Divorced for Fatty
Extra Part 15: Merely
The first thing Hana did after arriving at the room was to settle into the walk in closet. He just let Kelana who was busy with flat objects in hand while still a little frown.
Pain is sometimes more acceptable than shame, if the pain is felt alone without the need for people to know, but shame is clearly the effect of interaction with another human being that cannot be defined.
Hana rushes to open the closet containing her lingerie collection, from the sweet-themed pink to the spider-web-like ones she's got all.
However, now the problem is still fit or not clothes lack the material if he wants to wear. Hana pecked long enough to hold one maroon-colored lingerie with a transparent chest, she looked at the shirt without realizing Kelana was already at the door staring at him.
“What do you want, Hunny?” ask the man. Kelana had crossed her chest, her eyebrows were surging in wonder with Hana's behavior. He realized his wife must have wanted D3. Piraba, kneaded, pounded. While he is S1 – sfor.
“Hah .. it's okay dear, just look around the material shortage clothes,” replied Hana. She undoes the intention of inviting her husband is recreation, because from the face of it Kelana looks still very upset, not fun too if invited to make love.
“It turns out my clothes are a lot hehe,” added Hana a little awkward.
Kelana is not a stupid man who does not know the meaning of Hana's attitude. He knew that his wife wanted to comfort him. Seeing the look of Hana's face that changed from spring to sad, Kelana did not stay silent. He went in to get closer and grabbed the hanger in Hana's hand and put it back into the closet.
“Looks like he knows what my intentions are,” muttered Hana inwardly. The look of his eyes was not sidetracked from the look of Kelana that was not as sharp as before. The man rubbed to two sides of Hana's arm before his hand turned to the woman's stomach.
Kelana just silently looked at, according to Hana's stomach is so funny that she also smiled to herself. Because of the syndrome he was experiencing, the man's shoulder was pengedik and successfully made Hana frown. They really feel more sensitive. Both were held for quite a while until Kelana felt a kick, as well as Hana who was shocked. The woman hurriedly touched the hand to the stomach, and a kick back was felt.
“She kicked,” said Hana happily.
“I think he's hiccuping,” Kelana reply then laugh. Her smile made Hana really feel relieved, so the woman wanted to hug but was a bit confused afraid if her stomach was depressed.
“Begin how.” He shifted his body and immediately hugged Hana from behind. The man wrapped his hands under Hana's belly and leaned his head against her shoulders.
“I think you're angry.”
“Who is angry? I was just upset, that was it. Who do you think wouldn't be upset if it was seen as trusting shamans more than medics?” He takes his breath out of his mouth. He showed that he was really disappointed.
“Sorry this is because of me,” said Hana, she slightly lowered her head because she felt guilty.
“Not, this is because of the prindapan, why did he not ask first before roaring to the complex dedengkot,” refute Kelana. Remembering the sultini gang who came to his house with the ambulance earlier made him rotate lazy eyeballs.
“The name is Mina, just as you would call it.” Hana defends. “Next week she will hold an event at her home, a Bollywood-style party.”
“What pack Jarjit will come?”
“Who is Jarjit?” Hana let go of Kelana's embrace and twisted her body, she was confused by the husband's question just now.
“Fathers Bu Mina.”
“Jeez baby, don't say a word!” amuk Hana's.
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