Romance at 17 Years Old

ADU17 CHAPTER 43 - Dear

In the third of the night, Gala awoke from her sleep, the first thing she remembered was about Giselle.

Half-conscious Gala got off her bed and grabbed the phone on the nightstand.

"Oh my God, my phone is dead, Giselle must have called" Gala said anxiously, trying to turn it on but the phone remained unlit.

Immediately Gala picked up the charger and installed it on the charging stand. Hurry him back on and luckily the phone is still going to turn on.

"Alhamdulillah."

Gala immediately tried to contact Giselle, the call was connected to the sound of a regular tut tut tut sound, but the long sound of the call still did not get an answer. Eventually the call disconnected itself.

"Giselle must be sleeping."

But Gala tried calling once more, and fortunately on this second call Giselle immediately picked up her call.

"Gala," said Giselle on the other end.

"I'm sorry Cell, I made you wait right, made you think, I'm sorry. I fell asleep" Gala explained before Giselle asked.

At the end of there Giselle smiled even though she was half conscious.

"Yes, you scared me."

"I'm sorry" Gala replied softly, she felt really guilty.

"I'm scared."

"I'm sorry, let's make another deal."

"What promise again? we've made too many promises" said Giselle. This girl kept in touch with Gala in the dim atmosphere of her room.

"I was too afraid to part with you, so I always wanted to make a promise, as if to tie you up with those promises so that you wouldn't leave" Gala explained grudgingly. If the fear between Gala and Giselle was pitted against him, he would have won.

And hearing that, Giselle felt her tight heart, the same feeling she felt.

"All right, let's make as many promises as possible" replied Giselle.

In the third of the night Gala and Giselle made a lot of promises. When Gala's gone to America, they'll call each other once a week, every Sunday. At 8 am in Indonesia and means in America at 8 pm.

"Yes promise?" obviously Giselle, so that they do not lose communication even though the distance is far.

"You also have to promise," Gala demanded.

"Try again," pinta Gala with a smile, as if embarrassed if anyone sees this smile kasmarannya.

"But I'm ashamed of it so much" replied Giselle with a small laugh.

"You have to be ordinary, say it quickly."

"You used to." pinta Giselle anyway.

"Dear."

Kyah!! Giselle covered her face with a pillow, her face was hot, she was sure that her cheeks were red.

"Don't cheat, it's your turn."

"I'm ashamed of you" said Giselle, she was like an unsettled madman in bed. Smile shyly and cannot calm down.

"Distract, say dear, don't keep smiling."

"The Gala."

"Don't call my name, call my darling. I count to 3, one ... two ..."

"Darling," said Giselle timidly, even directly poking her own lips.

"Again" pinta Gala.

"Dear."

"Dear."

"Dear."

"Darling, I love you Sell."

"Come on Galaa."

"What's? you don't love me anymore."

"Where can it be like that, I love you so much."

And the call continued until dawn, until they were both accustomed to the call of love and the word of love.