I'm the Forgotten One
Intentionally 2.
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Author congratulates COMMEMORATING THE 75th INDEPENDENCE DAY OF THE REPUBLIC OF INDONESIA Year (17 August 1945 – 17 August 2020).
🇲🇨JAYALAH MY BELOVED INDONESIAN, MERDEKA🇲🇨
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“Do you think we are just friends but friendly, so?” add Agatha again.
“Not that, Honey. How to fuck? I was just kidding.” Welson smiled, his hand grabbed Agatha's hand and carried it to her lips. Welson kissed Agatha's hand so Agatha wouldn't frown.
“Don't joke around, Yank! I don't like it,” said Agatha reminded.
“But thank God you're okay.” Further.
“Why, worry not? Keep thinking huh?” tanya Welson again carved a smile.
“Udah spelled out from earlier was still just nanya.” Dengus Agatha was upset.
“Ooo so true, worry?”
Agatha did not answer. He was upset that Welson was so happy to have him.
“It's hard to just answer yes, Yank? Make a girlfriend happy it is not a sin, kok.” Welson.
“Iya worry. Should I repeat it many times? What do you think is that too?” Agatha.
At first glance Agatha saw there was blood on the tip of Welson's lips due to the third world war located on the roof top of their school.
“Your lips are injured? Is it on-obatin?” ask Agatha worried.
“Udah, really. You forgot if you treated it?” Welson smile.
“Box, Yank. You are new here, how can I do you by air?” agatha.
“Your kiss treated him, Yank.” Welson laughing.
Plakk!!! Agatha flapped Welson's firm hand.
“Isn't that perverted again?” agatha.
“I'm khilaf, Yank.” Welson chuckled, but it was all he did on purpose.
“Set by, Yank!”
“Wow! So can I kiss again?” Welson was pleased.
“Not it! You must have been on purpose, right?” Agatha glares.
“Ouch! Your eyes make me clamps, Yank.” Welson is getting excited about teasing Agatha.
“Terden! You wait here for a minute ya.” Agatha diverted the conversation. Agatha quickly stepped inside to retrieve the medicine box and took it out to meet Welson.
“You are here what is in the front gazebo, Yank?” bargain Agatha.
“Or want inside?” continued again.
I think it's there, Yank.” Welson pointed to the gazebo on the left side of the gate.
“Telah. Come!” Agatha pulled Welson's hand.
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Upon arrival at the gazebo, Agatha placed the medicine box down and opened it slowly. Holding a cotton swab that he had dipped in alcohol, he sat down next to Welson.
Slowly Agatha's hand moved to clean up the well-drying traces of blood at the tip of Welson's lips. The hand gestures and the cotton swipe made Welson grimace.
“Sorry! Pain yes, Yank?” agatha asked, stopping her hand for a moment. But Welson seems dreamy.
“I just have to get you, Agatha William.” Inner Welson with a smile full of intent.
“If it doesn't hurt I keep it?” agatha Tukas.
“Gak, Hank. Doesn't hurt at all?”
“If it doesn't hurt why grimace?” ask Agatha.
“Hehe, little.” Welson.
“Diobatin twist grimacing pain. If a kiss is not ignored.” Dengus Agatha.
“That's different, darling. Wrong who has sexy and sweet lips like that.” Welson smile.
Not wanting Welson to go crazy because of Agatha, Agatha now continues to clean the wound on the tip of her boyfriend's lips. Welson again grimaced and spontaneously his hand held Agatha's wrist. From that grip, Welson was able to sense that Agatha's pulse was throbbing so fast. Welson drew his face closer and looked at Agatha's face at close range, looking at her boyfriend's expression. Welson stole the opportunity.
The cup!!! Welson kissed Agatha a second time. Agatha's reflex dropped the cotton she was holding, then wrapped her hand around Welson's neck. Welson, who felt the kiss signals avenged by his girlfriend, now he is more and more passionate mengumbukan Agatha. Kissing is getting hotter. The air blew as if it could not cool the heat of the two of them. Their lips are intertwined and clenched. Agatha's lips taste sweet vitamins, making Welson deepen his kiss.
“You want to kill me with your kiss?” agatha asked, her fingers touching her lips wet and damp because of Welson.
But there was no answer that Welson gave. Welson pulls Agatha back into her arms and starts kissing her again. Again and again they kiss. This time it felt so passionate. Agatha suddenly sat her body in Welson's lap, which caused Welson's object to rebel inside.
“You deliberately teased me?” welson whispered in Agatha's ear in a hoarse voice as her desire had already peaked. That whisper made Agatha shudder. The hot air coming out of Welson's mouth seemed to creep into his soul.
“Ti.no.” said Agatha nervously, her face blushing.
Welson did not comment on Agatha's remarks. He again showered Agatha with his kiss. His left hand clutched Agatha's slender waist, and his right hand guerrillaously pulled Agatha's clothes. Agatha seemed to be lulled by the kiss, so that she did not realize that Welson had now kissed the sensitive area of the twins. Welson is getting anxious. Agatha's moaning excited her, until her reflexes bit Agatha's chest.
“Auuhhhh!” Agatha grimaced in pain, pushed Welson's head from her activities and then snapped it off.
“Sickness, Yank.” Agatha whimpered, then raised her clothes again.
“Sorry, dear. You made me so eager. Look at this!” said Welson, one of his hands pointed to his pants. There's something breeding there. That made Agatha blush.
“Nakal.” That's all Agatha can say.
“Why is your face red? Grogi, huh? Your heart rate sounds like you?” welson's chirps are anxious, which makes Agatha's face more red.
“Iya is right, anyway. Which girl tries who is not groggy if faced with a cute guy in front of her.” Praise Welson for yourself.
“Ishh. Soky saucy! I'm not groggy and you're not cute.” Agatha tried to hide her confusion.
“His face is red if you lie.” Goda Welson's.
“Dih. No!” Agatha.
“One more time, Yank!” pinta Welson, the request made Agatha widen her eyes.
“Still not satisfied? You don't realize you bit me?” Agatha could not believe her boyfriend's request. Because, he's tired if Welson continues to spice it up.
“Please! Just once, Yank!” whine Welson.
“Yes God. Why have a girlfriend bawdy kebangetan anyway?” Agatha.
“Colah!” welson. Without waiting for Agatha's answer, Welson immediately began the action.
I don't know what wind brought Bi Momon to the gazebo by bringing a tray containing a cup of tea and a little snack. Seen from the puff of steam, the tea had just been brewed by Bi Momon. Bi Momon was stunned to see the apparition before his own eyes.
“They're doing it like that? It's weird.” Mumbled.
“Uhuk-uhuk.” Bi Momon pretended to cough, hoping that Agatha and Welson realized his presence there.
“You cough, Yank?” welson asked as he let go of his kiss.
“No. That..” Agatha's words were cut off when Welson put his lips back together.
Because Welson is still unaware of Bi Momon's presence, Bi Momon is now clearing his throat.
“Ekhemm.” Deheman Bi Momon managed to get Welson to give up his kiss.
“You why else, Yank?” ask Welson not understand.
“It's behind you.” Appoint Agatha, then keep Welson's body away from her.
“Eh, Aunt. From when is here, Bi?” welson asked clumsily as he looked back and scratched his nape that did not itch at all.
“A long time ago. Before Non Agatha was born already here really, Den!” bi Momon answered from Welson's question.
“Loh that's not what I asked, Bi. Aunty arrived at this gazebo from when?” ask Welson again.
“Oh it. Just now, Den. Why why?” search Bi Momon.
“Sgratitude.” Inner Welson, then squeezing his chest.
Hearing Bi Momon's words, Agatha's face flushed again.
“His face why is flushed like that, Non?” bi Momon asked Agatha.
“E...no why, Bi.” Shall Agatha be nervous.
“Abis attacked by bees huh?” said Bi Momon.
“Iya, Bi. Male bees. Hihi.” Hardik Welson suddenly. Agatha's hand reflexes pinched Welson's belly.
“Adowww!! Wh why? How to nyubit, Yank?” welson asked, pretending that he knew Agatha was embarrassed by their hot kiss.
“Eh, what are you bringing? Is it not tired of being held mulu, Bi?” welson.
“Oiya. Aunt forgot. This is for Den Welson. Happy executing, yes Den!” hatch Bi Momon and then put the tray on the table.
“Hahaha. Execution. Just some psychopath, Bi.” Welson.
“Don't mess with Non Agatha!”
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