Husband Setting

We Don't Need That

Desy and Rendi who had just packed the front room were moved to see the child and his mantle seemed to get along in the kitchen.

"When Mama has forbidden it, Pa ..," said Desy whispered without taking her eyes off her two children.

"Let's just, Ma .. Let them learn to be married." Rendi inevitably smiled, she was very happy to see the cohesiveness of the child and his ex.

"We leave them, Ma .. better not be disturbed." Rendi rubbed Desy's shoulder and led her into the room.

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"Udah?" Darren had finished mopping the wet floor, and was storing back the mop equipment outside the bathroom near the kitchen. The man's eyes couldn't bear to see Jen's appearance.

Jen who wiped her hands with a washcloth hanging on the plate shelf turned to look towards Darren.

Jen nodded, "Can I borrow Dinka's shirt?" Jen thinks telling Dinka is definitely not okay, but if Darren lends it, it's okay.

"Aren't you bringing a change of clothes?" Darren feels sorry, maybe so heard the news of his grandmother's death, Jen just came here soon, without thinking about staying over.

"I don't think .. will stay, actually." Jen bites her lips, afraid that her words offend Darren. "I mean, I'm in a hurry and I think that we're going back to Papa's house again."

Darren laughed, making the fearful Jen frown. "I understand, why so scared?"

"Just be nice, afraid you're offended."

Darren approaches, intending to embrace Jen, but she uncovers. Afraid Jen refuses, so she keeps her distance. "When have you thought about my feelings? Did you change a lot today? Did you take the wrong medication?"

Jen frowned and then clucked. "You should've given me awards because I was really trying to get my mama or your mama not to know—em."

Jen never finished saying because Darren's palm had locked Jen's lips. "So your mouth!" Darren stretched his head towards the kitchen door. Afraid if anyone hears because this isn't Jen's house whose walls can keep a secret.

Jen thrashed and muttered indistinctly, then Darren let go after Jen hit her hand.

"What the hell? Why are you so hard to smother me? Are you trying to make me lose my breath?" It looks like Darren pressed the 'annoy' button on Jen's body so that this woman again acted annoyingly.

"You're talking out loud, anyway!" Darren shrank the volume of his voice but his eyes darted almost loose.

"Speak what? I usually talk like this!" annoyed Jen while returning Darren's gaze.

"But it's not like in your house, who can talk at will without fear of anyone hearing! Never mind, so don't I lend you Dinka's clothes?" Darren spoke quickly to end the good things that are almost back in chaos.

"Be ... when I sleep in wet clothes like this!" reply Jen little solot.

"Yes, go to the room! Let me go to Dinka's room first."

Jen immediately steps into Darren's room, while Darren ensures home security. But seeing that the headlights had gone out, he turned around and caught up with Jen who was still visible at the end of the stairs.

Jen sighed in annoyance as she looked at her wet clothes in the mirror attached to the closet door. Jen's clothes printed clearly the inside of her body. He believes it is also wet. Oh, my God, how is this?

"Do I call Ranu, yes .. let me send you a change of clothes." Other than Ranu, who else could he ask for help. Yes, yes, his brother. Jen rushed to pick up her phone, her fingers pinched her shirt right between her chest and stomach so as not to feel sticky touching her skin.

Darren's lazy sofa is where he throws his tired body. He pressed Ranu's number and stuck his phone to his ear. But unfortunately, until the 'tut' tone ends, there is no other answer from across. "Ranu has booby times yes," he murmured.

Jen threw her phone to the side. He got up and immediately headed for Darren's closet, his body really can't stand the blisters that touch his skin. Jen immediately took off her shirt, after picking up Darren's shirt. Quickly he wears a Darren shirt, afraid that Darren will suddenly come in.

One more thing that makes the unfortunate increase, all the clothes can not be saved from the wet. Jen packed her entire shirt in an empty blue basket near the closet. Then quickly rolled his body inside the blanket that was still folded neatly. Although it is not thick, ten minutes in the blanket, it will definitely overheat.

Jen was silent, counting a very long time for her. "The old darren is so, anyway?" his grunts slightly loosened his blanket. He looked down, his shirt black. Jesus, Jen patted her on the forehead.

Jen's eye beads watched the door and the closet alternately. His ears stood straight, eavesdropping on sounds. "Replace it again, still no time, anyway?" he mumbled his luck. He jumped quickly from Darren's bed. If Darren had known of his sighting, he would have been very embarrassed. This Darren T-shirt ... Jen bit her lip imagining that her feet were completely clean from a piece of cloth.

Jen intends to lock the door, but ....

Crews!

"Din—"

Holy hooch!

Darren widened his eyes looking at Jen half-plain. His eyes were originally lazy, moving diligently to see Jen's blinding legs. The joyous froths gathered into a very wide smile behind Darren's chest. Some are moving up, but not a plane take off.

Jen freezes when her eyes hit Darren who opens her mouth. His hand reflexively pulled down the tip of the t-shirt which he forced to reach mid-thigh. But it makes the back rise. Jen was a brat, she immediately turned her hand to the end of the back of the shirt. Jen's face was hot instantly, looking at Darren who seemed to be blushing and unwilling to turn away.

His brain? Oh my God .. must be thinking everywhere, tuh!

Jen lowered her body by bending both knees. He nodded, I don't know what it meant. That response was the first time Jen's body was sticking out.

"Why ...?" Jen blinked, her face turned away from Darren's face. Why do you see me that way?

"You ... a long time ago?" lisan Jen says. Want to feel like prying the unblinking eyeball and put it on the kitchen window sill like a tap filter earlier. Jen's hand was busy lowering her shirt over her thigh.

Darren lowered his salivary to the neck, extinguishing the flame that flashed up and making his body sultry. He slowly adjusted his breath. Diverting his eyes from the legs that are able to break apart his masculinity instincts.

Relax Darren, relax!

"Why don't you worry about the fan, let's not get this hot?" Darren moved his remaining leg in the doorway into the room. Lousy. The tail of his eyes is still occasionally busy stealing a glance at the feet of Jen who was the first he saw in a state of together and can really touch.

Jen backed off with her knees still bent, her tail glancing at the blanket. The only savior of his face. His head turned around looking for ideas.

"Ren, what is it?" her screams were swift as she pointed under Darren's feet.

Darren's heart became unwilling and suddenly disappointed his beauty was lost, but he soon expanded himself and relieved the tightness in his lower body.

'He' is so naughty, anyway?

His steps felt strange, then turned on the fan and lingered a little in front of him. Drive away the 'life' that won't meet the terminal. At least only for now, if this continues, there will be no guarantees. Like waiting for transport, Jen is a busway that will take her to nirvana. Just rain, Jen is a rain of stars falling right on her lap. So, what's wrong?

The room is silent, only the roar of the fan rotation that fills the air vacuum.

"Dinka's sleeping like that." Darren's voice broke the silence. "Want me to lend you my mom's shirt?" asked Darren while turning to face Jen who was still invisible form. Just a small gesture behind the blanket that he saw.

"I'll just wear this one of your clothes ..," Jen replied.

"Take your head out, Jen .. You can be out of breath!" Darren pulled the blanket slightly until Jen's face was condensed and red. Her hair is messed up.

"Anu .. I, change the shirt that's not black, okay? It's so hot," she lamented almost inaudibly.

Darren laughed, "Take aja." Darren's still flinching.

Jen moistened her dry lips, then passed them to a throat that was no less arid. "Ambilin ...," he said, sliding his blanket closer. It was as if Darren's eyes were able to pierce through that layer of blankets.

Darren took his breath away, very noisy, he thought as he shook his head, but he immediately headed for the closet and took the white shirt at the top, then handed it to Jen who just stretched out his hand.

"Are you thirsty?" Seeing Jen's dry lips and sweat seen through her hair, Darren intends to get some water while Jen changes clothes.

Jen thought for a moment, then nodded. However ....

"Reverse body! Don't you dare peek!"

"I—"

"Reverse I said!" jen's jolt grabbed Darren's speech. Those beautiful eyes were full of warning.

Darren inevitably complied and turned his back to Jen.

"Don't look or you'll be a whore for life!"

Darren turned his head, looking for a corner to talk to Jen. "I—"

Jen, who still did not trust Dareen, shouted louder. "Don't look, or I'll make you look straight no more!" Those eyes were back glancing, more fierce.

Darren simply threw out a breath in response. The contents of his head almost fell out so often shook his head because of Jen's behavior. His eyes are now straight forward. She didn't want Jen to really pry her eyes out.

"Stin' to peek!" yell again.

"Don't say much, change your clothes!" Darren was eager to splash his neck with cement dough to be upright. Since then his neck muscles just want to look at it.

"Look, please enjoy the world!" jen said as the sound of her movement came out of the blanket.

Darren clucked, so thick with the woman's lips.

"Take a look at the recipe!"

Darren ignored Jen's words he just moved his eyeballs to the corners he could reach. However, Darren almost fainted, it felt like blood was pouring from his nose. His neck bone moved up and down as his eyes fell on the reflection in the mirror.

Her eyelids blinked, her eyeballs ran around and fell on the blue basket containing Jen's clothes. Jen's entire outfit looks there.

He deserves to be so misbehaved. Not wearing anything apparently.

Darren's breathing ran in his nose. His hand then took a stance in front of his body, but his eyes were fixed down the shadow without pause. Like at the pump, Darren's blood flow rose and boiled. If there is no halal word among them, Darren has run away in the fog, but this is ....

Strengthen my faith, Lord! Strengthen it!

Darren's legs are weakened and paralyzed. Though never seen but it's just a replica not a real visual. Darren's palm squeezed the back of the other hand as his eyes were glued to something round and solid looking. Darren's eyebrows without excuse raised and bathed mischievously.

Wow ... just like the owner! Challenging!

Squeezing it even stronger as his sanity dissipated. He cursed his neck, which was powerless not to look.

"Jen ...," Darren flipped his body with a still conflicted feeling.

Jen had just put her head in the shirt and her arms were still raised up, gasping at the zombie-like Darren. The eyes were misty red, the lips were losing color, and the face was red.

Jen's eyes seem to jump from the place, he immediately pulled down his shirt, even he could not speak because he was nervous. Especially when Darren's movements like forgetting how to walk it approached him.

"We don't need that shirt!"

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