My bodyguard, my Imam

Night Dark

Hiru bustle people passing by in the morning crowded either outside or inside the building.

Hotel workers are busy with their own profession. With a high spirit of serving and a fluffy smile adorning both cheeks, such things are commonplace because yesterday they have paid.

However, not with two people who are now in the same scope of one white blanket, on a king-size bed. Both of them are very cool in their subconscious.

With his eyes tightly closed, Eiwa—lelaki has a strong body of white skin in the growth of fine feathers that began to creep one hand.

"Hemm... What time is it?"

Eiwa was used to waking up at dawn, but she had not heard the sound in this room since.

Inside the room dominated curtains light brown tightly closed dark. Eiwa pressed the button on the bedside table. Until now lighted up on his side. In the position of Eiwa's face is not fully aware, looking for a cell phone next to him.

However, it was not the hard-hitting phone he was holding. But something, which felt chewy, contained and very soft like the squishy bakpao belonging to Ceril-nephew.

"This afternoon Arumi took her son to the room again. Very habit, even though it is often prohibited, I even say, do not carelessly enter here, hem...."

Eiwa was still closing her eyes, her hands were still engrossed in playing Ceril's squishy. It made his hands feel relaxed. This toy is very much liked by children.

But wait.

Last night he remembered not coming home.

Instead of going somewhere to see Amora.

Ah, nevermind. Eiwa chose to ignore her stubbornness.

Shortly thereafter.

He heard the sound of crying from his room.

Making Eiwa's forehead frown deeply while raising her head, her gaze was still blurry.

He guessed, was that Ceril's voice?

Nope.

Ceril is a kid.

While that voice... Pretty big.

Isakan getting stronger to disturb his calm. His voice resembled the sound of a mistress kunti pas again because it failed to nakutin prey.

Eiwa ignored him, instead choosing to hug the bolster. Tightly, like hugging Amora, the woman she adored who invited her to the hotel last night.

"Bao... Brother, lebarin.." cold hands touched his skin, trying to release Eiwa's embrace.

Eiwa blinked her eyes while raising her head slightly. Is it possible, roll it into mistress kunti?

The sound of the sobbing is increasingly heard. Making Eiwa who was still drowsy forced her eyes open. Although it is very difficult, it is as difficult as forgetting an ex. His view is now very clear.

"Lepasin Ellea, off...."

Eiwa's clenched hand that felt warm and soft like the skin was being pulled back by someone. Made it aware.

"Woh. astagfirullah"

He immediately jerked back to fall under the bed, his hands squeezing his curly hair.

"What have I confessed? no way, this is not possible.. surely what I saw was just a dream, yes, this is a dream, right?"

"El, what's up here? Is this really you?" Fearing he approached at Ellea who was now inching to sit on the bed while covering her body with a blanket.

Room with twenty-year-old Ellea, a college student who has just made it to medical school. The innocent and innocent girl who had been Alvin's pride.

Oh, no, Eiwa is in big trouble!

"You are satisfied, Bang, have you done this to me? You ruined my future, you know?!"

Ellea cried as much as she could until her chest stumbled.

Eiwa is getting scared. But this time not see the mistress and the like, but this is more creepy, even more creepy than the neighbor's talk.

"Ellea."

He shouldn't be here, but why was he suddenly with a girl who had been so innocent all along.

This is really bad!