Forced Young Marriage

Chapter 25

camping goes well and smoothly, the activities they do are the same things as other people who usually do camping.

"uh bored her" complained Zay lay her body on a plastic carpet that was brought from home.

"kalo bosen why join the camp? mending lo at home alone" ketus Dey glanced lazily Zay who was beside him.

"gamau, ntar I'm bosen also if myself, I already have my own chant yakali" replied Zay while closing his eyes so as not to be exposed to sunlight.

Dey noticed Zay's face for a while and did not respond to Zay's words which always made him lose in a landslide.

"duh very hot crazy, if you know mending me ngadem in the room ngegame" complained Zay muttered little but still heard by Dey.

"yes it is obviously scorching, gini daylight" Dey said, confirming Zay's complaint.

"shade under the yuk tree?" invite Zay to get up from his sleep immediately, and immediately stand glancing towards the tree behind where they relax.

"m I'm lo?" asked Dey lazily.

"ga, I got my chini" Zay replied with annoyance, he did not want to linger in the hot heat, Zay immediately under the tree to get a cooler shade.

"here dear" exclaimed Zay to Dey who was still motionless from his spot.

Dey clucked irritably while turning a lazy eyeball, rather than Zay further raving a no-no and making beachgoers annoyed.

mama Rena and Papah Bram just silently pay attention to the interaction of the couple without the intention of reprimanding, let them be close to their own way.

"Dey.."

"hm?"

"why is the sea salt?" zay asked after Dey sat beside her and leaned against the big tree behind.

"the sweet color is me" replied Dey understand the direction of Zay's conversation that must be a fight that many people already know.

"ah no fun lo, you have to say 'goru tu Zay, why dong?' not directly answer, it's my dialogue" said Zay did not accept with Dey's answer.

"gue answer it really though, but there is a wrong, huh confused I'm the same lo Zay, nyari quality combalan berkit kek. anyways nih ya, a Zayyan race is very mismatched, not suitable, comrade" said Dey at length while closing his eyes enjoying the thin wind that hit his face.

"ga fits everywhere" Dey replied opening his eyes for a moment and glancing sideways, then turning a blind eye.

"why is that?" asked Zay's protest, he felt he was a good fit in everything, but why did Dey think he didn't fit in.

"lo is more suitable to be quiet, Zay who I knew at the beginning was quiet, ga bacot kek lo now" replied Dey slowly, he had begun to drift in the wind and sleepy.

"i told you, I'd be as chatty as any special person in my life" explained Zay waking up from his comfortable backrest and staring at Dey from the side.

dey's eyes opened slowly and looked cute, the two of them stared at each other with a fixed gaze that was somehow interpreted as what.

"yes-yes I believe" retorted Dey did not want to extend his debate with Zay again, he had started to want to go to the dream.

when Dey's eyes closed again.

cup

for a few seconds there was no response from Dey, until Zay tried to move his lips to taste the sweet lips of the wife.

sweet, that one word that Zay deserves to say right now, Dey's lips are like a magnet to her.

until Dey opened his eyes again feeling something was on his lips, making his sleepiness delayed from now on.

his position remained as it were, because of Dey whose life had only been collected in half, and Zay who felt comfortable tasting Dey's lips.

"mmphh-" murmured Dey indistinctly and her eyes were glaring.

Zay immediately distanced his lips from the lips of the sweet one that makes opium if close together, and immediately stood up to avoid the tantrum of Dey.

Dey looked at Zay with a stern and irritated look, his sweet lips making Zay want to repeat again, but later, Zay's current moment is blurred.

mamah Rena and Papah Bram smiled stiffly from a distance that saw the action of his son who had time to steal a kiss on his wife.

"the papah's education"

"oh yes dong"