MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
17. Planned Both Cars
Meet and talk to him, already. Close enough like this, already. Hand-held each other that affects the flow in the chest, the result of the touch of soft smooth skin and half-rough skin in various forms of expression, more than it has been and is still going on like it is reluctant to end.
Then what else now?
Go home to Jakarta.
Indeed it feels anxious really want to immediately step forward to the next stage, but once remembered the message of mama and papa.oke, stop to be limited to that desire only. Simply harbored in the heart of any continuation of this desire, let's return to Jakarta in a good and safe manner.
After telling me that there was nothing else to say, Evita opened the HP on the table with the help of the right finger while the left was reluctant to be released, coincidentally there was a message coming from Safira to the number.
'what are you doing? it was time to get ready.turn back.' he read me the contents of the message. So I immediately responded while taking a short breath, I,
"Alright, I think for a while we just enough until here first. It's almost time to get ready, check out and go home. Back to Jakarta.
We'll still be on our way home in 5 to 7 hours. Still had time to rest a few moments in the hotel room before check out that."
"okay." Evita pulled out her left hand. I'm holding back not letting go. I have something to say. But I hesitated. This girl realized that, frowning scrutinizing my expression while asking, "Bang, why?"
"Ngg.this is not me asking," I sneered, little grin, looking bashfully like an ABG teenager at him,
"So at the hotel om and aunt Simon proposed to me, even if you don't mind, said Simon. Except for you, Evita." Not wanting to give a pause I just kept talking, "om told me to car with you along with all our luggage. Looks like.om Simon is giving us a second chance on this trip home..."
My feelings for Evita have deepened. So that whatever is only and will be done alone, by itself can bring a certain sensation into all this thought and blood flow.
It's from my side. But from this girl's side? It doesn't seem much different.
Because he seemed to be careless and groggy after hearing my explanation. Striking for a moment my still-restrained hand held his hand, he considered,
"Mmmm..."
"Do you. don't mind? Or object?" Ask fast.
While pretending to listen to the sigh of complaint just to neutralize the atmosphere, Evita acted as a head-scalp inexhaustible, "Duh om and Aunt Simon is really there."
"It's okay if you don't want to."
"M..." Trouble this girl tried to say casually and it was of course she felt difficult because the squeeze of my hand in her hand was the opposite sign of the sentence Tak Akku.
"At least, ngg...Yuan can ride in the car with us, right?"
I shook my head in doubt, "Very slim the possibility. There's no way those 3 sets can be separated."
"Yes, that's right too."
"So?"
"Just give it a day." Evita surrenders.
I was in a hurry to grasp this golden opportunity,
"OK then, just like that."
Imagine being alone for more than 6 hours with Evita.
Until this girl again made a sound, casting my shadow,
"I'm not sure Yuan and the twins want to be separated from the Hari bang, because yesterday you left with the five of you with Sister Lina. So how?"
I'm strange?
A dozen years ago in my heart was only a Ranti and children. Until my wife closes the age, my loyalty is unwavering. Even by the presence of 2 beautiful girls of the new administration in my law office who shamelessly admitted in front of their coworkers that they put their hearts on me, hoping that I would at least take into account the two of them to be Ranti's replacement candidate by my side.
I pretended to ignore it, but I did not escape wondering in my heart why not one bit I became ge-er hearing what they bluntly stated.
They are very beautiful, young age Sapphira, educated and insightful.in fact, both they and other women are no less beautiful than them like friends, colleagues and even my clients, for 4 years, no 1 person has stolen my heart.
No matter how open they were to my feelings, no one managed to make my eyes and heart open.
Until so suddenly, which is actually not that sudden at all, Evita just appeared to steal my heart. Opening my eyes and heart to his presence he entered into my feelings.
The girl who was clearly still my sister-in-law.This girl, through her presence that was getting close to me, began to familiarize, open herself and her heart to me, he seems to have managed to make me forget Ranti even children!
"Children I will persuade. They're with Safiranya's aunt and nanny in Simon's car."
"People..."
"Evita, though,
"Yes?
"The kids have been all their lives driving with me, Evita. I've never been in a car with you. Dandied. Today or tomorrow-tomorrow, I have to start too, car with you. So let the kids stay, I'll try to persuade them. Hm?"
Red saga immediately face Evita heard my statement, which I deliberately interrupted at once as seriously as possible.
Very clearly read not about children who make it seem objectionable. But this is about me. Didn't he just wish Yuan could come with us?
Already since 3 minutes ago I unraveled the spikes of both our hands and now interrupted sitting us, my right hand grasped his left wrist while spitting his thumb lazing around his inner wrist. Maybe the form of this movement plus the words that I just said, has added to the feathers Evita's more bristling...
More and more 'look at the horror' of our tandem car plan.
Though pretty woman, I do not keep the ulterior intent in insisting this way. I just want to be accompanied by you all the way home. Who knew we'd have another chance to talk more about us on the sidelines driving me?
Or who knows I get a chance to be replaced by driving a car by you when I get tired.
Are you besides being able to drive my feelings, you can also drive a car?
Still on the right side of this sitting, Evita finally gave a nod.
"Yes already."
The girl's HP is on again. Another message came in. He pushed a little face up to the screen, I also did it while fixing the location of the glasses on the face.
"Who is the Mighty Swordsman?"
Grinning amusedly he shook his head, "Nobody. This is a 14-year-old ABG boy in Banten village who I helped fix his chicken coop. During my Instance I made a work visit there. He used to confide his family to me."
"You? Fix the chicken coop??" My eyes widened, "Can you?"
Evita's laughter then couldn't make me happy at all. I don't like to imagine this girl pinning and nailing wood or bamboo or planks into that filthy, smelly chicken coop.
"Yes could. The bamboo cage was broken. I went to buy a plywood 1/2 meter and then I replaced it to the old pedestal. I saw and I nail here and there, done. So good again. Just that. Easy to koq."
Gee whiz....
It should be this girl who got the nickname as the Mighty Swordsman.
