Dating Contract

CHAPTER 260: HARD

It was evening, when Lala was ready with a red dress made by Lydia not too sexy, but it was very graceful, with irregular cuts on the bottom. And when Johan came out the door, the man was carrying two helmets, one helmet had been worn.

"What??? Jo! are you sure you want to ride a bike?!" pointing dress her subordinate part, yes, although loose but true, riding a motorcycle. "Look at me! do I need to call a cab?" Lala gets upset but Johan laughs.

"Here you go, don't protest," Johan put a helmet on Lala by unscrewing the safety cord around her neck. She looked at Lala making Lala blush as the sharp glare of the man's eyes did not blink.

"Look, La. You're bored, right, just keep riding in the car. It's close, just relax." The tall man, took off his suit and put it on Lala. The woman was clearly drowning in her suit.

"Don't laugh!!" Lala spread her arms, watching herself.

The length of Johan's suit covered up to his thigh, and the part of his arm that hid his fingers. Johan continued to laugh by holding his stomach. But moments later, Johan continued to smile and still held back laughter, while bending the sleeves of the suit to make Lala's hand visible.

The tall man started riding on the motor that had been lit from earlier, while looking at the pouting Lala. The woman took off the bone white heels and hung a small bag over her shoulder.

With a little difficulty Lala held her two heels in her right hand and held Johan's shoulder. Then climb up and throw the foot looking for a foothold on the right.

"Udah?" Johan asked, as Lala continued to snort furiously. The man set the left rearview to be able to glance at Lala.

"Behold," sliding the seat to the right, Lala moved the shoe to the left hand. Change the position of the bag strap, which was previously on the shoulder - to the neck, and now a mini bag on the stomach. The right hand holds Johan's shoulder, "already."

"You've got it, you're going down."

"Johan!!!" Lala slapped Johan's right back, but the man laughed again. "Rese! Jo, look out for speeding me down by taxi!"

"Bere's mistress ... "

"Be careful Dad" cried Amber as she carried Vino, glad to find her father laughing.

"Of course," Johan said as he pulled Lala's hand to hold her waist.

Lydia who just came out gawking after the sound of the motor growling and father stuck the gas. "Serious father riding a motorcycle? where motor sport again, kasian mom sitting hard."

"Huh, Lydia, if they were like that keep going .... " Amber let out a rough sigh, staring at the departure of mother and father as Lydia stroked her waist.

Johan along the way permeated Lala's embrace, her heart quivering, she deliberately turned the road taking the furthest path. Why does God not unite us?!

"Why far? you said close" said Lala throwing her heels down. Taking off the helmet when Johan just turned off the engine.

"I think it's close. You said don't speed, yeah, I'm slow." Johan took off his helmet glancing at the people who seemed to be already inside starting the event.

"Huh, I'm a mess again right," took off Johan's suit, and hiss was strong enough to make him shiver.

"They may have started." Johan smiled, his lips unable to hide the pleasure, as Lala began to shake the suit at the waist. Johan joined in combing Lala's hair with his fingers, not much, just get rid of Lala's hair to the back of the ear, and straighten the hemisphere of the middle hair.

"Shut up," Johan crouched down, "lift up," Johan took a handkerchief and wiped Lala's soles and put on his high heels right.

"Let me alone" Lala stared down, holding onto the motor.

"Let's be quick," Johan put on another heel shoe after wiping off Lala's soles, the scent of vanilla so noticeable when carried in the wind.

"Are you ready?" Johan grabbed hold as the woman nodded.

"What friend is he?" lala asked slowly.

"Contractor's friend," Johan made Lala hold her arm as soon as she entered the hall room. People have started eating, it seems right, if it's too late, no problem for Johan.

Johan met some of his colleagues and Lala just smiled as they chatted about the company, the project, the nominal. Lala walked away to her nearest table while looking at the chinese dance, she grabbed a piece of bread.

"Hi," the voice came from behind, "I guess who."

Lala looked back, "mas Luca. Ah yes, definitely a contractor friend?" Lala looked at Luca and glanced at the left right. "Where is Zaya?"

"Yes, contractor friend. Zaya, go to the toilet." Luca picked up the cake and glanced at Johan who was chatting, for some reason he became nervous and his hand grabbed a glass of alcoholic beverage near the cake, squeezing the glass handle as Lala focused on watching the show.

"Where are you going to stay?" luca asked after bubbling one glass quickly.

"It seems, here it is." Lala glanced sideways at Luca's flushed face. "Ah I I want to go to the toilet too," Lala said as she caught Zaya's newly-appeared glare. "Excuse me."

Late in the day, Johan borrows his manager's car, while Lala is drunk. The man did not understand when the mother of his children touched the drink, but after dancing, the woman continued to bounce and all the talk came out of it. Either Bella, Kevin, Richie all out, after a week the woman kept quiet.

"So, you finally know about Kevin?" Johan drove slowly with his right hand. Along the way squeezes Lala's soft hand which is brought to her thigh.

"So, you're scared of Kevin in the end? why do you think of that. Bela and Kevin's thing is their problem, not yours. And even without you, they would still be hostile."

Johan pulls over the car, fills up the BBM, after Johan's way back to set the music. I was reluctant to go back home.

As a result he continued to circle the outskirts of the city without direction, a moment later stopped ... Scattered tears slid down her cheeks furiously, on the seafront staring at the pounding waves covering Lala's dress in a suit and pecking at Lala's right cheek that stinks of Vanilla. "You never see me?" whispered with annoyance.

Out of the car, Johan goes to the stall, buys a pack of cigarettes and orders a glass of black coffee.

Sitting on the dock accompanied by a coffee seller who wears a sarong and head covering. Johan did not care about the tightness of the wind, such was his heart, the cold went out of direction, resignedly staring at the dam offshore, on the fishing boats that swayed.