CHASED MAFIA BOY
Part 8's
"Sister Boris, Airin's in love with brother..."
Boris stared fixedly at the girl's beautiful bead of eyes, it was brownish in color and his gaze was sharp, as sharp as a razor that could slice his heart to the end. Although Boris had said many times that he could not accept Airin's love because of caste differences are very far away, but the girl remained adamant with her stance.
"Airin, don't want you to accept your love, but our world is very different, you're in the sky while I'm at the bottom of the earth"
"Sister! There would be no sky if there was no earth, and vice versa...Even if you don't want to accept my love, I will still love you" Tirin's tears slowly filled the corner of her eyes.
Airin turned her face, looking at Boris with beautiful eyes despite being overwhelmed by tears after the handsome man grabbed his chin..
As much as Boris's energy controlled the heart rumble in his chest, especially when the girl's body scent burst forth and filled his sense of smell. " Scent to Cherry" Inner Boris.
"Sister, look me in the face and tell me you don't love me right now"
"Airin, no matter how much you love you...Brother still can't accept your love, brother can't hurt your parents by making your life suffer with brother" Boris threw his face away, he could not bear to see the tears of Tirin that were now flowing profusely on both of his cheeks.
"I don't care about them, brother! I'll leave them for brother! Even if I have to sell lizards with you in the square from morning to evening I don't care! What matters is that I'm with you! I can't live without you, brother!"
"Listen to me, dear Airin, if I do that...It means I hurt you too! how could I possibly let you get sunburned, splashed with rain?? you are an angel who descends from the sky dear, your place is on the horizon" Boris persuaded. But instead of letting go of Boris, the girl buried her face in the chest of her field. Airin wrapped her hands around Boris' body and hugged him tightly! So tight that it makes Boris crowded.
Slowly, Boris's hands curled up on the girl's shoulders. The smell of fresh fruit in the shiny smooth hair of the girl had made it float, no doubt Boris also harbored a friendly kiss there.
"I beg you, brother, take me...Accept my love.." Airin's body was increasingly shaken, along with his increasingly audible cries and made Boris's inner being sliced.
Boris attempted to untie Airin's hand on his body, but the stronger he tried, the tighter the girl's embrace became.
"Learn darling...Airin baby...Look at me, look me in the eye" As much as Boris persuaded the pretty girl as an angel down from the kahyangan, not that he did not like with his close embrace, but if allowed to continue then it is not impossible that Boris will be caliph at this time.
Slowly the girl untied her hands, she looked down unable to look at the idol who had the heart to reject her love, her body still shook the sign that she was still crying at this time.
"Look at my eyes Tirein.." pinta Boris, barely whispering.
As Airin slowly raised his face, suddenly a thunderous voice called out his name.
"Airin! Airin's"
As quickly as the lightning Airin pulled Boris' body and made the athletic body as a shield for him, he buried his face on Boris's back. It was no longer the tears of sorrow that broke and soaked her tender cheeks, but the tears of great fear.
"Help me, brother! Take me away from here, I beg you" he said softly.
Boris stroked the hand that was coiled in the belly of his queen, trying to give peace to the girl of his heart. Not yet had Boris said his words, suddenly something pulled Airin from behind and took the girl away.
"Airin up!....Airin!..."
As loud as Boris shouted and himself ran still could not match the speed of those who carried Airin's body away and away.
"Ofenamei!"
Duars!...Duars!
The sound of lightning blaring above the sky, along with the increasingly dense black clouds driving away the sun that had illuminated the two, as if to understand the sadness that was being felt by the two people who were in the drunken romance, the sky was sad and in the end wept.
"To Boris!!!...Boris.......Boris....."
Duar..!!! Duarrr...!!!
"Borise!...Boris! Hudang Boris...!
Mak Oneng shouted while hitting the bucket after he doused his beloved granddaughter with a glass of cold water, the old woman was surprised to hear the cry of the granddaughter after she had performed the dawn sahalat.
"Mak! Yeah erah!" Boris gasps. As soon as possible he put his life back together, and got out of his sleep and sat on the edge of the mattress.
"Ris istighfar! What dream are you? screaming from earlier...I thought you were possessed!"
"Song mak..heheheh..." Boris scratched his un-itchy head, there was no way he could tell the dream that felt so real to him.
"O Lord Boris! A shower!!" Shouted the old woman again, when she saw the body part of the beloved grandson. Mak Oneng had thought that the water that was splashed had hit the little boy's sparrows.
"Sorry mom!"
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O lovers of dear othor novels, sorry othor rarely up the story because of the busy othor during this ramadan. Hopefully it does not reduce the love of your sisters for this story well..
Love you all as the universe & congratulations on performing worship for those who run it.
Sorry to be born and inward
