About the Heart

The Best of Rosa

First time opening my eyes in the morning after mixing love last night, it felt like my happiness was perfect. Loving someone without the shadow of others is beautiful. No fret, there just want to repeat again and again. Ah ... I became perverted. My mind was filled with something that wanted to happen again.

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was him. A slumbering face with hands that were still holding me from the front. My fingers couldn't hold on to not play in his face. Tracing his nose and ending at his lips that are always tempting. I carefully stole a small kiss from him. Quite a glimpse, even though I actually want to be answered.

While I was still being lulled by the thought of gentleness last night, suddenly a kiss just landed on my lips. "If you want more, say it!"

Dion's naughty smile was perfect. Makes me want to play there again. Interlocking, increasingly demanding and I was made to bend my knees. Lulled by touch, depth of feeling and taste turmoil that is increasingly irreversible. Take me down, dive deep and settle to the bottom of enjoyment.

"I just want to taste a little bit" I said with a hint of a finger slumped slightly at the tip of the index finger with the thumb.

"Spent is also not a problem" explained Dion with his waking face, pillow face but still charming.

"It's like a bonchap in a finished novel. Muffling the kangen," I explained as I wanted to move but I paused when I realized that my body was only wrapped in the same blanket as him.

"Kok, won't you?" seductive Dion when she saw me back drowning herself under the covers.

"You took a bath first, I took a long shower," I was ashamed that we had to give up on removing the blanket for the others.

Dion chuckles. He casually opened the blanket and got out of his sleep. Before my pretentious eyes stained again, I covered my sense of sight with a blanket. I don't want to go back to dealing with my own dirty thoughts.

"Awas couldn't breathe" Dion recalled in a voice that sounded closer and closer.

"Recoming back again? The bath!" I'm still hiding from the blanket.

"Brake together, yuk!" dion's seductive voice near my blanket-covered ear.

The more I clasped my blanket. Anticipating from Dion's prankster who suddenly pulled him. "Me, I don't want to!"

"Come, dong!" his invitation was pushy but what was conveyed to my ears was a spoiled sigh.

The feathers of kudukku bristles. Imagine something that happened last night will happen again. Not creepy because of the presence of a bastard demon but the pleasure I fear will become opium and make me always addicted.

"I'm a carry, huh? Let romance kayak in such novels," Dion bargains with increasingly seductive.

Oh my God ....

"Romantislah Dion style, do not need to follow in the novel." my reasons are endless.

"This is also part of the new romance of Dion to be launched. The premiere game, honey," Dion said as she unfolded the blanket over my body.

Feeling that the cold air is starting to crack, spreading through my skin, I close my eyes with both hands. Do not want to add stains to my eyes that are no longer holy because they enjoy every curve of his body. Not exactly want to add a season on this blind morning.

"Why should you close your eyes?" ask Dion lightly.

"Then, I have to close what if I don't want to see you polosan so," I honestly rewarded his laughter.

"Pollos yell plain. I should've closed my eyes, eits! why close your eyes? I'd rather cover my lips with this instead" Dion teased nonstop as she pointed at my lips.

I pinched his arm which automatically opened the blindfold next to me. I screamed at him who was complaining of pain. "Why didn't you say you were wearing pants?" my grunts are upset because they feel they are working.

"Do I need to get out again?" seductive Dion scrambled the top of my hair and passed away from me.

The cup!

A kiss landed on my left cheek. I didn't realize that my husband who had just acted was coming back and stealing a touch on the outside of my face. Makes me feel sad and briefly glued. Feeling cheered but a red hue I can't hide from either side of my cheek. I happy.

"Brake together, yuk!" god again with his most charming smile before he ran small because my pinch back I'd put on his arm.

******

"Hi, Brother!" my broom was crisp as soon as Mr. Aryan opened the door to his apartment.

"Hi, Brother Brother!" reply Mr. Aryan no less crunchy.

"We had breakfast here, huh?" I said as she walked into her apartment.

Dion and Mr. Aryan I left at the door, still chatting with no idea what theme. I went straight to the dinner table and arranged the breakfast that Dion had made while I was taking a bath, the goat-fried rice of love, as soon as Dion named it. I set three dishes and three glasses of water on the table. Not to forget I made two glasses of warm milk for the two men who were chatting.

"All is ready! Come on, let's start breakfast," take me as soon as they both show up in the kitchen.

Without waiting, we started eating the dishes at the table voraciously. All focus on the fried rice menu. It will be finished soon and will start the conversation. That's what we used to do. Sometimes we talk in the middle of eating.

"Sir, next Friday I'm on leave, huh?" I said after putting a glass of water that has not left the contents of a drop.

"What's wrong?" asked Mr. Aryan save great curiosity.

"To KUA, Bro. Let it be legal in the eyes of the state" Dion explained.

"Finally, I'm relieved. Yesterday I was worried about your decision" said Mr. Aryan with his sweetest smile.

"Worry I left him, is he?" next Seloroh Dion.

It seems like the worry is felt by everyone. When I agreed to be Dion's wife, everyone used me. Said I wasn't smart and I wasn't introspective. They pity me if I'm just left out. In fact, the fact that I had a greater chance to leave him because of the presence of Mas Rud back.

"Should be, Father was worried that Dion I was leaving" I chirped without hesitation.

"It seems, it's useless that I'm worried about you guys," Mr. Aryan later said.

Dion and I looked at each other and then carved a smile together.

"I'll drive you next Friday, how? You must answer yes! because I force," said Mr. Aryan with relaxed but emphasis.

"I thought having a brother was delicious, it turned out to be that sister had to be ready to be a victim of coercion" I muttered.

"Obviously, it's good to have a husband like me, Yang," Dion said, kissing my cheery forehead.

"And also have a brother like me, Sa," said Pak Aryan by raising both eyebrows.

"The most obvious one is .. delicious so Rosa. Got a limited edition husband and a multitalent brother," proud of me with a triumphant smile.