Gara Gara CO From you

17. Reconciliation of Bed Politics

I opened the closet too. But a pack of ****** that I'm looking for I didn't see either.

"Where's the rape next door, anyway?"

"That's a loh, yank. In the bottom drawer." she replied, as she took off her innermost pants.

Ups ... finally the magic thing I found also Loh, how come there are two packs? Didn't he just show you a pack?

Ah, that's .. Now I don't want to fight with him anymore. I was tired of fighting over power with him.

"Ros ...! Please help donk!" I asked him, like a little boy who asked to blow his balloon.

"Ih, my dear .. when every condom is cooked .. always me. Put it on yourself, can you?"

"Yes, don't wear it!" I really hope I don't wear it anymore.

"Don't, don't ... ! Here I am the masang .. !" stop Rosa and ask me to go to her. I saw that she was so patient and full of motherhood. Not as savage as before.

I gave her an. Then he put it so easily.

"Honey .. "he said slowly calling me.

"Relc .."

"Baby, Gio .. '

I looked at him.

"So my slap was too loud. huh? Sorry, yes Mas Gioku ...!"

" ... " I nodded and smiled at him.

It is peaceful and beautiful if life is always like this .

It feels good to live forgiving each other and without hatred.

"Darling ..' called Rosa again in a spoiled voice, then her head was spilled into my chest.

"Yes ...Ros!" I said in peace as my fingers stroked her hair.

"Emm .. My jealousy is the sign of the love of Mas Gio!"

"Che ..eh"

"I'm the same Fitria prettier who, mas?"

"Beauty you!"

"That's very sorry, yeah. I am so sorry ...I can't wait to see your tears ..."

His words made me ring out with his loud slap, "plaak!". Unconsciously my hands rubbed my right cheek, and without feeling my eyes glazed back.

So too with Rosa. Her tears slumped into my chest. It seemed, he recalled the heartbreaking incident earlier.

" Aduh ... It hurt so much, baby? Sorry .. maaf .. yes ...!"

He immediately raised his face, then hugged me with deep regret.

Then he looked at me with a happy smile, and his eyelids were still covered with tears.

Then he kissed my forehead. A kiss reminiscent of her surprise gift she once gave me.

A moment later he drowned the rest of his heartache, regret, and happiness through the endless kiss of lips.

Surprisingly, his tears were increasingly rushing down his cheeks

Like the tears of a father who longs for months on his daughter, despite having met and joked, but the tears of the father still flowed endlessly.

I see Rosa has prepared her ascent to the top of the mountain raung which is famous for its steep path.

Her fingers led my ancient longing for her mother's primeval longing to enjoy the forbidden fruit together.

Then .. as before, he slowly and gently, choosing a position above me that runs ahead of me to the top of the Raung.

"Mas ..help me .." he said, closing his eyes.

Looks like his shoulder hair often he withstands with his fingers so as not to always fall over cover his beautiful face.

For some reason, this contest is so delicious peerless. Is this our most beautiful gift after suffering for suffering?

Rosa continued to walk quickly but gently up the top of Raung, but my mind was still walking alone tracing the oddities of her pleasure sensation.

But my way of thinking like that was lost, when Rosa gave the code that she was almost at the top of Raung.

"Mas ... Mas Gio ..." Rosa called me for no apparent reason. Maybe it's a natural code

I felt the suffering and exhaustion of the mind during the great conflict with him earlier, coming unnoticed into the powerful gravity of his blac hole.

Really ... When on top of this contest, the suffering of my life feels so good. The wisdom of people who deliberately berlasar ria, then, when finding a delicious food dish, he just tasted it a little.

Surprisingly, the more Rosa spurred herself on, her tears remained muted, and mixed with her sweat that fell onto my chest.

My deep affection made me just position myself as Julius Caesar, to bring the Queen Cleopatra to the top of her enjoyment.

"Mas Gio's ... Mas .." he called me over and over again

"Mass ...! Together, we ..!"

"Mas Gio ... !!!"

He called my name one last time.

Maybe Rosa has reached the highest peak of Mount Rauang. Looking at his smile of independence, it seemed , he had already climaxed.

"It's me, Mas ...! Gio, too, right?" he concluded with a wide smile line on his lips.

"Oh my goodness .. loh .. loh ... The condom you don't use, huh?"

"Hehe ... Yes, I let go." I replied grinning.

"Continue ... You came out inside?"

"Yes ..."

"What if I get pregnant?"

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On Saturday afternoon, after performing the Ashar prayer, I unraveled the eternal thoughts by leaning on my living room chair. A cup of hot coffee made by Mrs Kos I poured it into a limp before sipping it.

The Sampoerna Mild cigarette next to the coffee cup I took one stick and then the kulut, then I sucked deeply. The smoke came round from my lips, resembling the letter O. It feels like there is a special pleasure when enjoying a cigarette in this way, as well as representing my heart which is again zonk.

While in front of me, Candra was sitting back and reading the recently purchased Neitzsche Moral Genealogy. Candra is a student majoring in informatics who has been interested in philosophy since I knew her. It's semester 5. He just moved to my boarding house because it took my mind.

I was reluctant to open a conversation with him. I let my mind drift by itself following the round puff of cigarette smoke in the living room, until it was blown by the afternoon breeze and vanished somewhere.

Hemm ... long ago I left the obligatory prayer, just now I prayed ashar solemnly after a long time I left. It feels like there is a new comfort in spraining the tightness of the chest cavity, even if it is only for a moment.

In addition, I also rarely communicate intensely with friends of campus activists, to just discuss lightly or hang out in coffee shops. It's not like before, now my time is more drifting into a pack relationship ******* with Rosa.

Without notice, a pack of ****** from Rosa has misled my way of life in the dense wilderness and without a compass. A pack of ****** from Rosa has brought her curse of nature so that the problems I face are so strange and increasingly keep me from the luck of life.

The research proposals and activities of my agency that I sent to the donors were never a response. It is said that the issue he carried has turned to other issues, and Indonesia is not a destination country that is prioritized to get donations.

As a result, my agency that hangs on foreign donors became malnourished. Friends of activists who took shelter in my institution also became timburat looking for the safety of their lives.

While the land fighters I accompanied around the disputed land, now fighting for influence. The characters are at odds with each other. They split into two camps. Each of the camps is fighting for the most right and the most right. I don't know what they want. I have warned repeatedly, but still flinch with each other's ego.

Even if they are like that, the struggle will be easily destroyed by the company. Moreover, the plantation company is currently organizing a counter force to worsen the opinion of the land struggle in Jember.

“So how do we face Pak Saro's stone who claims to be the truest, Mas Gio?” mr. Parman said at the time.

“Yes must unite, Mr. Parman! Each camp don't be win-win, sir!”

“We've done, Mas Gio. But her suspicion of us is huge, Mom! We hope Mas Gio intervenes. The solution is in your hands, Mas!”

“What about the Director of the Plantation, sir?”

“Ya ... The, Mas! Looks like this reclaiming plan will fail if there is no Mas Gio. Come on ..., Mas Gio when can I get down here?”

Not only inflicted with the problems of the struggle of the land, the hope of my father and mother in the village also increasingly suffocating my mind space. They urged me to graduate quickly. The reason is, my friends in my hometown who are college have graduated, and they have many households. My parents didn't know that my current status at the College was DO. And I'm in the middle of looking for a private college that can graduate me without regular college.

Plaak .. The hard slap of Rosa's hand still ringing tucked in the pile of my troubles. Even though the pain in the cheek had disappeared, it remained in my memory room. Though our quarrel has been resolved with happy ending on the bed ...?

It seems like our love relationship has turned into a love relationship that oppresses each other and strengthens each other. A relationship of two people that hurts each other; jealousy is reciprocated by higher jealousy, heartache is countered by the most painful heartache, and so on.

It seems, Rosa is not satisfied if I do not become a submissive and have been revealed. Then not only enough slapped, to 2 pieces of my ATM was also held hostage. The reason is so that I can submit and obey him.

Hufft ... I don't know .. where will this kind of relationship take you?

If I break up with him, as I did .. he threatens suicide. But if I do not leave, I am like a prey trapped in a spider web, just waiting for my death.