Divorced for Fatty
Chapter 70: Master VS Grade Two
Later, he grabbed the tissue on the table and gave it to Hana. With a quick movement the man also took his clothes and the wife who was lying on the –th floor gave it to Hana who was busy cleaning her chest.
“I know you're not that innocent, or maybe you have another reason?” hana asked, her eyes fixed on Kelana who was busy buttoning her shirt. “Do you not want to have children?”
The second question from Hana makes Kelana spontaneously stop hand movements. He turned to Hana whose facial expression changed, looking disappointed there.
“Then I will go to the doctor and ask him to install contraception,” Hana added. He bent his lips and stood up and put his work pants back on. Not forgetting she fixed her messy hair.
However, when he was about to twist his heels Hana was made shocked. Kelana wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. The woman could only swallow the saliva, confused as the situation after the missile launch became this awkward.
“Sorry I shouldn't have discussed it,” Hana said. His mind is getting worse, he considers it possible Kelana the type of man today who prefers child free (the relationship of marriage by agreement does not want to have children).
“Not, not that. I obviously want to have cute kids.” Kelana's answer is enough to calm Hana's heart, but still the turmoil and bad thoughts have crawled the heart.
“We have not discussed the problem of children seriously, what do you think about children, when do we want to have children, we have not discussed it. I don't want you to regret containing my son.”
“What are you talking about?” hana sewot. He was increasingly not struggling because Kelana leaned her chin on the shoulder and increasingly tightened the embrace.
“I'm talking about the reason why I dumped my superior quality seedlings.”
Hana mumbled a smile and muttered in her heart, “Basic liar, I know you are not amateurs.”
“If indeed you do not mind conceiving my son and having children soon, I am ready to be remidi.”
Hana could not hide her gelding, she let go of Kelana's hut and turned to look at her husband's face, a face that was suddenly timid.
“Indeed we just finished doing what? doing replay? And you ask remidial?” Hana laughed in disbelief, while Kelana smiled sweetly over sweets.
“Iya, and I told you my seedlings are superior, still good quality even though two to three times a day we do it.”
“Kelana!” hana screeched, her hands reflexively slashing a blow at her husband's arm. “Back work! you really are too.”
Hana pushes Kelana's body away, she walks out feeling uncomfortable because her body is sticky.
“Too? But you like ‘kan?” kelana Goda again.
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The clock has shown at seven o'clock in the evening, but Kelana and Hana are still sitting in Kelana's study and sitting side by side. There's a lot of work they have to finish.
“Stop!” Hana turned her head because Kelana rubbed her neck gently. He knew the man was admiring the purplish-blue tattoo his lips gave him when he dropped the missile.
“Do you not want to repay my actions in the apartment later?”
“I'll reply to him, just look! but now it's fast for you to sign all this so that we can go home,” said Hana while handing the file and pen to Kelana's lap.
“Gosh Hunny wants to repay me, what's a nice retaliation?” joking Kelana then rolled her eyes to make Hana speechless.
A few minutes later, they join hands to get out of the room. Upon reaching the lobby, Hana and Kelana are unaware that there is a pair of eyes watching them. It turns out that Bagas has not come home, he deliberately overtime because he wants to do something. The man held something in his hand, an object that turned out to be a small camera. Her cunning brain wants to stalk what Hana is doing. After seeing the two people move away, Bagas rushed up to the floor where Kelana's room was located. He put the camera under Hana's desk.
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“If it does not work, I will ask Mama to collect compensation,” muttered Hana. He holds the Mak War potion which was given by Dinar the other day.
Slowly but surely, she did according to the instructions given by her in-laws. Hana grogi, she still remained silent in the bathroom despite wearing a battle shirt - a satin-style nightgown with a kimono model and wearing a lack of materials in it.
After calming down, Hana came out of the bathroom. One thing that became his sight at that time was Kelana who sat leaning on the head of the bed with her legs straight across. The man looked at his face then patted the side of the bed right next to him sitting down.
“Come on Hunny! Your handsome husband is ready to be cheered on,” his god with a naughty grin.
Hana came closer, in her heart she believed one hundred percent with the potion that Dinar gave her, she muttered in her heart, “Come on Hana, show who is crazier in bed, you're a master and he's only grade two.”
Like a professional, Hana approached. However, instead of sitting next to Kelana, he went up to the man's lap, Kelana said, in shock. Even so he was happy with what the wife was doing now.
Hana seduces by forming a line from the forehead to down to the lips Kelana, her lentic fingers play the boneless flesh of the man while occasionally biting her own lips.
“If the brake fails, you have to retest,” Hana said in a teasing voice. Going even to the creeps made.
“If test fails?” Go around conscious and follow the game Hana said.
“Then remidi again, so on.”
Seringa naughty Kelana rose, with one movement the man slammed Hana's body into the bed until the nightgown Hana wore was revealed. The woman's smooth thighs got her libido pumped up.
“You call war apparently, be prepared to accept destruction,” Threatens Kelana.
“OK let's see, potion Mother of war who won or your missile,” muttered Hana in the heart.