
Soraya clucked, but still followed Rudi's words. Draping both his hands coiled around Rudi's neck.
"Don't complain and say that my body is heavy" hardik Soraya just after Rudi got up to stand carrying with him the body of Soraya who was carried behind his back.
Along the way to the elevator door, Soraya could not help but smile. How not, this stiff and spicy-mouthed man can actually be romantic as well. A romance? in Soraya's heart drew his words. Correcting it and defining it not yet fully, the mind.
Rudi clucked, "Don't smile. Press the elevator door. Don't know if your body's really heavy."
"Didn't I say, don't call me heavy! Then how do you know I'm smiling?" soraya asked, looking her head closer at Rudi's face.
Rudi glanced at Soraya's side, until their eyes met, and then looked up with his chin raised on the glass door across the elevator. Soraya followed the direction of Rudi's view, clearly visible reflection of himself from behind the glass so that he could not avoid.
Soraya's expression showed a sullen face and immediately pressed the elevator button. The elevator doors opened and led them to the floor.
"Is it still sick?" Rudi dropped Soraya off in the living room.
"Hmm, it's still painful here." Point it at the part of the leg that has a bruise. "Certainly until tomorrow the marks are not lost, but tomorrow I have a photo shoot" he complained while looking at Rudi.
Rudi got up leaving Soraya who was still rubbing her legs, before long she returned with a towel containing ice cubes in it. "Compress wear this," said Rudi put the compress on Soraya's leg.
"Rudi," call Soraya in doubt. Rudi turned his head and only raised his next eyebrow. "Have you ever done that to your previous girlfriends?"
Rudi was silent not answering. "With a face that tends to be cold flat, I guess I've never?" chirps Soraya knows.
"Yes, I have never been" answered Rudi, making Soraya widen her eyes.
"When I was just guessing, am I among the lucky women who can be close to you?" soraya asked again, so she bit her tongue. Too bold he asked that, his mind...
Soraya rolled her eyeballs, "should it?" his great-grandson. While Rudi returned it by twisting his shoulders.
"What about this?" said Soraya then kissed Rudi's left cheek at a glance, as fast as lightning he sat back to his position. But it seemed that he was annoyed that Rudi's face still looked flat, while Soraya had already suppressed her embarrassment desperately.
"It should be like this," said Rudi moving quickly cupped Soraya's two cheeks, sticking her lips on Soraya's.
With Soraya's eyes wide open, he was completely shocked by the person before him. Something hidden behind his chest suddenly broke down wanting to come out.
As Rudi pulled his head back giving distance, Soraya's body nailed. Saliva feels like it's stuck in the throat. It feels to breathe alone he feels difficulty, what is possible because the supply of air around him is taken over by the person in front of him, his mind.
Seeing Soraya's surprised expression, Rudi chanted, "Don't tell me it's your first kiss?" he said with raised eyebrows.
"I—iya," Soraya's voice choked, it was difficult to speak even if only a word was said.
Rudi shakes. "I feel like I need to tighten you up" he said as he brought his face closer to Soraya.
Sontak Soraya silenced her mouth accompanied by a slit, making Rudi back his face slightly. That faint memory suddenly reappeared, "So it's true?"
"You think?" rudi said, asking back.
Soraya took off Rudi's stare which seemed fixed to observe him. His heart was now beating strangely. Why until now Rudi's attitude was flat, his mind. It was already in the category of extraordinary for Soraya. When compared to the current one, the kiss that used to be felt was quite crazy.
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