Baper, No?

Baper, No? 16

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"Never a step down, just use his motor matic road," I replied, honestly.

"Angga mah, like his father. The art is simple, simple, not neko-neko" explained Mamah Ratna.

"Aa' is also again kpr home credit, sister. I think mah, two more years. Udah Kak Dea mah stay say when to apply, aa' mah is ready to be a husband," said Dinda, innocently.

Lah?

I shut up and look. Not his brother was not his brother turned out to be the same, when to apply? So wanting to fly to the seventh sky felt.

Maybe if I say tomorrow, be prepared right away? Haha.

I have to rush the story to mom with dad later.

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"Come, in. Here, De," said Kak Angga, take the bag and put the bag in the car.

Mamah Ratna, Dinda and I came in.

Brother Angga plays music slowly, to eliminate the awkward in the car.

I see, Mamah Ratna is asleep. He may still feel a little dizzy in his head, making him sleep easily.

Ah, is that so easy? This journey of my love? Having a dear boyfriend, a good future-in-law, and a sister-in-law who supports our relationship. All feels perfect, unlike most flying fish ftv stories. Haha, evil in-laws or annoying sister-in-law. Lucky me.

I grinned at myself, imagining myself as a queen. Right, where are we going to take our relationship? If it does not end up in the guarantee. I'll talk to my parents about this.

"De," call Brother Angga.

"Ah, huh?"

"Sleep if you're sleepy" he said, glancing at me.

"No, I'm sure you're driving" I replied, as I touched her cheek.

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"Well, get up yuk, let's go down. I have arrived," said Angga, slowly.

Far away also turns out to be the home of Kak Angga, how can he catch up time to work? He prefers to ride his bike.

I look around the house.

Simple but looks luxurious. Provides a peaceful impression, lots of flowers and plants in pots. Green, refreshing.

"Yuk" said Angga, brother,

I followed him from behind, wanted to tell him to go home. Sure ain't feeling good.

Mamah Ratna, put in bed. It seems like Dinda was accompanying him to sleep. I was sitting in the living room, alone. Planga-plongo, confused about what to do.

Angga gave me a glass of warm tea,

Ah, the smell of her perfume. He changed his clothes, with a plain white shirt.

I was washing my face or maybe taking a shower. So it looks fresher, more beautiful to look at.

"Sister, it's malem know. Tomorrow morning, you know. Want to go home," I said, sipping warm tea.

My eyes are also a little sleepy.

"Nginep, huh? I'm tired too, De," she replied, stretching her body.

"Well? You mah, what kind of girl am I?"

"Sst, jerk off" he said, his head leaned against my shoulder.

I'm so tired, baby.

I do too, if marriage is good.

We're in the room, alone.

Keep sleeping on.(Don't think pervert!)

I held his hand, saw him go down. I felt tired, but he never complained.

"De," he said, he,

"Ah, sorry. Kirain you're asleep," I said, releasing my hand.

But Angga still held my hand.

"Don't, justin gini first. Wait a minute" he answered,

He raised his head, looked at me in the shade. I got carried away, I was swept away in the atmosphere. My heart kept pounding, afraid that my inner voice would be heard by my girlfriend.

"I love you, Dea."

Her face was brought to my face, her other hand touching my cheek.

Brother Angga will kiss me!

I close my eyes, let it be. This is the first time she's gonna kiss me, from the beginning of dating me we just hugged, kissed my forehead. Never been weird. We were only a few feet away, our lips almost touching.

"A' Angga," call Dinda, from the direction of the room.

We were shocked and became awkward. For not kissing, ashamed of myself.

Come on, just disturb you, deck.

Brother Angga let go of my hand, and approached Dinda.

I was still sitting in silence, with an erratic feeling. Looks like my face is really like boiled shrimp.

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