My wife's been misguided

pre-wedding deal

I broke up to meet my dream daughter-in-law two days after chatting with my mom. After last night we had a short chat for acquaintances, immediately continued ngedate at the donut booth in one of the malls in Jakarta. Lazy is actually a walk to the shopping center on the weekend gini. The jam makes the puyeng hot.

Fortunately, there is no mall that does not use air conditioning. It is good to be able to fester after hot on the streets. Unfortunately, he even waited in the terrace area of the mall, while smoking anyway.

The shith!!

I don't like people who smoke, especially women. Mama will certainly blingsatan if you know the prospective dream ghost ngermok.

Cigarettes, not that I never smoked. Everyone also knows, design children almost all must be heavy smokers.not hypocritical, I also used to be able to spend a pack a day.especially if again in the pursuit of deadline, maybe it can run out two packs.

But ever since a friend got lung cancer, I've been desperately trying to stop. Only pity his wife so must slam bones to pay for treatment. Especially if you remember his baby son, so forced to be ready to lose his father. Original makes no heart.

Now, the girl in the same marriage plot I did not love her own lungs. This reduces Ampe nyungsep points to the gutter.

"Hi, Nesy?" He squirmed at me and opened his item glasses.

"Hi, Zian?" He nodded with a smile that was more precisely called a grin.

"Sit down" he said pointing at the bench I was holding on his back.

I'm diem aja. Original not willing to squirm will wife clamp cigarette stick with two fingers lentiknya. "We're talking inside, it's hot in here."

He squirms around. "Ah, adem really. The wind is good."

"Inside more adem. Come on in." I took a plate of donuts and esspreso that I thought wasn't drinking. His hands are spontaneous. Her skin felt so smooth that it touched the back of my hand. I was dumbfounded for a moment. Oh my God, it turns out that butter-soft skin actually exists?

"What the hell is going on here?" The protest did not accept.

I taro again the same plate cup on the table. "Too much pollution. I still love lungs."

He sniffed a little. Wiggling around kept saying "OK," He put a pack of cigarettes in the bag and then stepped inside. Forced to plate the contents of donuts and cups I brought.

"OK," he said after sipping a little espresso in the cup. "What should I prepare? Mumpung is still here, tomorrow I have to go back to Surabaya." I'm just gawking. The first sentence was very direct about marriage, even though my intention here is only to make an introduction.

"Are you really ready for marriage?"

He is still twenty years old. College has not graduated. There must be a lot that he wants to do in this world. Isn't that kind of a young man married?

He exhaled softly, his gaze on the table. His finger is playing the espresso cup. "I know, we marry the moon out of love." He said then continued. "I don't know what your reason is. Maybe better times I don't know. I hope you don't even know why I want to marry you."

In such a bullshit, even make me the maximum kepo.

Nesya breathing again. "And I'm sure, ****that's best when it's based on love. Agreed?"

Now I can see where the conversation is going. Actually he had to with all this. More precisely forced by his parents. Throw me for sure he wants this wedding just a charade. Makes me more challenged to conquer it.

"okay agree." I said sure, though,

"Sip, clear! that's all I need." He spent the rest of his espressos at once.

"That's all?" I asked, he nodded.

Pramusaji. Put down my ordered cup of cappuccino and go again.

"OK, I promise **** will only be done with love.love both parties mean right?"

"Yes,"

"If only one?"

"Stay it yourself." He replied in a mocking tone.

"Haha! smart!" I drank a warm cappuccino. Really feel challenged.

But my imagination is so big remember the smoke coming out of my mouth*** that. "Can I ask for one thing?"

"Hmm?" Goddamnit! why did it make the blood rustle?

"Please don't smoke around me. If you want to smoke, make sure we are at least fifty meters away." He almost choked with laughter. Without excuse he took my cappuccino cup to drink the contents.

"Fifty meters?" He said in between the sticks. I'm nagging for sure.

"That's the minimum distance, so that your cigarette smoke doesn't affect me." She's speechless.

"Aren't you smoking?"

"I tried to stop. It's only been five or six months, a hundred percent of them haven't touched a cigarette."

"Okay, no problem" he said, "I won't smoke if I'm with you."

"Okay good. One more thing, if you smoke outside. As soon as you enter the house, immediately take a shower and brush your teeth, as well as gargles."

Mama's dream daughter-in-law was laughing again. "okay, no problem," he said.

"And if you get pregnant later, you should stop smoking during pregnancy." He's getting worse.

"That's what we're saying when there's love, yeah. No love, no****, no one's pregnant, deal?"

I had to laugh. I'm a visionary by the way, I'm pregnant. Love still does not seem natural. But sure, he will fall in love with me, after this. Although I'm alone, not sure I can Nerima any more girls.

Unfortunately, he hasn't heard anything about all the topics about us Nerima this marriage. Though I kepo maximum Ampe to ubun-ubun.

Anyway, if he knows my reason, keep coming to not be married, no problem. What matters is happy. Wherever marriage is not the main business of my life right now.

I'm lyric cappucino cups that now have traces of his lips there. If I drink from there, can I say indirect kiss?

Ahaha! so it feels silly on its own. Usually also straight. Sure he'll get hooked. He doesn't know I'm a great kisser yet.

Finished the pre-wedding deal, I immediately invited her to fit in a wedding dress. Coincidentally the button is in this mall as well, so we do not have to block traffic in order to remove the clothes doang.

The size of the body is actually not much different there lindar (leech). So the wedding dress only needs adjustments on the chest and buttocks. In the two parts, Nesya is indeed less big.maybe because it is still a girl yes, different same lindar that I have often studied. It's definitely not the same as I do. But in height, Nesya wins. The white cloth was hanging on his body.

"All in short, how about tan?" he told Aunt Ely the boutique owner.

Aunt Ely squirmed at the bottom of the dress meticulously. "It can be" he said, as he was bearded.

"Dibikin this way Tan, so do not have to make it on the road," said Nesya revealed her skirt until half calf.

Holy hooch! her calves are so smooth. I want to surf there. Nesya is not a heavy smoker. It is not possible that heavy smokers can skin this good. Unless he's really diligent about high-end skincare.

After taking off her clothes, she came back and sat down next to me. "Udah? anything else I need to prepare?" Ask after changing clothes.

"Hmm," She smells great. Not like the lindar whose fragrance is quite sharp. The perfume I wear is fresher. Like a mixture of orange smell with no idea what fruit.

"No more, I'll just go home."

"You want an invitation?"

"Oh, there's no invitation yet?"

"Udah, just the design that you were not involved with yesterday. If you want to change the design, you can."

"Hmm, about design, I trust you. You're a designer." He said while opening the lid of a bottle of mineral water and then drinking it, my goodness it's a smooth neck, want it to love the stamp there.

"Okay if so, it's no more. I'm taking you home now?" He does not approve. We also came out of the mall. After saying goodbye to Aunt Ely.