Not the Wrong Love

What's With Love?

"Awww, you're still badas!" chirp Ben who is still grimacing. He looked down and closed his eyes. His nose feels pulsating.

While the breath of Love gasps, the eel feels excruciating pain. He was sure soon it would form a fairly large lump. However, leaving that aside first, Ben called it 'badas'? The word was too familiar in his ears. A word that reminds him of someone. Someone he hates and loves.

"Badas?" he murmured, "where do you know that call?" Love looked at Ben who was still bowing his head in full search.

"From myself, who else? Didn't I say that myself." Ben glanced at Love at a glance with a look of annoyed eyes.

"Are there any other people besides me who say that to you?" continued Ben when he saw Love only speechless with a face that can not be guessed Ben. Sad, disappointed, and angry. Ben believes it's a combination of liver disease.

"It looks like you've had a bad experience with it." This time it was Ben who was looking at her with a face full of curiosity.

"It's none of your business," Salak Cinta, "Side! I'm gonna get up." Love pushes Ben's shoulders and glares at him.

"Ck, you're so fierce!" Ben chose to get up and move back and then stood straight back with his face bent.

"What?!" maki Love as Ben looks at her who gets up from the bed and pulls the thick blanket to cover her body. Love ignores the pain in her stomach and walks cautiously towards where her clothes are.

Ck! Why is my br*, my d*lam pants can be here? How wild I was last night to the point that everyone was out of bed range.

Love grumbled in his heart.

"I don't know who's wrong here, me or you. But, how could I tease you first, right? In my dictionary there is no such thing as the word seduce. Except, you are an amazingly handsome man," scolded Love while picking up her privacy objects. He looked at Ben's face.

"Where might I tease you. We must have met last night by accident, and then you kidnapped me, didn't you?" he continued half in doubt. He was still picking up his privacy items by dragging the blanket on his body to and fro.

"Pan*tatmu looking at you, miss."

"Huh?" Love gawked innocently and stopped his activities earlier. He did not realize that the blanket covering his back was exposed.

Love turned to Ben who said the sentence with a flat face like a statue. Ben gazed at the clear-cut pan*tat of Love without blinking an inch.

Love's face flushed, hot to the ears. Love is about his reckless attitude. Unknowingly the other hand holding his privacy object moved quickly, throwing it towards Ben.

"You see what a pervert guy, shit!" as if Love did not realize that what he threw was pink da*lam pants and a pony that was hailed by Ben earlier.

Oh God! Love just wants to die now.

Hole, where's the hole?! Love wants to go into the deepest abyss. His face was flushed perfectly, as his daw*lam pants hit Ben's face. Destroyed was his pride. He stared at the thing falling onto the floor with a slow motion. Shame, what shame!

The head of love feels throbbing again. Her face was warming up, she bit her lower lip, holding back the cry that was about to come out. Shame of course.

Without saying anything, putting on a careless face, Love approached Ben and as quickly as lightning swept through the pants d*lam that almost held Ben.

Hyaa! Inner Love screams.

Love hugged the object with one hand, while the other hand tried to cover the part of the pan*tatnya that had been exposed.

"Where's the bathroom?" ask Love with a snarl.

Ben's eyebrows shot up next door, seeing the strange attitude of Love. He pointed to the small room located right behind Love.

"The bathroom's behind you, miss. Didn't you just see me out of there," said Ben who felt a sneer for Love.

Oh God! What's up with love? Why can't he think clearly.

With a stern face, Love walked towards the bathroom.

"You're not going anywhere! Watch out for escape!" threaten her before she goes to the bathroom.

Ben just took a deep breath. While Love has gone into the bathroom. Up in the bathroom all Love does is scream and hit her head. It doesn't matter if his head hurts because of it.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" meaning to himself. He could be drunk and out of control, to the point of waking up innocent in the same room as a man he doesn't even know.

Huh! Love grunts annoyed. He looked at his reflection in front of the mirror that displayed the full body contained in the bathroom. Moist eyes, messy hair, and....

What'sthis?! Inner Love.

His eyes were rounded, scrutinizing the kissmark marks scattered on his jaw, neck, and shoulders. Her breath hunted, Love quickly took off the blanket wrapped around her body and saw the shadows of all parts of her body.

Crazy one!!! Shouted again.

Kissmark marks were also scattered all over his body, especially in the section of his caesarean scar. Love looks at the scar, touches and examines the red patches surrounding the scar.

What does he mean he did this? Inner Love wonder.

Waitaminute!

His impulses are at work, re-connecting and delivering stimuli to his brain, to restore him to full consciousness.

This means that he and I have....

"Yahoooo!!!!!" screams of Love in the bathroom.

While Ben, who was sitting on the bedside, smelled a smile. He shook his head slowly.

"Surely he just realized it." Ben smiled meaningfully.

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