MY 250 MILLION PEARLS
39. What Are the Flavors And Aromas of Lip-Lip Balm Hana?
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Lukas' white car rolled into the yard and veered into a garage a few feet away from the building.
After closing the gate again and locking it, Ms. Nita rushed back into the house, according to her duties stand by in the kitchen.
Before long, the two masters who had just returned home from the wedding party walked into the house, but the view on the face and the attitude of silence respectively - bu Nita secretly watching from the kitchen - clearly shows the impression...it seems they do not enjoy their fun events outside?
Hana moody, Lukas kalem only. But the man took the time to reply to Nita's greeting in the kitchen while thrusting innate on the ART, while Hana disappeared into the room.
"That's all for mom" said the man. Bu Nita smirked little happy to accept it. Hand fruit in the form of a paper bag containing sandwich bread wrapped.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Luke... Do I need to prepare dinner for my mom and dad?"
Lukas approached the fridge and opened the door. Taking one big red apple from the bottom shelf of the man shows it to Nita.
"I'm enough of this. If Hana I ask her first. Since she's in a bad mood, Miss Nita, you better not have to scold." Luke shut the fridge door.
"Ohh, that's it." That is what Nita saw in the female master. Maybe something bad has happened between the two employers. "Yes, Mr. Luke."
Luke said again, "It's almost 8 o'clock, you guys, please just rest. Maybe Hana will also take a break, not eat anymore or draw for tonight."
"Well, sir," nods Nita. "Please excuse me to go back to my room?"
"Yes. Thank you, Miss Nita."
"Together, Mr. Luke. Good evening. Excuse me."
"Night, ma. Please."
The bedroom that Nita has chosen is the room behind the house. Towards that place must go out first from the side door of the right terrace because the kitchen next to the bathroom does not have access to the exit. There is only a large glass window on the kitchen wall, facing the fish pond on the left side terrace, and to go to the area must also pass the right side porch door and then rotate in the backyard.
Facing the courtyard is the existence of the bedroom building, bu Nita, surrounded by a solid concrete wall as high as about 4 meters as a barrier dividing the area of the house and the backyard of the Lukas section with the houses of the neighbors behind and left right.
If it is allowed to go to rest, it means that neither Hana nor Luke need the help of Nita. And indeed at 9 pm is the deadline for the help-help tasks performed by the ART woman.
After the death of ARTnya Lukas grabbed the Tuxedo suit that he had just put on the dining chair. He moved again to the sofa chair in the family room because he wanted to sit down to open the laptop there, check something about office work.
About 20 minutes later...Hana popped into the living room, approaching where the man was sitting...
From Hana swinging steps through the door of the room even the man can already feel the movement of the presence of his beloved wife. So he raised his gaze from the laptop, paying full attention to the arrival of Hana who was in a neat state of clothes negligee after bathing.
The wife's thick black hair is moist after shampooing, will only be allowed to dry naturally after combing...Luke at a glance imagines his fingers down lazily but full of intimacy there.
Make-up has disappeared but the veils of the face remain unfriendly, maybe Hana is still in a fluttering mood, thought the man. Also exhausted after a day at the reception.
But as soon as the wife took something out of the negligee's pocket and held it out before Luke, the man moved the gaze from his wife's eyes to the box. Then humped...
"I'm going to give this back" Hana said, looking back at Luke.
When he looked at each other, Luke tried hard to convey his feelings.
Hana's outstretched hand was simply ignored, the man was running out of energy finally dropping his back onto the sofa's backrest.
Hana had actually changed feelings between the intention of not rewiring this necklace. No longer as serious as in the car, because Luke's threat about going to throw this necklace...
"Kuralat my talk about not having to continue talking. Sit down, Hana, let's talk about it again if you can hold off on lying down for a while."
1/2 hour before actually getting to the house actually Hana was lying down even though it was just that. In the vehicle on the front passenger seat whose backrest is backtracked to the back, so that it can fall which is enough to help secure.
But without commenting the woman obeyed Luke and sat down.
Placed the necklace box onto the table, now from his sitting position more visible Luke's back that backs the Tuxedo suit.
Reminds the woman of Luke's black-tuxedo appearance all day.
He who used to see Luke dressed in a suit when he went to work, did not necessarily lose the feeling of captivity in seeing him like this afternoon.
The black tuxedo is made from a combination of wool, polyester and rayon, with satin silk details in the collar, buttons, pocket trim, and along the legs of the pants.
The material is light and shiny, especially when struck by light, very cool and more charismatic figure of handsome and tall Luke, so that Hana willing to forget the grace and nervousness of herself during side by side with the man.
Every now and then Hana deliberately acted to curry favor with him. Either unwillingly away from him, wrapping his elbow to his arm when invited to walk to something place.and what makes Hana more attached to the perfect with pride and courage is, that is, because Luke himself had no objection to Hannah treating it that way.
The impression of self-possession of one against another that they very clearly express and publish throughout the party.
"I'll give in, Hana... From now on, I'll obey whatever you want." Luke opened the conversation by saying so.
Hana raised an eyebrow not understanding. "Yes? Mean you?"
"I mean, on the street earlier.I immediately realized-" Luke's sentence slowed down and hung in the air, because the man deliberately ended in silence.
The whole that was in Hana tonight in the eyes of the man shrunk to that one part only, the lips lipbalm Hana.
There's a color, clear pink. But aroma? A taste? Luke doesn't know. Never knew it. Start weighing, whether he should find out.
The disguised offer behind 'After Event' was also considered.
Immediately realizing which way the husband is now concentrating attention, Hana even unconsciously*lum slowly lips.
And just at that moment Luke stood up from the sofa chair and stepped up...
