Dear, My Baby [Congratulations]

17| Black Pork Street [2]

"Naura,” call Raka in the middle of the lecherous sounds behind her.

Naura. Looking back at the reflection of Raka's face.

"What?" he said ketus tried to remove the reddish color on his cheeks.

"For two weeks we haven't seen each other, have you missed me?" Raka asked with a serious face. Trying to divert the hot atmosphere in the elevator, but the question instead provoked a spark of embers between the two of them increasingly wriggling the large tub of axes ignited by fire into the gasoline oil.

Just like Naura felt. Raka also thought of wanting to hug and kiss her sweet figure at the moment, just like the pair of lovers behind her, continuously heating up the two of them.

"Ih, sorry. The answer is of course t-i-d-a-k. No. gabe. Understand.” Naura grunts.

"You should miss me."

"What did you say?" Naura pretended not to listen.

"Hindu. Because I miss you too" Raka continued as if talking to herself. While the eyes of the eagle, so fixed staring into the iris of Naura.

"Very much miss you" he said almost inaudibly, but he was sure this sweet figure heard clearly his words.

Naura. The two looked at it, as if inside this elevator there were only the two of them. Long enough they looked at the elevator that took them had reached the lobby of the apartment. With a dash Naura out first. Leaving the smiling Raka behind him. It was too late for this young man to see everything. This sweet figure blushed in embarrassment hearing his words.

"Where are the nights like this?" raka asked after they were outside the apartment lobby. It turned out that this man really intended to follow wherever Naura went. Very worried about her sweet figure.

"Hey, sweet. If people ask answered anyway, not difficult, right," teased Raka giggled amusedly.

"Errr ... The way you ask is like a gigolo on the side of the road looking for prey, fool!"

"Oh, huh?" Raka answered casually.

Naura blew the tip of her dangling bangs, not intending to serve the words of the man who had not until when to keep intending this. Before long, an online taxi stopped in front of him. Rushing this sweet figure in. Same with Raka. Unexpectedly, also took his online taxi. Naura.

"Yeah! Who told you to come in," he snapped as the taxi began to run.

Raka just shrugged, indifferently, making Naura growl in annoyance.

"Down!" Naura pushes Raka's body. However, it was as if Raka's body was made of steel. His impulse did not make this man move even from his place.

"Yeah! You heard, get off!! Or I'm the-"

"Shut up, Naura. You don't see a driver in front of you. Glared until his eyes came out like that. We can both be dropped off in the middle of the road." Raka glanced at the rearview mirror in front of the wheel. Repeatedly the driver looked towards the two of them with a confused face, not understanding the language of conversation Raka used.

"Adrrgh!"

Piqued. Finally Naura vented it by hitting Raka's arm. Then he turned to look out the window, looking at the streets of Jeju city with arms while holding his side.

"Our goals must be different. I'm going to Black Pork Street. You better get off here,” said Naura Sharp.

"Hmm."

"Don't just hm hm hm just now." Naura glares. "Come down!"

"Naura. Our goal is the same. I'm going there too."

Naura growled faintly. Noiseless anymore. It's been very clear Raka's goal tonight. Just wanted to intel it.

　

　

　

🍃Dear, My Baby🍃

　

　

　

"Now we've reached Black Pork Street."

"Then?" Raka said relax.

It felt as if there was black smoke billowing above his head hearing Raka's reply. It was as if this man was just a robot that was in a special program to follow wherever his employer went without refuting at all.

"I want to come here." Point this sweet figure at BBQ restaurant, one of the places to eat recommended by Food Vlogger Korea when visiting Jeju island, and happened to stop by Black Pork Street.

"Don't tell me you're here too?" Naura squinted her eyes.

Raka smiled amusedly. "Where yes, he answered."

Goddamnit! Frog of rice. Naura clenched her feet. Without speaking again, he turned his body back. Rushing into the resto, not caring for Raka behind him. Whether to follow him or not.

　

　

An hour later ...

　

Naura looked flatly at the man in front of her. Raka casually ate out her BBQ dishes. Not to lose. He also spent ten slices of medium-sized BBQ meat. He was hungry, too. The man in front of him. Errr .. don't ask. Greedy - maybe.

"How many days have you not eaten?" insinuating Naura, grimaced to see everything ludes without rest.

"Oh, I forgot." Raka shrugged, then put her chopsticks to the plate. "Over these two weeks I forget the last time I ate."

Naura exhaled. Glancing in the other direction. A little sorry to have thrown the insinuation earlier. Two weeks, it was clear when he told this man not to bother him anymore.

"I'm done." Naura stood up. Secretly making sure Raka also finished eating. It's not good to leave that guy eating.

"No need to pay, let me, please" Raka said after they were in front of the cashier.

"No need. We pay for each meal."

"Don't. I'll pay for your share."

Raka brushed off Naura's hand, about to give her credit card to the cashier. But Naura was stubborn, still thrusting her cards. The shit. The cashier-coincidentally the cashier is a type of woman-just take a black card belonging to Raka. Maybe because it has been bewitched by the good looks of Raka's face or maybe fascinated by the type of credit card, until the cashier is happy and sincere to take it, obey all Raka's words, including paying his share as well.

"Next time don't pay my share, understand." Naura was exasperated half to death. Still can't take Raka who paid for the food earlier.

Both are now on Black Pork Street. Along the way, their eyes are treated to grilled BBQ meat, the more delicious they look when the distinctive smell of the cuisine is out in the air.

"Can't, because it's my duty" replied Raka.

"Huh?" Naura automatically stopped her steps. Both of his eyebrows swooped sharply. For a moment this sweet figure was fixated on staring at the smile that was engraved beautifully on the side of Raka's lips.

"What do you mean?" repeat Naura squinted her eyes.

"It is my duty to pay, because you are craving, fulfilling my son's wishes. That means it's my responsibility to pay for the food."

Silent. It was as if this Black Pork road was deserted uninhabited. Naura.

"I told you. This pregnancy has nothing to do with you. It means you don't have to be responsible for anything."

"No. The baby you bear is my son." Raka insists on the head.

"This isn't your son."

"Oh, I didn't hear anything~." Raka scratched his ears. "Oh, one more, thank you for fulfilling the wish of the boy-Hey! Well, lick."

Raka chuckled amusedly staring at the back of Naura who was twitching her legs leaving her.

“Naura, you're really cute when you get angry.”

“Silence, rice field frog. 💢”