Forced Love Om-om

CHAPTER 5 HELP ME PLIIS!

Crisp chat at Ms Ratna's house.

“Wah, Jeng you are lucky to have a good husband and attention kayak Mas Setyo.”

“This fur jacket from Mas Pras. Beautiful gak?”

“Uuuuhh bang.” Sahut they compact.

"Please drink the tea ma'am." A housekeeper put down five cups of tea and some biscuits.

"This is my favorite watch. Also a gift from papi while in Amrik." said the other mama.

"Today we finished our holiday in Japan. Then to Korea Lee Min Ho. I'm looking there to see ya." Another mother's.

The conversation stopped seeing Raka standing up.

"Son Raka huh?" Bu Ratna walked towards the position of the young man in front of her.

"I have often heard the story of Nak Raka from umimu. Whoa, ...."

Bu Ratna's eyes skinned Raka's posture from toe to head.

"This is my Umi brownie cake. Sorry excuse me." Raka's eyes lowered. Afraid Hilaf.

Naturally the charm of Bu Ratna like a 20-year-old girl. Glowing face, white skin, body curves like an Italian violin. Balanced neck and legs.

"Don't sit down, son?"

"sorry. I have to get to the pesantren."

Raka was a bit awkward in that house. He is trapped in a group of young mama tricksters of age as if in the Sahara desert. Skirts bloom above the knees, shiny shoulders, perforated arms visible from a distance. Thick to natural makeup of Korean artist. Ah, all that makes Saliva and sweat men down forced without forced.

"Mas, don't sell me." Again the message goes through wa.

Raka immediately lowered her legs towards the car with a slightly stuttered step.

"Mas, the car keys fell."

The woman in shining clothes reminded. Stand behind Ms. Ratna.

"Oh yes. Sorry."

"Who's jeng?"

"Oh son of a friend."

"Make it too."

"Remember the husband."

They also continued the conversation that had been interrupted by Raka.

"Mas, don't sell me." Once again the message goes through wa on Android Raka.

Who the hell is this from earlier bother. Ah, most people are less fun at work.

"Dear."

"Honey. I'm waiting at the villa in the beautiful cottage."

Continuous sentence shots launched. Raka occasionally glanced. His heartbeat was pumping more blood than usual. Index finger reflex tapping. Kemal. Maximum Kepo.

Ciiits

Car wheels pull over. Nimble footwork stepping on the brakes. While breathing, he was tempted to return a chat that shook his mind

"Sorry, who are you? You seem to have the wrong person."

When you want to send a reply to this chat, the fingers seem to be at the end of the foot.

Tue

"Mas Raka isn't it?"

"Yes. But I don't know you. Who and why are you sending messages like this?"

00:00:02

00:00:04

Tik tik a few seconds later still no message.

At the end of the alley of the house near Mami was heard a hysterical cry. His screams were heartbreaking. Toddlers are beaten.

"aaaw. Ah, ouch."

"Ampun. Forgiver. Forgive me ma."

"Till you wet the bed again."

While near the river was seen a teenager who was still wearing the attributes of SMP

.Gracefully named.

"Kasian him. As a result of the actions of the parents so he's the one who got the sap."

"Yes. But what pity justin. Wrong yourself."

"You're talking about it."

"I'm totally broke because of his mother's behavior all my trades don't sell."

"Can't you?"

Both neighbors are busy feeding the left heart and brain. Mouth likes to meleber do not want to be silent if the wrong role.

"His mother brought a man who was not her muhrim. Her mother is a widow. Still wet anyway."

The woman in red took a pile of clothes to the edge of the stone. Wiping makeup soap into the collar of the shirt. Not only clothes but also the mouth foamed.

"Maybe it's a distant brother."

"That was. Now it's just as crazy everywhere as Ita."

The yellow women rinsed the clothes that had been cut. Maximum kucek. They changed places of holiness because the river water suddenly stopped flow blocked by the clothes of the woman with red rice.

"It's not like women generally. He's different."

"Do you know where you are?”

“My cousin is very helpful and likes to ring if there is info semriwing."

Haha

They also laughed loosely stretching the mouth muscles as well as the cheeks are dehydrated.

"Kasian. So no friends. Every time we go back to school, we go to this river." Imbuh Women with red rice.

"That's yeah. If only my son had not five I would have picked him up. Invite him to stay at home. Eating is still a kempis. Asep more often does not weigh work."

Gracefully throw small stones repeatedly. Pull the back again. Again and again.

***

"Try to turn on the machine." Sayu after fixing the loose cable.

BRMM

"Finally, you can too, brother. Thanks to ya."

"Together."

The red car passed after breaking down for nearly an hour. Also forced to postpone the question that Bayu will raise for Deandra.

"You're pinter too. Are you a mechanic?"

Bayu.

"Can you drive?"

Bayu just nodded thinly.

"You why?"

"Nothing. Iiih Bayu's. Wh why?

"So. There's nothing Deandra."

"Cock on them."

Bayu walked over to the purple colored stone across the street. The stuck car has been jamming a row of sentences that clog his thoughts and feelings. Haven't had time to land tetiba's ass heard a scream.

"Aarghh."

"Saturday."

"Yetus."

"Woodu Please!"

"Deeee...."

Gawer managed to catch Deandra when he wanted to cross the highway. Gawer held tight the girl's arm.

"Where are you going?"

"Who are you?"

"You don't have to look at the pilon." Said Gawer with his peak smile.

"Wo, he's kind of forgotten."

"Put him in the car."

"Yetuuu."

Deandra tried to bang on the glass. Screaming loudly calling Bayu. But the car drove like an orang diabatan. The bumpy road is not a problem. The wheels intersect with the direction of the asphalt road.

"Wo Street, the hunt."

Gawer silenced Deandra's mouth with his right hand. The left hand held Deandra's hands from behind.

"Silent. We've been looking for you where we finally met."

Haha

"What dream did we have last night, Wo."

Realizing the girl behind him disappeared, Bayu ran glide to his motorcycle.

Gawer tightened the red-veiled girl's wrists. Unmitigated responsibility he also covered his mouth with duct tape.

"Emmmmm. Uhmmm."

In the back, Bayu passed like a flying horse. Slippery roads and extreme turns don't make him difficult. With a speed of 140 kilometers.

Ciiits

Ciits

Adu speed and adrenaline touch. All mixed into one courage. Bayu's motorcycle intercepted the black car.

"Ehmmm ehmmm."

"You're looking to die he seems to."

"Cast him, Wo. Just hit him."

The car runs a bit backwards then adds a portion of speed. The boy was still standing in front of the car.

"Ehmm uhmm." Deandra's leg kicked Gawer's leg. His face was pale with tears. And you wait for its continuation.

Serial --

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