BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

100. Heart Invaders

Nadia doesn't understand what's wrong with her. His heart wanted to hold the man for long in his house. He was not satisfied to look at the face, body and hear the man's voice.

But Bimasena's moving attitude made him want the man to come home from his home immediately.

How not, the man's gaze locked him in a cage, then glanced at the stares that made him not know what to do and what to talk about. He did not even know how to sit elegantly. What he learned when he became a model.

Sitting with a distance from the man was not a careful strategy. Because he was actually strafed by bullets from the brown netra, with the most accurate shooting technique.

The man came just to laugh at her. Many times laughing seeing her misbehavior just because of the sniper's brown eye shot.

So happy that man saw himself so hard.

A cruel man.

But when the man said goodbye, why was he not ready to go home?

"I'll find a baby sitter who helps you take care of baby Glor. Let's not be too tired to take care of Glor."

It was unclear what the man meant, offering or asserting him.

Suddenly flashed through his mind, what did Bimasena think because he was tired of taking care of baby Glor causing him to be unable to take care of himself anymore? Being clumsy and far from the word look interesting again? So the guy offered the baby sitter help?

It is natural that he is offended.

"No need to bother. I never get tired of taking care of Glor. It is precisely you who make me tired," he said, unsheathing his most cynical gaze.

"So you're tired because of me? Tired of longing?" lontar Bimasena then laughed.

Look how annoying that guy is. Fortunately, he did not put an ashtray on the table. Since Glor was born, his house has been a smoke-free area. When there is an ashtray, he guarantees the ashtray will float into the face of the man's annoying.

"I've never missed you, don't be a geeer. I'm tired because you haven't come home yet."

"Oh, you're tired because I haven't come home?"

"Yes" he answered. Although he was sorry for the previous sentence that just slid from the mouth without him patis. Worry Bimasena offended.

And it's probably true that man was offended.

"Yes already. If my presence makes you tired I'm going home now."

Now his heart was overwhelmed with anxiety.

Want to apologize, prestige.

Want to prevent Bimasena from going home first, embarrassed.

"I'm home, right?"

He knew, Bimasena asked, hoping that he would hold Bimasena back. Same with his heart, who did not want the man to leave his house. Even though the night is late.

But why is his head nodding? The sign agreed the man came home from his home.

Apparently the function of coordination between the heart and the head is not well established anymore. Already chaotic. There is no unity of action between the heart and the head in pursuit of a common goal.

His heart broke in the fog as the man stood up from the chair.stomped to have his hand intercept the man's hand. Because the head cannot be invited to work together.

It turned out that his hands had the same principle as the head.

Now, self-esteem is above everything else for the man.

Luckily, he still has feet that are sensitive to the heart. Followed the man's steps towards the door. If necessary follow up to the man's vehicle parked in front of the house.

While in front of the door, Bimasena suddenly stopped and turned to face him. So he hit the guy.

There were no injuries to his body as a result of the collision. But why is his heart falling apart? Moreover, he felt that one hand of the man was on his back.

Is Bimasena going to hug him? Or just hold his back so he doesn't fall?

He immediately took one step back. The legs follow betray the heart that wants to stay standing in place, because it wants to feel the embrace that has long been felt.

"Udah, close the door" Bimasena commanded him.

"You go home first."

Suddenly his brain was brilliant, having the sense to hold Bimasena.

Yeah, by getting the guy to argue.

"You've forgotten, if I'm not going home before you close the door and turn off the living room lights and go into the room?" Bimasena reminds of old habits.

Now he felt he had managed to lure the man to a debate.

"I don't want to be set up with you" he said. Ketus? But how is his intonation so spoiled?

But what happened next was not in accordance with the plan. Because instead of serving him argue, the man instead flew him far up, to a place filled with happiness.

Yes, the man rubbed his hair from front to back.

Lovingly (in his opinion).

Three times.

Make his feet look like they're not on the floor anymore. All his pride melted away.

Wishing to finish the night beautifully with the man.

"Mi, you've been through an exhausting day" the man said.

Wait a minute, did he not mishear, did Bimasena really call him ... mami ?

A title capable of filling his heart with excitement.

Is it wrong if he hopes to go through a colorful day and pick up hope with the man in front of him.

"You're resting?" The man's fingers turned to his cheeks. The man's fingers warmed his gloomy heart. Something's jerking around in there.

He nodded, showing himself to be a submissive sweet child.

"You finished the day well. Tomorrow, we're going through a new day. Close and lock the door, turn off the lights and enter the rest room. Don't forget, smell the glor for me" said the man, stroking his cheek with his thumb.

He was no longer embarrassed even though his cheeks were swollen, not the same as before.

For Bimasena has taken and killed all his sorrow, his anger, and his disbelief.

He nodded again.

Isn't he a sweet boy? Good wife candidate.

"Tomorrow I'll come again."

How Bimasena understood the worry of his heart and his longing soul.

But then it became unbecoming. Because of that beautifully reflected face, it slowly approached her face. Makes his heart beat so hard.

As the man's face was in a very close distance, he looked up and closed his eyes. For the sake of preparing the best and most comfortable landing area for the man. Wishing a beautiful kiss would be the closing meal for her night.

He felt a warm, fragrant breath of the man falling on his face. Things he missed so long. Her clenched lips slightly opened to welcome the man's lips.

He wriggled while Bimasena's lips touched his. Spontaneously his two hands gripped the man's waist.

But ...

What he felt was not ******, but a swipe at his lips.

He opened his eyes to see what touched his lips.

It turned out .. only the guy's thumb.

He opened his eyes wide to ask for an explanation.

But the man chuckled.

"You want to be kissed?" bimasena asked so slylyly. Success shames and degrades him.

He snorted in annoyance, then brushed Bimasena's hand off his face violently.

Bimasena again laughed to see him annoyed. Obviously the man was happy to have again managed to play with this stupid self.

"Who wants to be kissed? Don't worry about you." His hand pushed the man's chest hard, then immediately closed the door and locked it.

He leaned behind the door holding back his resentment towards the man.

The man was successful. Success shamed him all night.

His heart was filled with swearing. He would never let her touch him again, even if she just held hands, let alone kissed his lips.

What possible?

I don't know. He is also less sure.

He then pulled out the curtain, to see where the man was pesky, because he had not heard the sound of the vehicle engine.

It turned out that the invader was still out there, leaning on his car door. As soon as he saw himself behind the window, Bimasena pointed towards the room. The signal asked him to go into the room.

Now he has another idea.

He will not enter the room. To prove the seriousness of the man's words, he would not go home until he entered the room.

He will torture the invaders. Stand up until morning out there.

Until he shook his head.

As an answer that means rejection. Wish that man was as upset as he was.

But Bimasena laughed.

Be reng sek, right?

Just look, he'll make the man outside stand up for hours. He would not follow the order to enter the room even though Bimasena was crying blood.

The man then took his phone and contacted him. He signaled her to answer his call.

But he returned to shake. Letting her phone ring in the room.

He stood behind the window, waving the war flag at Bimasena. War emotion.

Apparently the man did not want to lose the war. Stand casually folding hands on chest. Didn't stop calling her, making her phone sing in the room. Smiling at him. I don't know what the guy's brain was thinking.

He returned the man's smile with a smile and a cynical look. Expect rain to fall from the sky, watering men outside. Don't think he'll obey and give up.

But now he understood why the man kept ringing his cell phone. Apparently the sound of the phone woke up baby Glor. Make baby Glor cry because disturbed by the noise of the cellphone.

Out there the man laughed triumphantly at the sound of baby Glor's shrill cry.

Why does baby Glor often give support to his father ... errat ... to the man?

There was no choice but to give up, turn off the lights and go into the room lying down and me nyu sui baby Glor. And let the man come home with the victory.

Such is the case of invaders, using fraudulent means in dealing with fairly violent resistance. To win the war.

When baby Glor calmed down and fell asleep, his phone rang again.

By the invaders.

He answered the call with the intention of continuing the war. But what power he first exposed to hit by a deadly weapon.

"Not sleeping, baby?"

The melodious voice and affectionate words that made her annoyance evaporate just like that. Like the ability of sunlight to evaporate foreign sea water. Turn it into fresh rainwater.

"Not yet."

"Glor's sleeping?"

"Udah."

"You know why I didn't kiss you earlier?"

How do I answer it? Finally he answered with a headband even though he knew, Bimasena did not see him.

"If my lips touched your lips just now, then I'm sure, won't go home before making a sister for baby Glor, behind the door."

He should talk especially? Why is he always suspicious of Bimasena, when the intentions of men to him are actually good.

"Where are you?" Of course discussing the issue of kissing is taboo so he changed the topic.

"Still on the road."

"Where are you going?" strafe. Again put a sak in his heart.

"Go home, to the apartment."

He was also relieved at the man's answer.

"You're resting, huh? Don't take it for granted fatigue. Can lower the body's resistance that triggers various diseases."

Well, if it has been given attention like this, it feels sleeping on the clouds.

"I sleep when you get to the apartment" he said, but in a spoiled voice.

Of course he had to ensure the safety of the man on the street. And most importantly, convince yourself that the man full of charm actually went home to the apartment, not docked at another dock.

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My dear readers, my,

How are you today?

May all of us continue to be given the health, breadth and blessed age of the Most Regulating.

Sorry for waiting so long for this novel. Nothing else because life in real life also demands more attention. So please understand.

Author also includes a type author who is slow in writing 😁. If it is still not pleasing to the heart, then it will not force up his novel.

Thank you for all the support.

Greetings from

Author Ina AS

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