Abstractal Nature: Diaries

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This week was another than usual, Jihan was at home at the Panti. Every holiday he runs in the morning, now lying in Mercy's room. Jihan lazy motion, Marcel so carried away mager.

Marcel, who was watching the monitor, took his phone near the pillow, it was shaking in silent mode. The display screen or caller number displays a photo of Nina.

"Yes Nin? What's up?"

"Sister, isn't Jihan there?"

"There's, in the room. Lo here aja. I still lemes."

"Huh.."

"Kok huh?"

"Why not disband first? Relax again to relax."

"Yes ela, Sanin. Simpen used to be a letter. Who knows if Snailer still needs. Here's rame, buzzing, guessing, noose as much."

"Huh, not relaxing. His name is panic."

"Lo the source, Sanin. He said you again sante, why not a storm anyway? Land letter safe?"

"It wants me to turn around, brother. Ngn.."

". . ??" Marcel quietly waited, because Nina's sentence was short, for her to be still blank and white, there might be bad news.

"Haha..!"

"Huh? How the hell are you?" ask Marcel.

"Oh yeah, napa's back."

"He, seriously. You sent us-a, but how safe-you-win-one hundred-million gini? Where do I understand, Sanin."

"Huhah!"

"Ihh, tengil. Which sultan you are, Sanin? Want to turn a tool like a nemu gini mine?"

"Gue inget lo Kak, sleeping as if a broken bone. Rubber man, got a cheat."

"Tiny. Kiraen what's wrong."

"Haha..! An-jaaay, got a cheat. Cassian."

"Stop ah's. Don't loud. Seneng very lo, same disgrace people."

"Maen here Brother. He said he'd shudder at the sounder."

"Gini Sanin Solehah's. Huh, huh! Abisnya, there was a filming crew who was possessed, and also never happened, suddenly the rope broke. Skill elo not familiar, can cut the plot, nyetop the story. Lo nge-cheat's. Cheating, can be out of scenario."

"Library child. Ayey..!"

"Peet!"

"Not racist. Take something simple. I got to get to the point."

"mmm.. I think you have a stroke. Hhh-hhh!"

"My males are about mah riddles, Brother Titah."

"Dad, da.. Sia mah tengil, Nina. More strokes by the way, ah. What's the word?"

"Lord. His sleep is broken."

"Bad huh?" marcel asked, enthusiastic.

"So don't you come, brother? I'm also lazy if again the game there are impromptu guests."

"Yes so. Let's just say there's a guest ready to curse."

"H wait, wait!"

Nuu. uut! Connection closed.

"Oh. that's Sanin. You rancid."

Marcel immediately stored the smartphone near the remote, Nina made it upset because not finished talking already hung up, she added males socialize again it feels.

Marcel finds Jihan taking pictures of the face. He immediately fussed before Jihan took her selfie, putting her head on the shabby temple.

Jihan continued to position the phone, the screen also fit when highlighting two faces there. Jihan and Marcel smile showing their white teeth, then..

Czechoslovakia!

Marcel imitated Jihan smelling hair, sniffing the friend with anxiety.

"Ha.. You take my plot now, huh? Mm-h!"

A cyiuph!

Marcel kissed Jihan's cheek with the soft damp of her lips. Then sniff again until Jihan tightened her shoulders.

"Ummm.. Getek, Bebeb," said Jihan with half-brushed eyes, Marcel smelling the skin of his neck.

Jihan put her phone down and moved the pillow. He turned around when Marcel had stopped rubbing his neck, facing the hermit who was waiting for him. The two face each other, looking at each other in the face. Jihan raised her legs to Marcel's waist while continuing to smile.

"So I play the plot, ntar moved the title to the book next to the Cell."

"It's okay. I equal you khan eleven twelve, one nature."

"But I plotted you."

Marcel was silent without smiling. He tidied the fine strands on the friend's forehead, his legs crossed with Jihan's right foot.

Looking at each other, they are in the most comfortable place because they are alone with people they like.

Marcel plays Jihan's hair, while the lusid fumbles on her lips.

Jihan clenched her thumb, then shifted her position towards Marcel, docked. His feet moved, pressing down a little.

Jihan anchored her mouth to Marcel's lips and softly* what was there. He can now enjoy his slippery, not just look.

A cyiuph! Mynah.pph!

Marcel moved his head, returning the kiss. He greeted with a k*lum that was no less warm, the lips that were rubbed earlier he was paired with Jihan's lips, taking a touch of her tongue.

Jihan who was open p*ha, let Marcel's hand massage the "middle of it". He slightly looked up to receive Marcel's mischievous finger movements.

"Mmm!" lenguh Jihan. "Hhh. hhh.. Amusedly.. Mercy's.. Mm-h!"

Marcel releases a massage.

"Hhh-hhh!" shakes Marcel, restrained happy. "Glas."

"Hhhh.hhh.." panted Jihan, holding Marcel's hand. "Save, Beb."

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