My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter III

Andreas leaned over on his knees and left hand, while his right hand was stretched out fumbling for the location of his phone. His heartache is still left if you remember the unfortunate fate that befell him today.

Suddenly the back was kicked by someone. Fortunately, he immediately balanced his body, otherwise he must have been bathed in trench water.

Andreas looked up and stood looking for the man who kicked him, but there was no one around. The humans who were swarming had also circulated their respective activities, as if nothing had happened.

Even so, there are still people who turn to him. Maybe feel less happy or dissatisfied, there are also whispering to ask others themselves.

The phone in the hand was looked at, his wild eyes looking around. Now that he realized, he didn't feel like himself. He is not an uneducated man. He is also not a person who does not know the meaning of patience.

Who do not know respect and respect others. But where is the attitude of tolerance held firmly in him?

The anger and disappointment that had been harbored for so long since her mother had left her, and her dark past, even that of a lover, was now overflowing, erupting like a volcano.

Andreas massaged his chest, trying to calm down. Pull and then exhale slowly. He did it over and over again, asking God's forgiveness in his heart for his regret.

But it was undeniable that his heart was relieved, as if a large stone shouldered had been lifted from his shoulders.

Ow hell! Poor Mariana, so the place of Andreas' anger.

...****...

"Gee! Tired of it." Dance to watch every corner of the room. "Hmm, clean," he murmured. Today there was a person who would come from the front room, that was what her brother had ordered before leaving the house. I don't know what her sister had dream last night. Throw away the habits, maybe.

Suddenly, his sister wanted to go to church. Though before this, already frothy mouth Dance opened her brother. Name OMK (Young Catholic ), but for more than two years, his brother was involved in the activities of the OMK organization. Let alone in the church, activities in the village, his brother only knows to pay a fine.

Not without reason, his brother behaved like that. The affection that had been in place since he was nineteen years old, was broken because he was unapproved, scratched a wound, and his soul languished.

Insults, insults of society, friends and relatives, make the wound more festering, until it leaves a scar, leaving an irreversible mark.

But Tari knew, eternity and fortitude, her brother was able to pass through all the allegations that came over him. And today, there was a change in her brother. Change in the good.

"Hmm, was there a bachelor angel then, or did she dream of marrying a handsome priest?" Regardless, Tari hopes the change will last. Smiling dance. All thanksgiving he prophesied the presence of God. The cry of his second son drove away the memories of the past who came to say hello.

...***...

"Why am I so excited to see you today?" Andreas. They meet again at the crossroads. It looks like they will be heading to the same destination.

"Hey, do you think I like this meeting? I hate to meet you too. Men who like to eat chicken tails, mussy mouth like a magpie pulled tail." Mariana is so angry. He looked at Andrew from top to bottom. Andreas has changed clothes. That man was wearing a white shirt. The pants? Didn't notice it.

Now Andreas is wearing a collarless, short-sleeved black-white-red striped shirt, featuring his muscular arms. Knee-length short jeans, looking very charming and stylish, invite the heart of the woman to rustle cheerfully. 'Patutpun he said I'm a dirty, ' his heart sizzled Mariana.

"What did you say?" ask Andreas.

"Why do you have to go this way?"

"Like my heart to follow which path, after all this path is not your grandmother made."

"Not my ancestors, but my ancestors."

"My boy also made this path," Andreas did not want to lose.

"I've never seen your ancestors here!" Mariana clenched her waist against Andreas.

"I've never seen your ancestors here either!"

"That's because you were born yesterday" Andreas clenched his lips in fury, hearing Mariana's words.

"Sure, and I'll live another thousand years."

"S G M." Andreas no longer wanted to serve women he considered to be less sane. He pulls his suitcase away from Mariana, who is still haunted.

She smiled to herself looking at Mariana's appearance earlier. Brown oversized wide shirts, wide black trousers, leather boots, and conical bamboo hats. Don't forget that natural perfume, which makes Andreas several times have to hold his breath.

It took a few minutes for Mariana to digest Andreas' speech. 'S G M, what is it?' But suddenly Mariana's eyes widened.

"Hey!" mariana shouted, "you're that S G M (crazy lopsided lunatic)."

Andreas, who heard Mariana's cry, tried to speed up his pace. Mariana chased after him, but remained behind.

...***...

Clock on the wall at 3:15 p.m. The door was knocked a few times and a male voice came after greeting.

"Hello! Salom!"

"Salom up! Salom!" shouted again.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Dari's face appeared there. Only his face was visible.

Dance scrutinized the figure before her. Long legs, flat stomach, 'how many boxes, huh?' The chest of the field looked burly in a striped shirt, 'hmm, more field than my husband's.' Dance biting lips. His eyes were still wildly scrutinizing the figure.

His arms are muscular, the more up he sees a slippery chin without a strand of hair that grows alias shaving, his jaw looks firm, his lower lip a little thick makes it more sexy.

The head of the dance was immediately tilted to the left, instantly tilted to the right. This time he stuck out the tip of his tongue to wet his lips. The more up he saw the tip of the nose of the figure. Then to the base of the nose, it turns out that the figure has a sharp nose.

Eyelashes are flattened, but the eyes are small as small as the eyes of the Chinese. Thick eye brows, with slippery forehead, straight black hair, plus perfect with clean white skin.

This time Dance bit the tip of her index finger. It seemed that he was truly enchanted by the torso before him. Now his mind is also wild to imagine the man standing in front of the altar in a black-and-white stelan, equipped with a black suit and bow tie, decorated with a smile that never strayed from his lips.

While waiting for her partner who was walking on the red carpet, in a long white dress swept the floor, making her more beautiful and radiant like an angel.

The girl's right hand held a flower, while her left hand held the arm of the handsome menjaka, and behind the girl, herded by two fairies who were no less beautiful.

A never-ending smile, greeting the congregation present, and the beautiful In White melody of the piano played by the girl's best friend, led footsteps towards the waiting couple.

Arriving in front of the groom, the man handed over the girl and said, "now my beloved sister, it is the responsibility of my brother-in-law. Good luck to the grandchildren."

Smiling with hands together. " Thank you for your trust" replied the groom.

The promise of living life, the oath of allegiance has also been vowed and witnessed by the congregation before the Lord. The wedding ring had been sheathed on each other's ring fingers, but at the time of the sudden kiss...

"Stooooopp,"

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