My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XXVII

"Thick eyes, sharp nose, thick lips. Well, the sex, I want to bite his lips, here!" whispered Mariana paying attention in detail. His thumb nimblely scrolls through the photos in Michael's mobile gallery, choosing which one is more interesting to sculpt into later sculptures.

"Waaaaah, torn bread!" His eyes bought as if to go out, when plastered photos of Michael posing like a model without a shirt showing the shape of a sturdy and muscular body.

"How many squares, this? 1, 2, 3 ... 8. Crazy one! The Cowardly Master had yesterday I saw lose." His index finger swiped Michael's chest in the phone.

"I want to sleep with his arm. If I could sleep here, I wouldn't wake up again."

His eyes closed, imagining himself lying on a green meadow, under a blue sky, with a soft puff of baby, with the chirping of a melodious bird accompanying him in the arms of a lover.

The lover's warm embrace seemed to take him flying across the horizon. The silent gaze aroused the passion that was buried in the burning sea of fire, washed away in the cradle of dreams. However, in the midst of his preoccupation, a voice that seemed like the sound of a thunderbolt, grabbed right beside his ear, waking him from dreamland.

'Kriboooo! I killed you!'

Mariana opened her eyes. "You're a man! People are dreaming, the voice of him popping into my head." He put Michael's phone on the table.

"If you dare, come! I'll magic you into a statue of Malin Kundang."

"What did you say, Ana?" asked Michael who was standing next to his desk.

"Ehem!" Just fixing his voice. "Which one do you choose?" ask him to distract Michael.

"Anything you find interesting. But from the moment I saw you're engrossed in looking at the photo, here," Michael pointed to the picture on his phone screen.

Mariana blushed in shame. "Yes, I think you look more manly if you don't wear clothes."

"So right now, not manly? Because I'm wearing clothes."

"less. Ha-ha-ha!" he answered while laughing.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Michael laughed too.

...***...

"Uhuk-uhuk-uhuk!" The throat is painful, although the spicy taste is long gone. Water in a glass, again steamed to empty. He was still sitting at the dining table, while the others had already circulated into the living room.

"Pa Ande, just eat this hodgepodge. It's no wasabi." Dance thrusting plate containing hodgepodge. Feeling sorry to see Andreas coughing did not stop.

'Ana ni's eyes, it's not good for her. Until his heart made Pa Ande like this!' His heart was hot when he remembered his brother's actions.

"It's okay, Sis. I have no appetite" Andreas refused. From the beginning he did not want a hodgepodge. He spoke when Mariana asked about his favorite food, then ended up backfiring for himself.

When he saw the hodgepodge, the intention of the heart wanted to refuse. However, he felt it was not good to refuse sustenance when others had trouble preparing for him, even though it was food purchased at the food stall. He was also forced to swallow the food, even though his throat felt nauseous.

"Or Pa Ande want me to cook instant noodles? I'll add two eggs." Andreas shakes.

"No need, Sis. Just bother the sister."

"It's okay, I don't feel bothered."

Before it passed, Tari called back to him. "Pa Ande, I'm sorry for my sister's side!"

Andreas nodded. "It's okay." He passed again, leaving Dance still standing looking at him.

His body temperature was hot, his skin also looked reddish spots. His head started to feel dizzy. He laid his body on the bed, lying down and closed his eyes hoping that when he woke up, he would be healthy again.

Fortunately, he did not swallow a lot of hodgepodge mixed with peanut sauce. If it is not troublesome. Wasabi can be a savior.

...***...

Dance grabbed the phone placed on the television, then anchored her body roughly on the sofa. The heat of his heart had not subsided yet, even the temperature was rising. May have reached 100⁰cc. His fingers were agile looking for someone's phone number.

It did not take long, the phone had been placed on the edge of the ear.

"Mariaanaannaa, the Kribooo!" screams Dance as Mariana answers her phone.

["Apppaaa!" Mariana screamed too. "You've become the son of Lord Coward's disciple?"] ask from across.

["Since when was Brother's heart a piece of cat shit?"]

["What rot, my heart is like a kasturi flower, you know?"]

["If your heart is as fragrant as a kasturi flower, then where did you get wasabi?"]

["Ha-ha-ha!"] Not the answer he got, but the sound of Mariana's laughter was heard.

["You make him spiciness, until smoke comes out of his mouth, nose and ears, you know?"]

["Ha-ha-ha! That's a reply to my forehead that broke that day."]

["If he dies of spiciness, what? You want responsibility?"]

["Why? Is he dead?"]

["You want to swear he died fast?"]

["Ooo, that means he's alive, right? Instead of you lecturing there, quickly come help me in the shop."]

["You open a shop, Tata? Today is Sunday. Tata Sundays are not open."]

["Forced. Much work. Come quickly, I wait!"]

Tut! Tut! Tut!

The call was interrupted on the side.

"Cis, just make people hurt!" He then stood up, took his bag and said goodbye to Fendi before leaving the house.