FIRST NIGHT (Season 1, 2, And 3)

S2. Chapters. 25 - Flashbacks

"Get off my shirt, honey..."

The groan was heard coming from inside the 5x3-meter room. Several bottles of mineral water stood empty on a table near the bed.

Jino clasped the strong girl who was writhing in the bed. Trying to get rid of those messy clothes. The girl was apparently also drugged by something. Both of them forget that they are actually eternal rivals.

Brucks.

Jino slumped to the floor, as the alarm chants on the phone rang. He patted his head repeatedly. Curse yourself how it is possible to dream of the girl who most often makes him upset instead of playing.

"It's just a dream! First and last! Can't dream of that filthy girl again! Can't!" his words convinced themselves. Jino patted his head a few times. I wish his dirty thoughts were gone. I don't know what possessed him, until a strange dream together with a mortal enemy.

He rushed to the bathroom. Wash your face and light a water faucet. To the point that her knee-length shorts were wet too.

"Jino, you're hot .... "

His dark eyes blinked spontaneously. The sigh in his dream seemed to deliberately tease his bath clock. Quickly washed the handsome face minimalist and sweet it with a splash of water. Patting cheeks not to remember. But instinct is still instinct. He is a normal guy like most. His desire to shackle petted hard. The brightly-clad jetty eyes dimmed slowly. He re-tuned the scene in his sleeping flowers.

The girl rolled over spoiled, one hand coiled around Jino's waist. One more hand explored his warm cheeks. Making Jino hunt's breath demands thirst. Her lips are pinched mesmerizing pink lips berlipglouse peach flavor. Sucking it soft, slow and very sweet.

Unknowingly Jino touched her own lips. Feeling the fresh aroma inhaled by his nasal cavity. At first it felt warm, long ago it was hot.

The pretty creamy chocolate-covered lentic fingers are switched. Tracing the chest of Jino's field that has been jars for some time. Makes him jump in impervious. Nevan pulls the girl's body closer, drowning herself between the necks of the girl's level. Enjoy the charming fragrance of sweet musk parfume that breaks through the sense of smell. I don't know why tonight Jino likes that fragrance. Sexy and voluptuous, her inner self in heart. Jino shook her head.

"Crazy! Can't think of that weird chick!" it protested itself.

"Woi, bro! Lo di dalem?! Get dong out!"

Alfaro's shout stopped Jino's mortal delusion. The man who was not wearing anything hit his feet, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist covering the extream. He walked outside with a stifled red face, as the dam of desire soaring up had to be forced down suddenly. You know, just imagine riding a roller poster while coolly walking slowly on the buttocks meandering extra fast.

"Why?! It's very noisy," he said.

"Why's your face? Red cake crab balado that way," Alfaro stared in wonder.

Jino scratched the nape of a lash. "Lo disturb me in the shower." Jino reasoned.

"What's the bath for? Don't-don't .... "

"Lo did it early in the morning!" jino's Scratch.

Alfaro laughed amusedly after realizing the meaning of his friend's words. He follows Jino, who leads to a wardrobe.

"Sorry, brother. Lagian lo did not say that again busy with soap toys in the dalem," ledek Alfaro Sarkarstis still interrupted crisp laughter. Usually Jino who often bothers him while watching hot-hot pop movies.

"Sorry yes," he repeated.

"What the hell is it? Buruan says, I'm still a little sleepy too." Jino was upset.

Alfaro patted his forehead for a moment. He almost forgot something.

"Gue wants to talk, bro. Lo inget is the design that I made with the help of the opinion of lo?"

Jino just nodded. He's just a commentator, good or not.

"Boss I rejected the plan raw. Early in the morning blind ears I had a pain hear his scolding on the phone," said Alfaro memelas.

Jino squinted at her friend's explanation. Inevitably, new interior design client orders that they made hard work for weeks. Errata, meaning made by Alfaro with additional support and spirit from Jino. Each one staying up late, he served as an impromptu supporter. Sacrifice of energy, time, and brain. Now it must be in vain. Alfaro's jaw was bluffing loudly. His hands clenched wanting to punch something.

"Keep you gotta remake that?" jino Terka.

"Don't dong! You think finding a job is now easy what?! It was good to work in an office. Lo should be grateful. Look at me who's bouncy kek gini," Jino's advice is stirring. He was already wearing a T-shirt and shorts, getting rid of the wrapped towel.

"By the way, I'm semalem denger lo ngigau kenceng bener until the buzzing outside the door."

Jino glared at the question of her friend. Remembering the dream he woke up last night. A strange dream that reminded him of the figure of an obnoxious girl as well as attracted his attention last night. Nisa's shadow with a flirtatious smile was present drugging Jino in less than twenty-four hours.

"Gue again sprain same chick. That's why they dream. I don't know why I got into the dream."

"Oh, is that Nisa?" guess Alfaro. Almost every night he often heard Jino mumbled about the absurd girl.

"That's a really weird girl. Every day comes bring food, but the cuisine is not clear. The menu is all ambiguous. Where if you talk about ceplas-ceplos. My amazement!"

Alfaro. I don't know if he's heard the same complaint over and over again.

"Lo should be able to top it anyway, easily even. As far as I know, a typical girl like that can not be hardened. You refuse yes more gencer doi ngejar," said Alafaro while sitting on the floor mats.

"So, you mean? I have to accept him then? Oh wow!" jino Emotion.

"Bro, I want ya, be careful the same feeling. Yesterday or now you hate him desperately. Who knows tomorrow? It could be that you even love to die with the doi," Alfaro warned.

This day Jino weighed Alfaro's words. Driving is hard to concentrate. Until dinner time arrives, Nisa strangely never appeared. Jino was worried about him. Usually Nisa will appear uninvited during lunch hours. Although the supplies brought there was never a match with Jino's tongue. Last time yesterday Nisa made a half-empty stick. It tastes bitter. But the clear vegetables are good though somewhat salty. Maybe Nisa is getting married.

Jino sat near the parking lot, waiting for the next order. The base is not far from the Kuta pangai.

"Hello, the priestly candidate?"

Jino almost dropped to hear a whisper in her right ear. He looked to the right side. Nisa's face so close it poked out from behind Jino's neck. That guy's like something's magic. Nisa's smile that night, beat the beautiful flickering of stars in the sky.

Nisa sat next to Jino. It offers a box of foods made from steroform as well as bottled mineral water.

"I'm sorry I didn't cook today."

"Tumbens?" Jino was both astonished and pleased. At least he was not poisoned by Nisa cuisine that tastes nano-nano.

"So he was busy packing stuff all day. I have to go back to Semarang tomorrow afternoon."

Jino. Somehow he was even a bit unwilling to hear this rioting girl was about to leave. But he should be happy.

"Continue?"

"You have to miss, right? Don't forget to call me every mallem. Let me not forget about you, you want me to continue."

"Who are you? I'm who?" Jino pretends not to care.

"You are my future priest."

Jino let out a deep breath. He stood up and asked Nisa to get up from her seat. "Come with me!"

"Where are you going?"

"To mosque. He said he wanted to be guaranteed?"

Nisa manyun's. "I mean the house priest knows."

Jino's head bobble. He threw away a little face. Don't want to be caught by Nisa if her cheeks become blushing.

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