Jatang Kak Lift

Part 1's

Irene glanced sharply at the figure of the cold man beside her. Menghidu with in the aroma that emanates from his body. It's the scent that stuck to his body this morning. After last night, he had a strange experience.

"What's wrong? The menu doesn't suit your appetite?" alvaro asked when he saw Irene not touching her breakfast at all.

She's Irene's foster sister. Actually, they live four. But right now his father and mother are on holiday abroad. So there's only him and Alvaro in this house. Of course along with some house servants.

Irene blew her breath rough. "I had breakfast on campus." he said as he rose from his seat.

He was already about to step away when Alvaro's burly fingers blocked his wrists. The handsome but cold-faced man looked up at Irene. "Sit. You're upsetting my morning breakfast mood" he said coldly.

Irene's body was bristling, not because of her brother's words just now. But the touch of Alvaro's hand was reminiscent of a strange incident last night.

"Please sit down and enjoy your breakfast" he said. Half forced Irene to sit back in her place.

Without a word the woman berparas ayu it follows the will of Alvaro. He ate quietly beside Alvaro. Although occasionally his black bead glanced at the burly man with eyes full of search.

"You went to college with me. Your driver took leave last night." Alvaro said flatly.

Irene turned to Alvaro. "Follow?" tanyanya.

The haughty man nodded. "Hmmm." he said, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

Hearing Alvaro's words just now maybe Irene would be happy, if she didn't experience anything strange last night. Silently, he admired his adoptive brother.

"Fastly get ready." he said again, then moved from his seat stepped towards his room on the second floor. The room was next to Irene's.

Irene took a deep breath. His chest felt tightened by his own thoughts. He really could go crazy because of this.

Last night in the middle of half of his consciousness he found his body being overpowered by Alvaro. The man ferociously melted to death every inch of his red lips. Even with his sturdy fingers brave mere mas two of his wigs. But Irene was unable to fully realize. He wanted to assume it was just a sleeping flower because he often silently imagined at Alvaro's touch. But why when you wake up in the morning, Alvaro's body scent is attached to the body and his pillow.

"What are you doing. You want me to be late for the office." said Alvaro.

Irene was shocked, half-running she walked up the stairs to her room to pick up her bag and college needs.

In a car traveling at moderate speed. Alvaro is still Irene's concern. His clear eyeballs watched Alvaro's every move.

Even he was wondering if it was really his burly fingers that touched him last night. The finger that is currently busy pressing the keyboard button on the laptop with shrewd.

Then silent his attention turned to the thin lips that never carved that smile. Irene's heart skipped a beat as her vision was locked in. Irene's hair bristled, as she recalled the touch of her wet lips on the niche of her neck. The sensation of touch was like an electric shock that spurred his blood flow.

Suddenly Alvaro lifted his face, then looked back at Irene. "Is there something strange on my face?" ask in a low and deep voice.

Irene was surprised not to be upset, then she quickly shook her head. Because his lips are mute, his voice stuck in the throat.

But Alvaro has not taken his eyes off. His gaze locked onto Irene.

"Irene." call her slow.

"I-yes, brother."

"Did something happen to you?" inquiringly. The look in her sharp eyes demanded Irene to speak honestly.

Irene smiled as she shook her head slowly. "Nothing happened, why did you ask that?" Irene asked back. His heart seemed to be jumping out.

"You watched me from earlier. Did I make a mistake? If so, tell me what it is."

Irene swallowed her rough saliva. "No brother." he said with a pale face.

"Then. Stop looking at me. You made my concentration break" he said with a sharp eye.

Irene quickly nodded with a nervous feeling. Is correct. Why should he keep thinking that Alvaro's touch last night was real. He can call ten women overnight if he wants. Impossible.

Irene got out of Alvaro's car without saying goodbye. The twenty-year-old girl was too embarrassed to look at the face of her foster brother.

Mama papa Alvaro came to her house and adopted Irene. Irene was forced to live in her budding house at the time, after both her parents had an accident ten years ago. As a result of the accident Irene was forced to bear the title of an orphan.

When they came to her house, Alvaro's parents said that they wanted a daughter but Alvaro's mother could not get pregnant again. To adopt a little girl, she couldn't take care of her. I don't know for what reason, Bude immediately agreed. Irene had no other choice. Bude lives with a pasan economy. He feels a burden to bude if he stays with her.

Her own mother has two children. Both are men and Alvaro is the second child and their first child has lived abroad for a long time.

Irene stirred the meatballs that were no longer there while daydreaming.

"Irens. Lo sick?" ask Hilda, her roommate.

Irene looked over, then shook her head. "No, why?"

Hilda touched Irene's face with her fingertips. "Mukalo pucket."

Irene frowning. "Cooking." but from morning his body felt weak.

This morning his eyes could not even be opened even though the alarm on his phone had rang twice.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just lemes. Uh but, Hil. You never dream of feeling real. Dreams of touching someone. But the touch felt real even when you wake up the scent of his body still feels sticky on your body." asked Irene in a soft voice.

Hilda looked at Irene dumbly. "Lo dream is that?" the girl with glasses asked back.

"Not, but barely.." he said.

"What! Who's she?!"

"What hell! Answer it."

"Ever." said Hida.

"But that dream." he added while grinning.

"Asem lo Hil."

"Haha. Alah kayak you never dream that's it." Cibir Hilda.

Indeed not. Never at all. All this time he never wanted to have a relationship with any man. How could he dream like that. But with Alvaro he had little admiration for the beauty of his body. What's more when the man bows while swimming. But never fantasize too far.

"Hey, so really never?!"

Irene shook her head weakly. That is the truth.

"Oh my goodness, Iren! Do you know how old you are now?"

"Why my age? You just go to ganjenan." said Iren.

"Normalize. After that, we already understand ***, right?"

"Some, I'm actually a baller."

Hilda frowned looking at Iren. "Pulp. The look of a handsome guy is indeed your heart not moved?"

"Yes moved, but did not lead to. Crazy lo.."

"Haaha I don't think so. If so you are still fairly normal." said Hilda.

Iren hit Hida's shoulder. "Asem lo." he said.

Hilda was devastated, she saluted Iren who was at home with her singles status even though she wanted to hang out with him.

Seriate