Jatang Kak Lift

Part 7's

The dark room was quiet and cold. The sigh of wind sweeping the leaves sounded faintly outside the window. Alvaro accidentally opened the window of his room wide. Allowing the night breeze in and out of his luxurious room at will.

The cold-faced man was sitting on a long sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand. With a charming pose. His dark eyes stared ahead through the dark night. Any woman who sees it like this, will definitely fantasize.

An irritated Decak repeatedly sounded out from his thin lips. Then he roughly sipped the wine in the mini glass was not left, after which he again filled the tiny glass to the brim. Some even run over the table.

At this moment in his head was echoing the sound of a strange voice. They try to instigate Alvaro, misleading Alvaro's near-miss consciousness.

There is an unusual turmoil that comes crashing like a wave on the beach. The stronger Alvaro fought, the stronger the turmoil rolled up Alvaro's consciousness.

The unusual feeling came when his heart missed the figure of Irene. The figure who called him with the call of brother. Which made the corner of his heart ache when he heard it. Not unwilling to express Miss, but he was afraid of the nature of the building of his master out. And hurt Iren. That was enough of what he did at the time.

Alvaro growled slowly. Again he sipped the tiny glass until the contents of the toilet were not left. He was already very drunk, but still did not want to stop.

The man poured out the contents of the brown bottle, but only small drops came out.

He chuckled slowly, then got up. With a staggered body he opened the closet in the corner of the room. He took two bottles of wine with his two hands. Then back to the couch.

"You see, I even forgot how many codes it was" he murmured at the wine bottle that was strewn across the table. He spoke alone, pointing his finger at the door. Then back to chuckling.

With a weak movement, his head looked up at the wall clock in the corner of his room. It's three o'clock in the morning. He smiled smirk, laughing at himself. Who fought half to death, so as not to crawl into his adoptive sister's bed.

The next morning in Iren's room. The girl was already prepared, then rushed to the dining room. Until there the table is still empty. Usually at this hour Alvaro has been sitting waiting for him while sipping tea in his cup.

"It seems like you're not awake yet. Non." said the aunt who was arranging the dish.

Iren frowned deeply. The net is staring upstairs. Go to Alvaro's room. "Again?" muttered. Because this isn't the first time Alvaro has been this late.

Iren rode upstairs to Alvaro's room. A little hesitant he knocked on Alvaro's room door. "Sister." call him a little tight.

Sounded like steps approaching. "You go first." Arvaro's weak voice came from inside.

"Open door. I waited outside." said Iren.

Alvaro could be heard pressing a combination of numbers on the door. But ...

"Sister." call Iren again. Because the door is not open.

There is no truth from within. But it looks like Alvaro again pressed the combination of numbers on the door. But no door won't open. Iren was still waiting quietly while listening to Alvaro repeatedly enter the number of combinations on his door.

Then a few moments quiet. Then again the sound of the door button on the press and...

Click..!

Alvaro's figure poked out from behind the door. Still in his nightgown Alvaro leaned against the door. Show off his field chest from behind a slightly exposed robe. "I've asked you to go first. Why are you still standing here." he said in a hoarse voice. The smell of alcohol instantly gushed from his mouth. Iren clasped his mouth, his nether staring at Alvaro with a sharp glare. From the looks of it, he just woke up.

"How long have you been opening the door." asked Iren suspiciously. Alvaro turned his face away from Iren's gaze.

"Go away." pinta Alvaro. Without looking at Iren who had been staring at him closely.

Iren's not hounding. He pushed the door to Alvaro's room open completely and went inside.

The steps stopped in the middle of Alvaro's room. This was the first time he had entered this room, this room was extremely spacious. It was twice his room.

"You. It's so bad you came into my room!" snapped Alvaro after realizing that Iren was delicately waltzing in.

Iren didn't say. He rolled up his shirt to the elbow, then started picking up bottles of wine scattered on the table. While Alvaro stood stiffly watching Iren's movements. "I'll make you a drunken drink." He said, then stepped out of the room carrying a bottle of wine that had not been filled.

Alvaro blew his breath rough. Her net was staring at Iren's back which was moving away. Then go to the bathroom.

Alvaro poured his body with cold water pouring from the shower that was above his head. When he woke up his head felt throbbing pain, this time he really crossed the limit of his drinking tolerance. It's okay, than he woke up early on Irene's stiff body. It's better for him. Thinking that Alvaro's fingers clenched tightly.

"Here drink." Iren placed the stone glass filled with warm water as well as two grains of drunk relief pills on the dining table. Without a word Alvaro took the pill and then took both at once.

Iren shifted the chair next to Alvaro, then sat there. Take a piece of bread and then smear it with jam and then eat it calmly. There were a lot of questions raging in Iren's head. But he won't ask, because it's useless he won't hear the answer from Alvaro.

"You're late" Alvaro said, staring at Iren. The woman was chewing bread with her mouth full. Even besides him to stick to the corner of his lips.

"Hmmm." said Iren indifferently.

Alvaro sighed heavily. Pulling the tissue from its place and thrusting it into Iren. "Lap your lips." he said.

Iren turned his head, his mouth still full of bread. Then he grabbed a tissue from Alvaro's hand. He carefully wiped the corners of his lips.******* was heard back from Alvaro's mouth.

'How could she look beautiful with her mouth full so.' Alvaro grumbled inwardly. He quickly turned around before his heart exploded.

"You won't come home to pick me up." Iren told me.

Alvaro immediately turned to look at him. "Why?" ask with low intonation.

"My friend is sick, so the plan is to go home from college I want to join the hospital's visit" explained Iren.

Alvaro seemed to think for a moment. "The abbis went straight home" he said.

"Yes my brother." said Iren. Her net took a quick glance at her foster brother. His chest was finely rustled, with a white shirt that was only half-butted. Alvaro was able to make Iren's heart almost explode.

Whether since when, Iren's chest always rippled when he saw Alvaro's sensual side. He would even instantly imagine the ferocity of Alvaro above his body.

Iren suddenly thought of something. Makes his face turn pale. Suddenly it occurred to him, the extent to which Alvaro did that to him. Is it true he's still Virgin.....

Seriate.