Not Glass Cans

79. Caliph

"Think, El. If so, take me to Java to meet your mother." Issh...It's so sweet I heard.

Remember what Zayn said to me..And it's the gel that I feel in my heart. But hearing Garrick say that, my heart beat drove!

"Why did you meet my mother?" Although I guessed it, I wanted to hear the answer. That soft heavy voice was so much fun I felt. Echoing in my room.

"We don't have a father, El. You're your mother's daughter. Of course I'll let your mother marry you. After meeting and getting permission from your mother in Malang, we met my mother in Semarang. After that, return to Batam. I brought my mother and mother and relatives to Batam. We're married at the Garju hotel." My big boss has planned on me like that? Like I'm excited... Garrick at length explained in a fairly soft voice. Like it's not just the cranky!

"apparently hasty. Why?" I keep asking.I want the bad guy to keep talking. The mouth he used to rule and rebuke. It's like seducing me now!

"Om David is urgent. He wants me to marry his daughter quickly. That's the reason I got married to Anggun." The sound stopped. His huge body moved again, shifting again a little forward towards me. I let it go, the distance with me is still there.

"If with. I was in a hurry.. Honestly, I don't like it when you get hitched to people, El." So, does Garrick want to marry me just out of curiosity?l

"That's all?" I just want to end the conversation with him. Tetiba I'm not excited, no longer interested in responding to it. I want to get out of my blanket and go back to sleep pretty.

"Many more, El. But the main one....." The words hang. Fierce as heavy as saying it.

" Mainly, I don't want to make a big sin because of you. I think I like you a lot, El." Tetiba the ferocious one raised one leg again to the mattress. His body was towering, resting on two knees.

Www..! The ferocious one slipped two hands very quickly down my thigh and back. He lifted me up very easily. Garrick stuck me in the starting position on the pillow. My finger that originally wanted to claw, only gripped firmly on his shoulder arm. I helplessly.stubbed stiffly in a fall staring at him.

Only I think Garrick is pulling his hand very slowly. That big palm while gently stroking the skin under my thighs was also my smooth and smooth back. Maybe my sleeping dress has been exposed, which is open to no extent, I don't know..I know I refused, but this body betrayed. My race trembled and grew hot because of the elusan of his hands..Until the palm escaped my body!

Auwfh....Garrick's lips and nose that day kissed my left cheek, now kiss my right cheek again.

Www..!Without a chance to push, Garrick shifted his lips very quickly. A moment of silence, an electric shock attack stung me..

Reason..Garrick stretched out his lips and moved his body away together, pushing my hand against his chest.

The garage tiptoed down and now stood up. Uprightly pecking beside me. We were silent in silence. Only my breath and heartbeat sped away I heard.

"Sorry, El. I didn't intend to do it." Garrick lirih said. Although it sounded calm, but the voice was a bit raucous.

"That morning, you said, I was wrong. Was it my fault this time?" This is the right time to review it. While I fix the blanket cover the body, I prepare again to rebuke it. With a sense of caution if repeated again touch me.

"This time I admit, I'm a khilaf, El. I'm sorry." Garrick was looking down at me. Like being sorry. From that voice, I don't think it's a turtle.

"You harassed me, molested me. I can report you as a jerk!" This is my chance to bluff.

"Don't do it, El. I had to say about your report, if you report me, I can clear it. Don't think it'll suck me up. It's no use, El." Duh, not bracing! I also understand.., but cook directly hit checkmate so. Die my style!

"Already, El. You're not refusing anyway. I could have done more for you, if I wanted to. But it's embarrassing."

"Maybe I'm a jerk to you, but you need to know, El. You're the first woman I touched. You're the first woman I kissed, other than my mother." Duh, Garrick's soft words, like cradling my ears and my heart...Although the fierce style of speech remains rigid, but still able to make myself stiff.