Forced Love Om-om

CHAPTER 10 The Apple Triangle

"May ...."

Bening, the head of the girls dorm called Deandra who walked out of the room. In the hallway terrace to the bathroom.

"Saturday." This time his voice was louder than before. Deandra keeps stepping whether she hears or intentionally doesn't want to hear? I don't know. Marsha who walked from the opposite direction, stopped Deandra's steps.

"You're called Brother Bening."

Deandra turned her eyes to the rather large woman standing behind. Their distance is about 50 meters. Deandra's eyes narrowed, highlighting the somewhat fat lady. Because when he understood his face was invisible. Understand the dark rain. The lighting was not friendly right on top of it the lights died. Hadeeuh Mamamia's.

Does that matter? Why would ya?

Deandra's red towel changed position. He was originally circling on the right now he was clinging to the neck. A dipper containing toiletries, he placed it temporarily on a long, whitewashed bench. While changing direction he retreated backwards.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Duuuh Deandra you are so careless. Look at you dropping something!"

Oh mama

Diandra's eyes were round like he was about to jump. Suddenly the dry throat saw an object in Bening's hand.

"Hehe, I'm sorry you can be the same brother clear?"

Bening shook his head and left Deandra.

A 'triangle patterned apple' object has landed beautifully under the sink. Complete with 'hagging bread'.

Lucky today I again came a monthly guest, so I do not need to pray magrib. Why didn't you answer yes? Oh Deandra you're a forgetful.

Slaps

Deandra's memory stung while still living with Bayu in rented. She always hangs her underwear in the middle of the hanger. Hanger's shirt was covered by Bayu's clothes. Still remember very well in his mind as he dropped the 'false bread'.

"Deandra until now I'm still curious. How does that mean you can't fall?"

They were forced to hold back a laugh for fear of being heard by the neighbor beside the kosan.

Blurp

"Wood, so suck the same ponytail. How are you?" Deandra's inner whisper.

"Ngapain thinks of Bayu. Waste of time."

Deandra unwrapped the plastic wrap of sanitary napkins or her term fresh bread. The wrapper he threw into the trash can in the bathroom. Don't ask me how to wear it. Just enough Bayu.

Well and fresher Diandra headed to the room. His roommates had already gone towards the hall of the cottage. The show has almost started halfway but Diandra is still nowhere to be seen. How are you, friend?

After tidying up, the oval-faced and cabi-cheeked girl had not yet left. Even doodling is not clear a diary book. A red book she wrote a story. Diandra secretly loves to write. The writing is very neat. He always wrote the bismillah at the beginning and wrote the date on the right.

"Deandra you're here. You didn't go to the hall?"

"Rosi, that was ustadz Raka cool huh." Tone Cila spirit initiated the conversation.

Cila girl is somewhat calm but has less symmetrical vision aka squint. Rossi is an energetic but rather fat girl.

"Deandra, must be really nice of you. Yes, not friends. Ustad Raka is cool and slang."

"Then?"

"Shocky and handsome." Bilqis

"Then?"

"High and neat."

"Udah?" Ask Deandra again.

"Actually still is. But, "

"But what?"

"The khilaf."

"Actually you guys were listening to tausiyah what did you meet the artist?" Deandra asked by drawing her favorite characters."

Their faces were like wine being squeezed out. The remains leave a bitter and bitter mark.

"Ah, Deandra's not exciting."

***

At the Mommy's house.

"Pyuuuh's. Nope-not. He's gonna have to be here." Amanda arranged several matchsticks to form a square.

"Amanda's? Ready already?" Ask Hans in the living room.

Amanda wrapped her index finger with her thumb as the panda was ready as a sign was ready. Immediately he sipped the red slipping bag. The red mini dress attached to her body adds to her beauty charm.

"Let's Om."

Amanda smiled cynically looking at the man twenty-five years older than her age. Hans is like twisted to see the charm and beauty of Amanda. This twenty-year-old girl does indeed make***** male eyes. The body part is clearly visible. Moreover, the red mini dress is somewhat blooming making the eyes somewhat stretchy.

"Where are we going, Om?"

"We're going to the hotel @Hanalife."

Amanda pulled out her curly hair. The neckline was slightly sultry looking at the eyes of the man beside her.

"Can stop first Om. I'm thirsty."

Amanda pointed to one of the retail stores on the side of the road. He pointed at his thirsty neck. Hans swallowed.

Beglucids

"I'm waiting here!"

Amanda nodded and left the side-nosed man. With a smile Amanda opened the cheat sheet of her favorite movie.

The girl walked out of the store after ten minutes. Two bottles of mineral water.

Hans opened the windshield and watched every curve of the girl from the tip of her hair to the tip of her fingernails. Can't wait for that, the man in a neat suit walked over to Amanda.

"Where are you?"

"It's Om."

"Don't call Om dong. Geli. Beib, baby."

"Once upon aja. Oops Beib."

Amanda touched Hans's lips. Hans's like getting stunted. The blood of men flowed faster five times. Soon he opened the door of his favorite woman's car. This time, he prefers to sit in the back. Because Amanda wants to fall.

"Rest first, baby. Let's be fitter later."

In Amanda's grasp she's hiding something.

Hans's wire is ringing. A notification message has not previously been opened. While driving he caught the sound through the earphones.

"Hello Ma."

"Today papa had a sudden meeting outside the city. Don't forget to close the door! Papa's coming home tomorrow, Thursday night."

"Papa Send a special gift to my mother. How'd it get home?"

"Next week I take my mom for a walk. Now papa's working first. Be careful at home, Ma."

Om Hans romantic it turns out. Good too. Cashing. I think loving too. Ah, you man. Eyes cannot be controlled.

Amanda grasped the thing she had prepared for Hans.

Look at it later you will cry hysterically.

Amanda laughed in her heart

"Where dear are you hungry?" Ask Hans.

"Ehm yes. Beib was his wife?"

"Yes ordinary. I have to be absent first. If not, he will not sleep. Wait for me to come home."

"Why would Beib hurt his wife."

"Darling, don't talk about it. Because I just want to be with you."

Hans' left fingers grabbed Amanda's hand. Amanda who was sitting in the back immediately slid with a kiss.

"Later, dear. This drive again."

Hans teased Amanda's clothespin. And you are waiting for the continuation!

To be continued