I Love You Uncle

CHAPTER 50

Don't forget the support.

And also please be reminded if there is a typo or sentence that is confusing.

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Not lost his surprise when Anggi wanted to try swimsuits, now Jo saw a pack of ****** in the cardboard package. His mind went off somewhere.

"Bang Jo, what are you thinking? take a shower and change your clothes, you can catch a cold." Anggi reminded when he realized that Jo was fixated with the.

Jo's eyes immediately widened when he turned towards Anggi who was only wearing a towel winding. Pasyudhara, white and smooth thighs, It was one of the quite rare sights for Jo. As a normal man, the sexiness displayed Anggi, making his jakun up and down. Especially when Anggi bent down to take something from the cardboard, making Asraf's eyes able to see his hips are plain wrapped in a white triangle .

"Ke ... to .. why are you dressed like that." Jo immediately became stammered.

"Why, my clothes are all wet, I don't have any other clothes of choice. Do I wear the interior?"

"It makes no difference whether you dress or not" said Jo turned his face to another place, he was not able to linger looking at the dandy body Anggi.

"Why are you so scared, seeing me. Take a quick shower!" pinta Anggi smiled faintly.

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MIRA POV

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The rain started to fall today, hopefully my special plan for Anggi does not fail, and hopefully they can be alone, and do what must be done to strengthen their hearts. That's all I can do to help him get that man of his dreams. I'm sure, now they must be Pak-Pak. 

It had been almost 20 minutes I was standing at the stop waiting for the rain to subside after getting off the bus, which was not far from the residential complex where I was living.  However, the rain did not stop, I decided to break through the rain, running towards the house. Wet all my clothes. When passing through the security guard, with both hands cover the translucent pasyudhara so as not to be seen.

About a hundred meters away from home. I hesitated to continue my steps, under the rain I stood up and raised my head up. With my eyes closed, I let the raindrops sweep across my face.

I'm really confused right now. Heart ached after knowing something about Uncle. However, on the one hand this heart feels more pain to follow the desire to stay away from it.

There's nothing I can blame for this. All have the right and decision to determine the direction of the journey of love every human being, regardless of how it is.

Ah…. Sick, upset, confused. It was complete already that I experienced today under the increasingly heavy rain. My feet are heavy to walk.

God fucking. Should I give up on them? Should I be quiet for them? Or I should stay like yesterday, no matter who the opponent is and who the comrade is, should I lung for this obsession.

The coldness in my body from standing for too long in the rain, made me realize. I walked towards the house, shouting in my heart. Mother, I will fight before listening to the explanation from uncle's own mouth.

I went straight to Uncle's house, wanting to see what he would do if he saw my condition like this, whether he would be worried or not. When I opened the door, Uncle was already standing right in front of me, I didn't know why he could stand right in front of me when the door opened.  I turned my face away when our eyes clashed, even though these eyes really wanted to see his face.

"Wait here!" uncle said, he left and then came back with a towel and started to dry my body.

This incident reminds me of a few months ago, when I came home early from college. After finishing the bath, I forgot to bring a towel, I was forced to come out with wet hair and also used clothes. 

When Uncle saw like that, he told me to wait in the kitchen, so that all the floors would not get wet. He also dried my wet hair. I thought Uncle would take the initiative to scour my body, but that didn't happen.

Today I won't speak ill of Uncle, but I really hope, he will force me to give up my common sense to him, if that happens, I won't waste that chance.

I may be crazy about this obsession. It is up to him, from childhood until now, who has always filled the void of affection in my life, who has been patient with my mischief, he was trying so hard that I could smile and laugh every day.

God, am I wrong to ignore the adab and the norms that exist to get it. If it's wrong, why should I be given the heart to feel? Why not just turn off this feeling? Or why he was presented in the slump of affection that I had been experiencing.

I violate all existing norms and norms just to live peacefully and happily, not for a little belly or matter.

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