Gala Asmara [Mature From Small ]

Yuk???

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"Why stop?" ara asked as Sean pulled over his big bike.

Ara grew even more confused as the handsome man with thick eyebrows came down from the motorbike and took off his jacket.

"Fear the wind is coming at you, Ra" said Sean, wearing a jacket over Ara's body.

"Yes, Ara forgot."

"Sama, brother Sean also forgot why had not brought a car yes, it's a habit of naek motor anyway" kekehnya to cover the regret.

"Yemen ya bring a motor in order to speed the same nyelip nyelip" said Ara interrupted by his crisp laughter.

"Wih, want dong on slippage. Bring a good motor, because it can be embraced girlfriend" tempt Sean again.

Ara sneered at Sean who laughed a little loudly, even if he was not in the pinches of his stomach maybe Sean will not stop and ride again on the motorbike to continue the journey.

Their destination is no longer a snack garden, because Ara does not want to eat anything for now. Ara takes Sean to one of the bazars on the edge of town. There is a paradise for shopping enthusiasts, whether it's clothes, bags and sandals. But Ara's target is not all that, but rather he is eyeing a novel that is quite famous.

Not until an hour, Sean's big motorbike pulled over in the parking lot of the bazaar. Both of them went down and went straight to the Book section that lay out of various kinds. Starting from textbooks, dictionaries, magazines and of course novels.

"Like reading this?" sean asked Ara who was busy picking and sorting.

"Yes, make a courtship exercise with the household" Ara replied without turning her head.

"Cock rehearsal instead read the novel, strange" said Sean who was confused by the answer Ara had given just now.

"The wife in the novel is cute, Ara wants to be rich too, brother"

Sean was just a mangut-mangut, the man always give and obey all he wanted. Unlike the Gala who had to argue at length first if Ara wanted something.

In the past, Ara likes sprains if not in the same with Gala. But Ara is also now sprained when all in the same brother Sean. kok rich no challenge really, so!

Ara muttered as she stared fixedly at Sean who looked relaxed, unlike Gala who always scowled annoyed when Ara asked this and that from him even though the edges still obey but it did not feel exciting if it did not start with the debate first.

"Hem, no! this is enough" replied Ara, in his arms now there are seven novels that he will buy.

"Yes, we pay ya" asked Sean who could not hold Ara's hand, so he asked Ara to walk first from him to the cashier.

Ara who initially refused finally resigned when Sean insisted on paying for everything he bought, but because of the long queue Arapun relented.

"Where else are you going, boyfriend?" seductive Sean who can now hold Ara's hand. The two walk towards the parking lot where Sean's big motorbike is.

"Go home, Ara sleepy"

Sean rode the iron horse slowly, he wanted to enjoy longer in the hug by Ara during the trip.

"A long feeling yes" said Ara whose eyes were no longer strong enough to withstand drowsiness.

"Then anyway? Dreams are right on the road"

"Hem, no way"

Ara and Sean who had just come home and got off the bike had to turn their heads together when they heard the sound of Deheman from Gala.

"His boyfriend?" gala asked with her hands folded on her chest, her gaze and face so cold as to be ready to prey on the enemy.

"Russia, dong. Why?" reply Ara with a smile expanding on her lips.

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Yuk, married...