
"Great..." Andre unknowingly praised Della.
"I told you, sir, that I don't want to make a mistake so I'm avoiding it". Della wiped the sweat on the palipis and fixed the location of the glasses.
"That's not what I mean, but your martial skills are good enough to be able to pick up all my punches, have you ever learned" asked Andre
"A little sir"
"Haeyyy. Stop calling me father because I'm not that old"
"Sorry brother-in-law"
"What were you doing......????"
"I'm just compressing my stomach a little bit" Della replied.
"sorry"
"It's okay, you didn't accidentally....???"
"Yes.... Does it still hurt.....???"
"It's no longer possible because of your blow earlier brother-in-law. Thank you" said Della as she stepped inside the house and followed Andre.
"The weirdly beaten girl instead thanked "Andre
"You mean..... ???". Andre was confused by Della's words.
"I mean the big brother-in-law punch was like an antidote that had relieved the pain in my stomach" said Della.
"So my punch earlier had already accidentally become a cure for your stomach pain....? ". Ask Andre.
"Yes, it can be said that way" replied Della.
"Are you not in pain....????" Andre asked, he was sure that the fist that landed on Della's stomach must have been very painful.
"No" answered Della.
"How is it possible.....???? "Andre
"Have you ever studied martial arts....?" Asked Andre he still did not believe Della who did not feel hurt by his punch.
"A little "Answer Della.
"Nih people are not bosen it is mulu...? . Della
"It can't be because my punch was so hard". Andre.
"Yes but the blow of my sister-in-law was not perfect to reach my stomach, my sister lived first" said Della.
"Wait..." Andre shouted at Della who had left but still Della continued her steps.
After Della's departure, Andre also went straight to his room, while in the room, Andre played back the incident that was recorded in his mirror made the corner of his lips attracted a little to form a smile.
What a pretty perfect girl, how can luck side with Adrian in times of misfortune, ahh. It seems that the theory has fallen on the stairs also does not apply to him, it is appropriate that he does not refuse to marry. Andre's.
Then go to the bathroom to clean themselves to remove the sweat that has soaked his body.
While in Adrian's room, a man woke up because he was disturbed by the gurgling of water from the bathroom.
"Why take a shower at Dell's watch...?" Adrian asked as Della walked out of the dressing room.
"Sister's heat" replied Della
Adrian raised an eyebrow
"You just say until the heat, the AC feeling of this room is on fire from last hour again....!!! ".
"Ouch....Dell you don't have the talent to lie to be caught if you lie" Della.
"A-anu brother". Della's nervous
"Anu......????".Adrian
"Anu's sister "Say Della is still in her nervousness.
"What's Della.....?" Adrian was getting upset.
Drett...
"Who called at this hour....." Adrian blabbed before answering the phone.
"Uhhhh.... Congratulations, what should I tell Adrian...?. Where might I be
I told you that I just finished Ahhhhkk no.....Adrian can't know." Della´s.
"Sir Andre, what's the call.....?" Adrian asked himself.
Adrian: "Hallo brother,,,,,!"
"What brother.....?" Della
Adrian: "But brother is okay....?"
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"What did the man say to Adrian...? " Della
Adrian: "Alright, next time be careful brother".
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Adrian: "Yes sister rest, don't think about it anymore".
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Adrian:" Ok I hung up, good night brother"
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"It's weird this time Brother Andre called me to tell me what he was going through" Adrian said.
"What's up, brother....?". Tanya Della tried to divert the conversation because she knew from Adrian would still ask about why he took a night-time shower.
"No Dell, sleep again yuk". Bring Adrian.
Della also laid her body beside Adrian, slowly closed her eyes trying to sleep, it did not take long for it may be because of tired and pain in her stomach is not felt.
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Slowly the sun showed its light indicating that the morning had come.
"I didn't wake up in the morning". Della.
"What time is it.... ???". Adrian asked in a hoarse voice.
Deggs....
Della's heart beat uncharacteristically when she heard Adrian calling her affectionate even though he had heard the name several times but still it was like that.
"Seven hours and ten minutes" answered Della, he immediately stepped towards the window and opened the window curtain.
"have you taken a shower....???". Tanya Adrian now her burly hands have been coiled in Della's stomach, whether since when she woke up from the bed.
"Astagfirullah.kak ngigetin me only" said Della.
"please sis...!!!" Della's words because Adrian sniffed around her neck occasionally kissed her.
"Just a minute, baby"
"Sister I know that being let go for a long time, there's a shower that's been waiting for" Della pushed Adrian's body slowly.
"Morning kiss dong, here" Adrian said, patting his lips with his index finger.
"There's a shower first"
"Dell did you kiss or did I...? " The man didn't care about Della telling him to take a bath.
"Idihhh..ni man why do ngres early in the morning gini...? I'm ashamed that if I kiss her, she'll think shameless. Della´s.
"So, no" muttered Della but heard by Adrian, how not their distance is close enough.
"Hahhaha..you put power into my hands, that's what I want honey to be prepared for my oppression". Adrian
"Alright dear" Adrian said as he brought his face without him closer to Della the wife and landed a kiss on Della's lips that slowly turned into l******n, the man's right hand pressed down on Della's nape deepened their kiss while his left hand had already begun to be unable to condition.
"Sorry... It makes you run out of oxygen" Adrian said after his breathing began to normalize.
While Della with cheeks that have been as red as tomatoes bowed his head because it held the shame and cursed himself for his stupidity.
"S***n.. if I had kissed her first it wouldn't have been like this. s**l..b****h....
Akkhc.... Please get me out of here. Della´s.
To Be Continued
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