I'm Your Mother, Son

CHAPTERS 122. SNIFFED

"Mas, why'd the car stop here?"moresette asked as the corner pulled her car over on the side of the road. On the left and right are only trees.

"What do you want?"moresette asked again when she saw Cornel unbuckle his seatbelt.

Cornel still did not have his eyes staring at the face of the beautiful face in front of him. The man's right hand while lowering the backrest of the chair occupied by Moresette.

About fifteen feet from Cornel's car. There were patrol cars crossing the road in the village as well.

Seeing from a distance there is a car Pajero parked on the side of the road, the police immediately turned off the engine of his car. This was done so that the two police officers could find out more about what happened to the car.

Fear, in the car there are young people or young people who are taking drugs or committing criminal acts.

"Mas," said Moresette.

The face was getting closer, but Moresette continued to avoid until her back now touched the seat backrest that had been lowered parallel to the stand.

"Does He want to do it here?"moresette asked because she saw Cornel take off his shirt.

There was no word from that man. Only his actions were the answers to some of the questions Moresette asked.

"Mas, we better do it in rum...."

The woman's mouth was unable to finish her sentence. Because something has silenced him. Those beautiful eyes bought an account of a small, boneless object rummaging through the inside there so wildly.

The burly hand was so skillful to open one by one the buttons of the dress he wore.

Then the owner of the hand immediately perched there. Round eyes can no longer open. both hands of the woman holding the head that perch and pull to the hair strong hair of the owner, because it is not strong to withstand the sting of the very high strength.

Strange murmurs in his body escaped a beautiful voice that sounded melodious in Cornel's ears.

Cornel rose again from his position.he quickly changed his costume now to Tarzan again, who was ready to hang on his tree.

The two cloths that covered the sensitive part slipped out of place.The beautiful eyes now bought me back when I saw the little brother standing so firmly.

"Hold yes dear, the pain is only for a moment." said the man in a slightly hoarse voice.

Her lips were riveted, no longer able to speak. Because the little brother is now preparing to play his role.

"Mas will slow down, hang on."a surprise landed on his woman's forehead.

The sweat on the man's temple slowly trickled down as a form of effort he was running.

He was so deft to do it. because for a long time he did not tolerate his opponent with a bullet in the form of viscous liquid of his. The air conditioner in the car could not neutralize the heat flowing from the body of both.

The car swayed in the movement of Tarzan who tried to get into his tree house.

Geck..

Geck...

Geck...

The sound of a pounding on the glass outside the car window spoils the beautiful moment of both.

The little brother who was only half in had to be pulled back out. Cornel straightened his position, sitting on his wife's lap resting on both knees. His face looks so upset.

Geck...

Gts ..

The window glass was back in the gedor.

Cornel let out a long sigh, forcing him to lower his window glass slightly. He who initially wanted to get angry immediately silenced when he saw the clothes worn by two people who banged on the glass of his car door.

"You if you want to be perverted don't be here. It's a public road! now hurry up and come with us to the office."the police officer asserted.

"I..Yes Sir." Cornel was embarrassed to get caught making love to his wife. Only that word can come out of Cornel's mouth.

The window was closed tightly again. Cornel took two cloths that would cover the second part.

"Dear wear this." Cornel handed over the cloth that covered the sensitive part to his wife and then he helped her to sit down. The man also raised his seat back.

"Mas, who was the one who knocked on the car door?" ask Moresette

"Police."Cornel, who had been wearing the shirt, put on his pants.

"Well!"Moresette.

"get your clothes on, we need to get to the police station."

"Mas, I'm afraid we're going to jail."

"No, we're husband and wife. They won't hold us."

After an hour-long police check-up and construction, Cornel and Moresette were released. Because they can show proof that they are a married couple. That is by showing a photo of the wedding book sent by Lala to Cornel's cellphone.

The next morning, Cornel asked Lala and Marcello about the chronology last night when he found Bastian.

Then Marcello told me everything.

As Marcello and the fly leave the courtyard of Cynthia's house, a black Vios enters the courtyard. It turned out that the one who came was Cynthia's husband with his brother.

The man lowered the window because Marcello was walking towards his car. Sorry who are you looking for?"

"I want to find Cynthia, because Cynthia brought Bastian."

"Cynthia's not home.You just look for her in the Ocean apartment on the tenth floor number 2011 most likely she is there." said the man happily told her apartment address. because he does not agree if Cynthia takes care of Bastian.

"Okay, thanks for the information. Marcello and Lala reentered his car and headed straight for the ocean apartment

A few minutes passed, now the car driven by Marcello entered the basement of the ocean apartment.The man immediately got out of his car and half ran to the lobby door.

After arriving at the tenth floor, he walked in the corridor of the apartment to the door number which listed the number 2011.

Marcello pressed the doorbell of the apartment.

Cynthia, who thought her apartment would not be known by Cornel, opened the door without any suspicious feelings. When the door opened, Cynthia was surprised to see Lala on the doorstep of her apartment room. The woman wanted to close the door to her room again. However, Marcello prevented with his palm.

"Do you want to come here?!!!"

Marcello did not answer, Marcello and Lala immediately pushed the door open wide.he went straight to the room.

"Where are you taking Bastian?"Cynthia tried to block the steps of Marcello who was holding Bastian who was sleeping fast.

"Mbak don't make it difficult for me. Or Mbak will later deal with Kak Cornel and will instead make Mbak increasingly difficult to meet with Bastian." said Marcello who has memorized Cornel's habits.

Hearing that, Cynthia could not do anything. she could actually scream for help.but the threat made Marcello's steps become fixated on the door of his room.

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