Mr. Sargeants
Chapter 62's

"Sorry why Mine?" Reza asked and then hugged me back with a hand that had been sightseeing somewhere. Come on, the treatment is sweet, but I want her to call me with romantic words. Is it because I'm being so hard on her that I make her this way? Come on I want to be called dear by her once, can't be!

"Call me baby!" My orders are spontaneous. Jeez, this is a shame, but I asked to be called dear by my own husband, not the husband of the man, there is no harm.

"No way." I really want to scratch his face. Look at his annoying smile.

"Akh!" Screech the man as I bite his chest.

"Call me baby!" I cried once again but it seemed like he did not care and ignored me.

Whatisthis? Am I craving being called by my own husband? The child in my womb is gone, why is the cravings new now! If that little baby is still in my stomach, Reza will spoil me. Akhs! I want to be called, baby.

"Please say it or you're responsible for your wife's fatal blow." I threatened Reza. But he really can't be threatened. Okay, Jasmine's death blow to her beloved husband starts.

"Wouldn't you?" Whisper me by his ear. Whether it was just my feeling, I saw the fur on his neck bristling. Fun, my plan went well. I put my hand in his white T-shirt. Gently caressed her checkered stomach and went up to the chest.

"Not giving up yet?" Ask me once again, I deliberately do not want to open the shirt because I only intend to avenge my husband's ridicule.

The soft proboscis that had been in the stomach and above the chest now went down, down and down to the bottom of Reza's navel made the man's breath choked. I don't know if it's true that I was the first woman he touched, but our first experience made me realize that Reza wasn't an expert on bed issues at all. True if experience is the best teacher in life, the more often we play the more wild this one man is also.

"Jasmine please don't!" Erang Reza as I unzipped his pants slowly. For now I have not dared to touch it with my own hands, even though it has entered me many times.

When I wanted to put my hand in her boxer, Reza quickly pulled my right hand and grabbed me very tightly. He pulled my waist, as if telling me what made his little brother want to get out of the nest.

"Don't do it at a time like this baby, not a good time. I don't want anything to happen to you." Reza said with his voice. God, I could really fall in love with her.

"I love you." My whisper. It wasn't my mind that said it, but it couldn't be prevented.

"I love you more, baby." Reza answered making me cheerfully cheer in my heart.

"Reza." Call me.

"What's the matter, baby?" I just want to be called once in a while, if it's too ticklish.

"Don't call me ordinary, don't overdo it."

"Hey ma'am, didn't you ask me to call you baby? You didn't see him until he stood straight and puffed up like this?" Reza's question made me anxious myself, and also upset of course. Couldn't he don't say so pervertedly like that.

"Yes, yeah. But just once, amused to hear it." I saw him pout his lips.

"I'm aja-"

"Dear." Cut me quick before he blabbs indistinctly.

Reza immediately kissed my whole face, forehead, eyes, nose shoots, cheeks, and lastly her lips stopped above my lips. I tilted my head a little bit and then****** this guy's sexy lips, Reza wasn't an expert on first-time bedding, but if the lip-linked problem I really couldn't keep up.

Not willing to waste the opportunity, Reza immediately replied to me greedily. At least I am safe one month ahead, the game is soft but as soft as any beginning must be mid and the ending will be rushed is not it? And that's what Reza did.

"Oh!" Strangled Reza as I pinched her waist hard.

"Let go! Oh, my god, my god!" Reza shouted loudly as the Aunt and I currently calling Mama pinched and pulled Reza's ears even harder.

"Aunty, help me!" Pekik Reza because he is the only nephew who is often spoiled by my mother.

"Who are you calling Aunty?" And once again Reza again got the pull in her ear because of my mother's actions.

"Stop saying something important." Reza said making the hands of these three hands detach from his body. I looked at Uncle Danu who pulled down his eyebrows teasing the child, Reza who saw his father just stared lazily and then looked at me sharply.

"I'm gonna cancel the reception."

"Why?" I asked spontaneously because Reza didn't tell me anything about her decision.

"I.." Not done yet she spoke my tears are so sullen, oh my God come on baby I'm gone why I'm acting weird now!

"What's so crying?" Reza quickly wiped away my tears.

"Dear listen to my explanation." Reza said and kissed my neck.

"Ehem!"

"Mama, bother me!" Reza's grunts made him in a prized jakata in his head.

"I delayed the reception time for Jasmine to be completely healed, physically and mentally."

"You think I'm crazy?"

"Bu-not baby," look at her beginning to flutter.

"I mean, when we have the reception Papa will step down and I'll take his place. When that time comes I want you to break from work and take care of me and our kids later,"

"This comes about because it's natural, my little brother always stands up when he sees your sexy body. I won't be able to control my body when I see you in an open dress, plus it's your month's schedule." Reza Whisper.

"Do we really have to move to New York? Can't a million live in Jakarta?" Ask me. I don't know why Indonesia is indeed a very comfortable place for me, whether there is a mystery what there is that makes me very interested.

"Sir Reza here's your change of clothes." Say someone comes into the room.

"Jerry?!"

To be continued.

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