I Park My Love In The Heart of Mr. Satpam

Chapter 50

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Celia felt the warmth of Khai's embrace, she could smell the masculine fragrance she had longed for these few days, it felt so comfortable. Similarly, felt by Khai, the young man with a mature sapodilla skin was inhaling deeply the aroma of vanilla fragrance typical of Celia's hair, just smelling her hair had made Khai drunk kepayang, and, especially the other smells.

Moments lulled by the warm embrace of the lover who made Celia forget the world, finally she regained her senses, Celia unraveled her embrace, rewind her body a step away from Khai, she said, then with anxiety Celia nudged blows on the chest of the field belonging to her man.

"Iiiih Khai evil, ngagetin, fortunately Celia does not have heart disease, why not nervous if already here, Celia thought you have not come," cerocos the girl berparas ayu typical village woman did not want to stop, like a chicken that would lay eggs.

Khai smiled in response to the annoyed actions of his lover, the punches that Celia lay mean nothing to a Khai, his chest muscles that are clay just feel like being in massage, he said, results from regular refresher exercises performed.

"Let's surprise dear," said Khai, he caught Celia's hand still floating her bogem, linking their fingers.

"I miss, don't keep getting angry." Khai pinched with a squash of chubby Celia's cheek with his free left hand.

Celia kembis got a change from Khai, her smooth white cheeks met with red. Every young man this one heart he can never control, he wants to pauseg-jedug ajeban-ajeban, rivals the same bedug iftar. Celia lowered her head shy cat, shy but willing, wanted to be combined again with this handsome gap in front of her.

"Yuk came home, instead of later you have to go to work, at least so that you can rest for a while," Khai gently rubbed Celia's head, at least so that she could rest for a while, getting rid of the hairdo that covered that pretty face as it was blown away by the wind.

"I'm looking for a taxi, yes, I'll follow you from behind" Khai added.

"Why take a taxi?"

"Keep you want the crap to ride the bray? Kasian kamunya dear, tired of long trips, not to mention with your luggage, better take a taxi, safer and more comfortable dear," explained Khai, his eyes circulate, his eyes circulate, sweep around the bus pul area looking for a taxi for Celia.

Celia just nodded, obeying what Khai said even though she actually missed and wanted to be ridden with a motorcycle, but Khai was right, Celia's luggage would make things difficult for herself.

After getting a taxi, Khai helped Crlia stuff into the trunk. After that he talked to the taxi driver to drive Celia to her budhenya address. Khai followed the taxi from behind. He won't let Celia be in any danger.

Celia sat down uneasily, occasionally looking back to see if Khai was still guarding her. The heart of the round-eyed girl warms to see Khai still faithful behind the taxi, celia feels so loved and cared for by Khai. Until it does not feel the journey from the bus pul to the house of budhe Rani is so short. Celia got off the taxi right in front of her budhe house, Khai parked her iron horse to help Celia get her things out of the trunk.

"thank you, if you'll excuse me" the driver and his taxi drove away.

Khai smiled to see the girl of his heart scrape the suitcase and put it on the porch of the house, not staying silent Khai immediately helped him. Strong hands Khai lightly raised the cardboard by-by which in fact quite heavy because it filled the favorite uli budhe Rani.

"Honey, I go straight home, you rest first, there is still time for a short break" Khai said goodbye, he may not be too long there considering the new time shows at 2.30 am local time, he and Celia could be mobbed by residents, if married is very nice, if it is, but if paraded around the complex is auto timid, unfortunately seven derivatives of seven climbs are not round.

"Iya Khai, makasi yes unfortunately I, have been picked up continuously ushered until home."

"Anything for you my little fairy."

"It is possible to get a bundle of incense" Celia laughed, preparing to run into the fence, but Khai first blocked the girl's hand.

"Whatwas? What puffer?" reset Khai.

"What's? No really, a bundle of love .. yes a bundle of love," Celia increasingly wants to laugh at the wry face of Khai.

"Now, if I'm a bundle of frankincense means you're the incense, right a packet," Khai rattled Celia's hair in a daze. They laughed together, Celia seemed to forget about her big problem.

After Khai came home, Celia immediately entered the house, she had a spare key so there was no need to wake her budhe and pakdhenya.

Celia went straight into her room which she had left for a few days, no dust, budhe Rani must have cleaned it. The round-eyed gafis spread its achy body because of the slow sitting on the bus.

Celia sighed, fortunately just now when delivered by Khai budhe also pakdhenya no one woke up. Soon Celia will have to face her pakdhenya budhe, also mbak Devi, better save her energy to return mellow-mellow ria. Celia closed her eyes, trying to sleep for a while, but nil, she could not sleep the various thoughts milling around in her brain, about how she would face her pakdhenya budhe later, he said, about Khai who does not know about the complexity of their relationship, how to convey it to Khai, Celia does not want to see Khai sad. He could not imagine how Khai would react. Celia hugged her bolster, her clasping fingers made abstract carvings.

Thirty minutes passed, Celia could not go to sleep, she woke up to pick up her phone from her bag to contact Khai, asking if she had arrived home, also all of you tell his parents if he has arrived at the house of Budhe Rani.

Celia has not been relieved if Khai has not returned the message, because he knows exactly how dangerous the streets in vulnerable hours like today. Time again difficult, living again in his tired, looking for hard work, the price of basic goods skyrocketed, so many who choose his ninja path in the black valley. There are snapping, begal, also biker gangs that always make the riders, especially motorcycles become ketar-ketir, they do not hesitate to eliminate people's lives, whether how many victims, indiscriminate, indiscriminate, whether it's a man or a woman, young or old. There are always patrols from the authorities, but there is always a gap for them to be able to commit crimes, as if there is no deterrent word.