Little Bride Alvaro

139. Part III streets

The afternoon air was not too hot. The sun seemed timidly hiding behind a white cloud that stretched across the sky, make the drivers who are struggling on the road paved with dust flying along with the exhaust fumes and horn sounds of other vehicles become more protected. Because on the day usually in July to September, which is when summer occurs, the sun feels so hot stinging the skin.

Maybe, God is being kind to a couple who are now flocking using a dream motor of the riders whose price is certainly not kidding.

The hug intensified as Alvaro began to pick up the pace of his vehicle, hoping that he could get the best moment to get Azlina to his destination.

His smile expanded when he felt the woman clutching her body tightly, as if she was surrendering herself to him. There was not a word spoken between them, only a warm embrace accompanied by a gust of wind that hit the faces of the two because they did not close the glass of his helmet perfectly.

Alvaro stopped his bike when they reached a park in the middle of the city. Parked in a safe place, the man reached out to Azlina to immediately turn from his motorbike.

"Come on!"

The grip tightened, with Azlina starting to get off the two-wheeler larger than the usual size. They were a little run around to go to the park that Alvaro was aiming for this time.

Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, the fifth largest park in Paris with unique architecture, combines several ecosystems, such as lakes, bridges, and bridges, and the lush trees make the tourist area increasingly look beautiful and romantic.

Alvaro helps Azlina walk, passing small steps deliberately made to be able to climb to the top. Although a little teetering to get through it, the two managed to get to the top, displaying an amazingly beautiful scene.

"Sister!"

Azlina screeched slightly as soon as Alvaro pulled her arm, then hugged her from behind.

A burst of orange hue on the western horizon looks mesmerizing makeup on the faces of the couple. Azlina could not even speak to see what was presented before her eyes.

"Good heavens, we're not too late!"Alvaro kissed the woman's left cheek after saying so.

"Either. Brother is happy if you like it."

The two closed their eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun that was almost drowned, enjoying the panoramic beauty of Paris from the height limit by embracing the beloved.

In the decapitation, Alvaro turned the wife's body so that now they face each other.

Under the warm rays of the sun that was about to sink at the limit of the horizon, the man touched his lips on the lips of the wife, embracing her with gentleness, showing the love and affection that overflows in the heart.

Until when the woman was no longer able to withstand the blow of Alvaro's always intoxicating attitude, until his legs almost stretched out unable to support his weight if only the burly arms did not hold him, he said, Alvaro said softly to him. "Can we just finish up at the apartment?"

The round eyeballs framed with pliable eyelashes blinked, scooping up the consciousness in him that the man had previously made to float. He sighed slowly then, along with the pink hue that had already refracted on the face that had been struck by the orange glow of twilight blushing.

"Sir ... What do you want?"

"Of course you want," said Alvaro without wanting to cover up, making Azlina's face redder and more embarrassed.

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