Horizons

Episode 31

"Here try lo who is holding" asked Kendra to tell me to come closer.

I'm doing exactly the same as what the army exemplifies. I feed\, I elus-elus\, I hold the rope. At first I was a little scared. But thanks to the direction and guidance of the prospective priest *eh*\, I became brave.

As soon as I try to take the road, the feather mager. I want to keep snacking on grass. Really a girl for sure. If the same is handsome aja nurut, the same turn I dicuekin. Basic, imaging stok.

I forced the feather to become a mager. To the extent that I sprained myself.

"Tau ah's. I don't want to be the same."

"Well, if the horse doesn't want to be the same. Don't forced. We'll find another one"

This is really a horse. Is that the sultan's horse? Look out I swear I've been single all my life.

"Gue wants a stallion" my orders are firm.

"She's looking for a man?"

"Retake the stallion. More powerful. Especially if the color is an item." My answer makes his mind drift everywhere, right?

"Tuh horse item tuh" eagle eyes really the father. Directly meet the horse 'real' color item.

"Eh, can you ride a horse?"

"Yes can do it"

"If it goes up both, right?"

"No. Ntar if the horse suddenly nukik, guenya fell, how about a brain crow? Do you want responsibility?"

"No dramatizing, Sa"

"And I'm just blogging, not dramatizing"

"Yes already. It's up to the doctor"

Yes. The horses are both the same as the handsome.

Playing the horses turned out to be good too. Especially if one horse is for both. I'm in the front, Kendra's in the back. Kendra's two burly arms encircle my body while controlling the bridle, setting the course of this animal. My back is rubbing against the chest of his hard and comfortable field. Duh, want to make the chest is a life support if this is the case.

"Horses ride down and down gini yes it turns out" said I.

"If you want to ride the train smoothly"

"I went up and down mulu. Long time jago nih I horses while up and down. It's been split with the father, isn't it sir?"

"Yayin let me spit it out"

I'm looking for Kendra's reaction. "Iiih. cuddle again iih" my toel-toel cheeks and chin make the man a little keel.

"Sa. don't gini dong.. Ouch.. His horse is so good" Trying to avoid the messiness of my fingers, Kendra lost her control of the horse we rode. Sometimes the harness is pulled to the left, sometimes to the right. Finally, Kendra hinted at the stallion to run. I screamed in shock at the sudden movement of the four-legged animal. But the sexy's burly and muscular arms responsibly locked my body to keep it from falling. My hair is playing with the wind. My back is completely stuck to Kendra's chest. All I could hear was the sound of the horse's feet, the flapping of the wings of the birds that were scattering as this stallion split the streets, and my own heartbeat.

Believe me, every woman is born with the nature to want to be protected. How independent and independent they are, there is one side where they need one person who can be where they lean. At times like this, when I cannot protect myself, with my arms firmly attached to Kendra's stock, I entrust myself fully into her arms. I feel small, I feel weak, and I feel like I need him. I need Kendra to be where I lean. I need Kendra to be a support when I'm weak. I need Kendra to complete a part of me.  Every woman is just a piece of rib that needs a backbone to lean on. And that backbone, I hope is Kendra.