LAMHA AND MR. EL
God Level Skill

Mia and Nickholas are now in a cafe.

"Thank you again for helping me Nick!" said Mia.

"I don't like that call. I'd rather be called Iko." replied Nickholas.

"Alright Iko, thank you again." said Mia.

"So are you here because you want to take baby A?" ask Mia without further ado.

"Ck! he's not my son for what to take it." said Nickholas.

"But wasn't it you and Pat's brother first.."

"Pat broke off our relationship once she got pregnant. He dumped me for El." replied Nickolas with a vengeful face.

"Then you came here for what?" ask Mia.

"Of course to take what belongs to El. Including wife. I want her to feel like she was dumped and hers taken away by someone else." - Nickolas.

"It won't be easy. You are nothing compared to Libra." replied Mia.

"Haha!! I'm not the poor Nickholas I was! now I have everything! my company is growing rapidly and is already on par with the Libra-owned company!" answer Nickholas.

"That means our goals are the same. Then what if we work together." bargained Mia.

"Actually I can destroy El with my own hands, but there's no harm in working with you" Nickholas said. Then they shake hands and work together on a mission to destroy Libra Graham.

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While in another place, Mr. El was carrying the body of Lamha ala bridal style brought her to a room that had been prepared specifically for the bride.

"Mas, Lamha can walk alone why carried like this? shame on seeing people." said Lamha.

Cup

"Isn't that even kissed??" Lamha Protest.

Cup

"Maassshh!!" Lamha further pressed her lips.

Cup

"Shut up! if you keep talking I will continue to kiss you." replied Mr. El.

"That's bummer!" Lamha.

Cup

Lamha glared sharply, willing to protest but afraid of being dumped again. Ah, better just shut up. Until they finally got to the front door of their room.

Mr. El lowered Lamha's body. Lamha's eyes looked astonished at what she saw.

A room filled with sprinkles of roses and dim lighting using aromatherapy candles makes this room look so beautiful.

"This..?" lamha asked confusedly.

"Our room. We're going to be here first night, because our first night was a failure. Tonight I will not leave you again, I want to replace our first night and replace bad memories into sweet memories that will never be forgotten." said Mr. El while whispering in the ear of Lamha.

"Mashh. We have not prayed Isya', pray first yes." said Lamha when Mr. El's hand began to creep.

"Please. one Round only, I can't stand it baby." whispered Mr. El.

"But I..."

"We do it inside the bathtup. All clean up, shower and shampoo. After that we pray how?" said Mr. El.

"But the promise is only one round huh?" Lamha.

"Yes if not khilaf." replied Mr. El who immediately got a sharp plot from Lamha. Mr. El chuckles, then helps Lamha lower the zipper of Lamha's gown that weighs many miles.

The srekk!

The dress came off and fell to the floor. Lamha himself began to take off one by one accessories and hijab until now only his underwear remains. Hurriedly Lamha grabbed a towel to cover her body but lord El keburu carried her until her body floated.

"Mash!! why carry it again? el also doesn't wear anything. That's the bald spot." said Lamha timidly.

"What's the barren?" god, Mr. El.

"Fruit contains the seeds of life" Lamha said.

"Hmm start naughty ya." said Mr. El getting anxious. Then he impatiently entered the bathroom and put Lamha's body into a bathtub of roses.

Such a romantic atmosphere made Mr. El impatient to sow his eggplant seeds. He went into the bathtub and sat with Lamha.

"Read do'a first mas." said Lamha.

"Yes dear." replied Mr. El. After reading the do'a Mr. El lamgsung launched his action. Start fingering, menji*lat, sipping and striking Lamha's pleasure hole. Promise is a promise, the realization is not enough with just one round. Lamha herself could not resist and could only say 'uh ah!'. The skill of the hand of Lord El who has a god-level skill makes Lamha can only gap. That night horror voices filled the room of the bride and groom. Until finally after four times the eggplant seeds sown they ended the heat activity in the bathtub. Then clean yourself, shower shampoo to purify yourself and pray Isya' berjama'ah.

After praying, do not ask again, that night Mr. El really 'teached' Lamha and did not forgive him at all. Lamha said it. 'Udah, no, no.mashh already'. Still, he did KDRT (Inhouse Awareness) until Lamha's property felt scuffed and numb because it was so mocked. Mr. El just stopped when the shubuh adhan reverberated. It was the most beautiful night and the most exhausting night for Lamha. It will never be forgotten.

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