The Slengean Boy Love Trap
Expressions of love
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The star got out of his car after parking his car at his parents' house. The house is very quiet. Obviously, it was almost 11 p.m. Father and Mother must have slept.
There was only the loyal Mang Asep with a scabbard and one large glass of hot bandrek.
"Malem2, huh?" he said when he finished closing the fence.
"There's a state assignment, Mang." The star patted the housekeeper's shoulder before entering the house, while topping a bag of bananas to make a sponge. Now he was sure it was the correct banana since he had already asked first. Types of bananas to make banana sponge.
Sure enough, the house is deserted. He was confused to make it how. There's no way she could wake her mother. He could be cursed to be a statue that likes to be in the fountain pool by his father.
Sitting on the sofa of the family room she turned on the television.
As his body was about to lie down, his phone rang. His wife, of course. The pregnant woman who is increasingly torturing her with a desire beyond reason. Must have contacted him because he was impatient with his wishes that must be granted immediately.
"Yes, Honey?"
"Cepet, I don't want to make it long. An hour is over!"
"Yes, you made it!" he said, of course, only brave in heart. He still loves the peace of his life. And love the pregnant woman whose body is blooming.
"Yes, but Mother is sleeping!" he said as he laid his body on the sofa of his father's living room.
There was a sound of squealing there. A little smile at once his chest is pounding. His wife's reaction to being in front of him must have been adorable.
"Tomorrow, morning when Mother wakes up. I made it straight while VC is with you!" said persuade.
"Ang, Darling ... "
The star bristled, again this seducer voice had been very he memorized as his wife's last attempt to get what she wanted.
"W-what?" the sound of the star getting stuck makes the wife whine.
"You, that. It's not for me, for the kids. Just want a banana sponge. It's hard, "Sounds of sobs that make the stars nervous.
"So how should I? it's in sleep!" the star rose from its position. Walking back and forth while scratching his head.
Intan turned off the call.
And the twenty-eight-year-old.
Finally, after finding a way out. He tried watching videos on the channel. Find the easiest banana sponge recipe. After repeating the video a few times. He also prepared all the materials he bought and those in his mother's kitchen.
It was past midnight, finally the sponge was finished he made. Because I didn't find a container to carry. He didn't take the sponge out of his baking sheet either. He immediately took her with his baking sheet to the hospital. Where the wife is waiting.
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"Pake on his HP matiin!" when he was at the red light, he tried to contact his wife.
It didn't take long, he finally got into the hospital. In a hurry to bring a container in which there is a banana sponge along with his baking sheet.
Open the door of the ward very slowly. Fear of disturbing the wife he thought was asleep.
His eyes were seething as his gaze met with the eyes of his wife's judes.
"Eh, Honey. I thought you were sleeping. Nih, the sponge is made in the stars for the little stars." He said as he took out the pan from the container he was carrying.
Intan who originally raised her lower lip which indicates she is sulking. It instantly turned into a smile and happy clapping hands.
"Asik, where? I can't wait!" He inched up despite the distress with his unusually large stomach.
The stars were happy to see the wife who was so enthusiastic. "But don't know the taste, even if it's a recipe. I don't know how this feels!" he said he took out a sponge with a bread knife that he brought from the house.
"You brought the same pans?" Intan laughed at the baking sheet that the husband lifted.
The stars just nodded. "No idea where Mother naro equipment like that, so yeah gini deh."
"I'm sorry, get your nicotine!" Intan stretched out her hand to hug the husband.
The star immediately hugged the wife who was sitting on the bed in a patient uniform.
The star lowered its head and peeked long at the top of the wife's head.
"I Love You, Minul!" said it.
Intan looked up at the husband's face.
"Minule? what minul?"
"You gemesin. Padded, minule menul menal!" The star hugged his wife.
Intan is not angry. "You I call the window," he said, chiming in the words of the husband.
"Tickens!"
"You end up with the window of the window." Intan was satisfied to see the husband's reaction.
"OK, Minul. Let's try the sponge angel in the oven for a savory nyoy" he said seductively.
"I know!" Intan sneers. Then the spirit cuts the sponge.
His eyes are perfectly rounded when biting the sponge in the first feed.
"Oh, not good?" The star immediately snatched a piece of his artificial sponge.
Surely it does not taste bad, there is sweet, sepet, also sour.
"Not to eat. Not good!" The star snatched the small piece that was still in his wife's hands.
Intan immediately pecked and a second later the pan he immediately hugged.
"Enak. It's really good, my goodness." Intan is so greedy to eat a banana sponge made by her husband.
The stars just stared in wonder, and grimaced to imagine what it was like.
That night he was able to sleep soundly by hugging his wife, the menul who warmed.
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In the morning Intan woke up to the sound of conversation behind a bed-splitting curtain with a sofa and a small closet in the room.
Conversations that sound polite and polite are one of the voices of the husband.
"Ang .. "call him.
Srekk the sound of the curtain flicked.
It appears that the husband with a beautiful nurse was carrying a wheeled table containing a change of clothes and some medicine and infusion pumpkin.
"Yank, are you awake? I just saw your infusion liquid bit again so I called the blind nurse over. Just make a change of clothes so you can see" he said.
Intan looked at the sister who kept looking at her husband with lips that kept curling a smile. He knew exactly what that face meant.
Finished in exchange for infusion pumpkin, the sister also came out.
The star helped the wife to go to the bathroom.
"Not hold on!" Intan brushed off the star's hand that was about to sweep her into the bathroom.
"You, why?"
"What am I wrong?"
Intan immediately looked at him cynically.
"Why? remind the past, if you meet that one profession?" ask him with a tone that is amazing.
The star frowned, digesting the accusations directed at him.
"What the hell do you mean? suer samber your lips. I don't understand!" he was still walking following his wife who was walking slowly towards the bathroom.
"Ngapain marital seblak if the taste of the sisters?"
"Huh? what's?" The stars heard what the wife said.
Intan stopped her steps which almost opened the bathroom door.
"You're a nurse, aren't you? why let it be injected all the time?" his eyes were already heavy with tears that had been dammed.
For some reason during pregnancy she felt so sensitive and possessive to her husband. Moreover, the shape of his body that makes him more inferior.
"Jealous?" The star finally understood which way Intan's accusation was headed.
"I don't need a nun injection, all I need is your nyuntik ampe mebelendung menul- menul that." The star cupped both sides of Intan's cheeks and rewarded some kisses.
"I belong to you from the end of your hair to the end of your foot. From the outside till the dalem, from the throat until the hole comes out .... "
His speech stopped as Intan clenched his lips. Sip it gently.
They dissolve and are made with warmth in the morning.
Then a deheman sounded and made them surprised. And the link was lost.
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Sorry haven't balesin your comments ya🙏🙏
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Which here also haven't I bales yes, sorry aslam back crumpled cause stomach and head not tasty😖😖. anyway, I must be patient ya🙏🙏🙏🙏🤭 do not think really poky cake that is famous aja😌 not so the concept is marisol I am still dizzy if I see old HP2😎 is not a style of sok
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