. Muti. "I think you need shopping to buy a sexy Han"

Hana shuddered in horror at Muti's words. Makes Muti happy. Muti returned to the room and changed clothes. Spraying perfume Sigit still left there. Sigit pretended to sleep in a prone position. Makes Muti even more happy to tease her. "From dong's body dear. So not yet?"

"You are old" whined Sigit. Muti laughed gigglingly looking at Sigit like that. The sigit turned into a recumbent position. Muti rose in his body. "Wowowo, you want the one above? Do you want to try another style?"

Muti nodded. He began to kiss Sigit. The originally soft kiss was now hot. Muti left many traces of his possession in Sigit's body. Until the reunification happens again. Muti led the game. Sigit. He sighed softly. Muti set the tempo of the game, until Sigit would reach the top he reversed his position. "Let the mas finish" Tempo turns to fast. And..... "Aaahhhhhhhh.." The cry escaped again from the lips of the two men who were being drunk with romance.

Sigit took out his own, peeked at Muti's forehead then enveloped the innocent bodies of the two of them. "Good night dear" Muti said with a smile in Sigit's arms.

Dawn. Sigit gets up first to take a shower. He met with Umang's grandfather who wanted to worship at the mosque. "Lhoh, was kamj here last night?" Sigit nodded. "Yes cake, tired. That's why I sleep here"

Grandpa Umang saw some reddish marks on Sigit's neck. Makes him hold back the laughter. "Sstt, how many rounds last night?" goda grandpa Umang.

Sigit opened his eyes in surprise at his grandfather's question. "What the fuck is that? Our people are just sleeping" Sigit said nervously.

"What is this to say? Bited by mosquitoes?" asked Grandpa Umang while pointing at the sign. Sigit immediately approached the mirror. He forgot that Muti devoured it last night. He wanted to dodge, but Muti had already answered him.

"Yes cake, bitten by a mosquito. Ailopyu his name" Muti replied with a mischievous smile and went straight into the bathroom. Grandpa Umang laughed at the behavior of his granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law. "Basic you. Already ah, grandfather wants to go to the mosque first. Stalling there, taking a hot bath" seduced his grandfather again.

"Ih! What's grandpa??" answer Sigit with cheeks that are already like boiled tomatoes.

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