Forced Love Om-om
CHAPTER 4 PASMINA TEASE
At Deandra's house, Mami slammed her used drinking glass. Innocent glasses should be the victims of anger.
Pyaars
"Find Deandra see you. I don't want to lose the most expensive thing. I've been working hard raising. What free food and drink."
Pyaars
"CAN YOU WORK? Eating blind?"
"Sorry, we caught up. But he managed to escape. Isn't that Wo?"
"real Mi. Deandra's very clever."
"Well, that's all bullshit. You guys aren't so fucking becus."
"I don't want to know anyway. Any way you can find Deandra. Or your wife's the substitute." Crack that woman while turning off the cigarette butts.
"Don't Mi. We'll see you."
"good. I keep your promises."
Gawer and Wowo throw a signal. A nod so as not to get hit.
Will they manage to find Deandra?
Attention is a form of affection. But if the attention is sweet don't blame the candy of love it comes.
During the journey to the address recorded in the note, Bayu looks into the clouds. Shifted to the blue sky. The sun is emitting its gentle rays.
'Deandra, I can't possibly invite her to stay. But what should I do?'
Bayu's mind carved the blue sky.
***
"Nr ...."
"Hem."
Bayu menenteng red marun gift bag. The girl cut her nails in the living room.
"You're home yet?" Speak without glancing.
"Yes. I intentionally passed by the side. And front door kukancing.”
The white-striped young man sat on the side. Putting a maroon gift bag right in front of Deandra.
"What is this, Bayu?"
"For you."
"D-yu."
Typical intonation with nosebleed face. Take out the stomach of the bag. Two red and ash tunic pices and sabyan jogger trousers. Complete with pasmina hijab.
"How do I thank you?"
Cheeks somewhat of a cabi forming a mini dimple.
"You like it?"
Deandra nodded.
"Hijabs?" The girl's forehead frowned.
'this time, hold the hijab. How's the make?'
"Where do you know that I'm Muslim, Bayu?"
"Feeding. My feelings you will be more graceful to wear this shirt. Especially wearing a hijab."
Deandra's nose kembis. Like a bashful cherry blossom when spring comes.
"But you're a Muslim ‘, right?"
Deandra nodded.
"The tent has a mukena."
"This one I almost never wear."
The girl was holding a cotton pink mukena. Activate batik on the end.
"You must be bored at home, right? Get changed."
"But, ..."
"It doesn't have to be much but."
"I'm cooking water again."
"Just turn it off."
"You haven't eaten either, Bayu."
"What are you cooking?"
"Not cooked anything."
The girl grinned the horse. Walk slowly to the room to change clothes.
"Quick De,"
Shouted Bayu while rolling up the shirt.
"Now also come in."
"Pocket. Don't you take it long."
"Yes bringel." Shouted the girl from the corner of the room.
The mirror is. Just as he was about to stick the pentule needle right at the neckline, his reflection spoke.
'What kind of observation is this, De.'
"De, are you sleeping?"
Bayu's voice roused him from the reverie. His soul went back in without knocking on the door.
Deandra still hasn't come out of the room lip. As she was about to insert half an orange lipstick into her scabbard, the tiny lips formed an oval circle. The mirror's reflection is getting more and more centile. Eyes closed slowly.
“De Hunt, have been waiting almost an hour.”
“But not two hours.”
They did overdo the clockwork just turned fifteen minutes ago. Ah, is that so if you want to meet soon?
Bayu glanced at the black sporty clock repeatedly. As he gazed towards one of the clockwork, his index finger was busy tapping.
“Why this clock is slow at all anyway,”
The young man in a white striped shirt set the pace of sitting. Swap sitting and standing is not enough five times. Like the ambeyen.
“Sorry to wait a long time huh?”
Bayu gawking as if seeing the explosion of colorful fireworks. That beautiful color parsed the face of the girl in plain sight. Beefy nose, mini dimpled cabi cheeks. Wrapped in a red pasmina coiled around the head. Black sablean jogger pants seem more polite.
As Deandra stepped in, Bayu's face was a bit flushed like a potato boiled strawberry sauce.
“De, you can't wear this shirt?”
“Why? Ugly huh? Or are you afraid of being tempted?”
The girl raised both eyebrows. While blasting his orange lips. Do you know Bayu's expression? Cold sweat is flooding in. Soon she's wiping with a brown handkerchief out of her pants pocket.
Bayu got up from the sofa chair. Towards the room he looked for the figure of his knee-length jacket. Man's mask and sunglasses.
“Use this.”
Bayu offered his set of tools. Then he walked to the pizza at the dining room table. Deandra was still standing in front of the sofa chair.
“And I'm not beautiful anymore. Free disposable lipstick, Bayu.”
“Emang you want the whole world to know there is a girl living with a guy. Hem?”
Bayu helped put a cream coat on Deandra's left hand. After covering all parts of his female body, Bayu covered the cheeked face of the cabi with sunglasses.
“Room. Both again”
Deandra clenched her head. Down like a princess of shame.
“Siniin. Let me just.”
Deandra grabbed the tissue that was about to land on her lips. While glancing sharply.
‘Enak just want to touch my lips. This lip is only for my husband.’
***
In a luxury hotel room Cimahi area. Standing pretty again charming. He occasionally looked towards the white curtain window on the fifth floor.
[Mas, Napa didn't come - came anyway?]
[Mas, game.]
[You don't come now I live, there are still many Opa waiting for me out there.]
"No. It's nuts. Less expensive Amanda."
Mami glanced at wa who was about to be delivered to the target.
"You're too Aggressive."
"How did mami go?"
"Let him look for you and wait for you."
Mami poured a frothy white drink into her favorite convex glass. While fixing the position of sitting on a white sofa chair near the window.
"Let her bend her knees to you."
"How?" Amanda put the android under the chin.
"Here I whisper."
They whispered too. You and I didn't hear it.
Ha ha ha ha
"What is this, Mi?"
Mommy circles her index finger and thumb while spending the rest of the drink.
"Good luck yes!"
***
In a 2000-meter house, Raka stops her Pajero car. A big house guarded by two bad dogs.
Ruck
Ruck
"Excuse me. Assalamu'alaikum."
Finger pressing the black circle on the edge of the fence. Shortly thereafter, a security guard opened the door.
"Who's Bang looking for?"
"Bu Ratna is there?"
"Oh let's go."
Raka brought about two plastic dus bronis.
In the living room, Ms. Ratna was chatting with some beautiful and branded women. All head and toe of the goods branded. Like a walking brand just love price nice price.
"How much does this bag cost?"
"How many?"
"It's not expensive, it's only twenty-five million. A gift from my husband in Paris."
Seriate
