Liz Nadia's

A Glass of Drink

"Whose house is this?" Shinar asked as he turned his body slowly, circling around.

"This is my home" Kahfi said briefly. "Sit down first." Embrace Shinar's shoulder, then lead him step towards the recess of the sofa in the middle room of the minimalist house. "I'll make you a drink for a minute." Reviewing the sweet smile, then turned around to leave Shinar who was sitting on the sofa.

"mrs ... Kahl!"

Shinar's call stopped Kahfi's footsteps who had just reached the doorway between the room and a kitchen. "What's up?" tanya Kahfi looked at him.

"Mh ...." Shinar hesitated to speak.

"Tell me." Kahfi.

"Umm ... what time will we fly to the city?"

With one hand tucked in a pants pocket, Kahfi smilingly looked at the girl. "Awhile more. We're just here to pick up my stuff."

"so." A stiff smile is shown Shinar. A little embarrassed by his question which clearly shows that he is really impatient with their plan to go to a city, as Kahfi said.

"Wait a minute. I'll make you a drink first. After that I will get ready," said Kahfi softly with a smile that perhaps any woman would be sedated by her, albeit with an appearance that seemed incompatible with her person and physique.

"Yes." Yeah." Shinar nodded with a drugged look.

Before long, Kahfi came up with a glass of orange-colored drink, with checkered ice cubes inside. Adjusting the air is quite blistering during the day. "Drink, I'll go inside first."

Shinar just nodded. The cold glass had landed on his palm. Looks very tempting. Save the saliva in his mouth. The girl quickly took a sip after Kahfi was no longer seen before her.

A few minutes' delay.

Shinar palpated his nape slowly, which for some reason suddenly felt strange. His face frowned in a warm feeling that began to radiate to all parts of his body. "What's wrong with me?" ask him to himself.

Within minutes, the warmth turned to heat. The heat that gets longer the more it grips him. Like a thirst that needs water to get rid of it. But here ... he felt another thirst. Thirst that needs release in a sense....

Without thinking anymore, because the state of the body that increasingly felt could not be controlled, Shinar opened the knit cardigant owned by Liz Nadiah who wore it, leaving a tight white shirt afterwards. A magazine he grabbed from the table, then used it to fan his sultry body parts.

But no! The wind that the magazine produced, did not help in the least.

....

In another room in the house.

The strapping body that now left only his trousers, stood upright staring at the reflection of his own reflection in the mirror, after the unusual patterned t-shirt he had originally worn, was thrown in any direction.

There was no smile on his face, other than a strange expression that seemed to hold a lot of questions. The large round glasses that had supported his appearance, were seen lying just in front of him. "What am I really doing?" he muttered then lowered. "What's good for me?" Both of his palms he attached to the sisian sink which is now in his qibla.

In that instant, his memory again drifted to the events of eleven years ago, at which time a mother called him Kahfi. And three days ago, when he came to Shinar's mother's house in search of something he could use in his mission, to bring and deliver the girl back to Nolan, he said, he also found the name Kahfi in a diary written by Shinar, complete with all their friendship stories.

But enough to surprise him, the photo of a little man named Kahfi he found in between the mini book, really looks like him. What distinguishes only glasses that he did not wear, while the photo of Kahfi in the portrait, seems to have been accustomed to the object.

Then where is that little guy named Kahfi actually?

Shinar told me a piece on their way to that place, just now. That he never met Kahfi after he moved house, and even after he returned back to his home. And rigidly, the man who is none other than Zack Shangra who is currently playing a slick role as Kahfi, berkilah with reason, he continued his education abroad. And his clumsiness created a thick wrinkle on Shinar's face. The girl said, Your family's economic life has changed quite a lot like that.''

Zack Shangra concluded from the Shinar's response sentence ... Kahfi Albareeq .. is not from a wealthy family like him. But why can he and Kahfi be so similar?

Then the old woman .. she could not even remember her face. This fact was quite a difficult puzzle for him.

"Aaaaarr!!" With his hair gripped and head turned upwards, Zack Shangra shouted in frustration.

Until a voice from the outside of the room he was currently treading on, Zack Shangra's expression changed in surprise.

"Shit!" objurgation. He slammed out bare-chested. The voice seemed to awaken him to something he had done just a moment ago.

I heard the door slamming hard. Zack Shangra's hasty steps have now arrived at the living room, where Shinar is.

His eyes in an instant framed wide. The sight in front of him made him slit saliva many times. Shinar moved uncomfortably to and fro on the sofa. The white t-shirt she was wearing had been dated-located on the floor.

At first glance shifted his gaze to the classic clock draped in one nearby wall blade. "Where's Nolan? Why hasn't the fucking guy come yet? It's been an hour past the deal." Zack Shangra ruffled a confused waist.

Yes, the purpose he sows stimulants in the drink, nothing but to ensnare Shinar without any difficult rejection from the girl. But until this moment, Nolan has not shown the trunk of his nose.

"Damn!!" sack Shangra again. The moaning and heavy voice of Shinar who kept asking for help, further disturbed his maleness. Even the swordsman behind his pants had also stiffened-asked for release.

How not, Shinar kept on pounding, rolling over and over here and there. The knee-length skirt she was wearing had inched all the way to her groin. Showing a scene that any man would obviously be tempted by.

For whatever reason, it was more frustrating for Zack Shangra than the puzzle of Kahfi Albareeq. He turned his body back to the girl.

But without expecting it, Shinar got up and pulled his right arm tight, until he staggered back.

The power of the drug made Shinar forget his identity even more. He kissed Zack Shangra greedily, after pushing the man's body onto the sofa behind him. He lowered his body quickly, then sat down on the man's lap, facing.

Amidst the power of passion that peaked, Shinar continued to kiss the red lips of Zack Shangra and then explore it like a professional player. He kissed and played his tongue on the man's lips. Zack Shangra didn't reply. Still floundering in his surprise.

Until the kiss Shinar lower to the neck, the pace dropped to the chest, to the abdomen, then Zack Shangra reacted.

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