SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 128

Bas flipped Nilam's body to face him. Staring with a raining gaze made Nilam misbehaved, and could only bow his head.

Bas cupped his girlfriend's face with both hands. Putting their gaze together again, hoping that her girl could read the longing she had been yearning for, and understand the uneasiness she was feeling.

"Who's working all this time, baby?" ask him while closing his body to Nilam.

"Everything you do is for you. Hope you can bring happiness to you. Mas is a nobody, will not be able to bring perfect love without effort and struggle," said Bas, his thumb rubbed gently on the reddened cheeks.

For a moment they just stared at each other without a sound. Until finally Nilam's thin lips said, "Did you manage to do it?"

Silent bus. Unable to answer his girlfriend's question.

Nilam pushed Bas's body which had been confined to him. The girl then resumed her previous activities, took a tray and brought two cups of tea and coffee, and also a toast plate to the carpet as usual.

"Drink coffee first mas," he asked when he realized Baskara was still standing in the kitchen area.

They sat together on the carpet, enjoying the coffee and tea that Nilam served. Neither of them opened the conversation. Nilam even accidentally took a mobile phone and played it next to the lover.

The bus was upset, but he tried to be patient. He knew Nilam was doing it on purpose, to provoke his emotions. He knew Nilam was retaliating at this time.

"Dear,"

"Hmmm, uh,"

"Wait to work?"

Nilam glanced at Bas, then refocused on his flat screen.

"Policy. Why?"

"We went home, we met the parents,"

"I go home often, Mom. I have often met my father, my mother. Same old man mas Bas also met several times," said Nilam.

"Yes now we go home together, talking about our marriage" Bas said carefully. He knew this would blow his lover's emotions later.

Sure enough, Nilam seemed to be waiting for him to say the sacred word. And when Bas said that, Nilam immediately stopped his mouth from chewing the toast.

The girl immediately swallowed it, then gulped down the remaining tea in her glass.

He stared at Bas for a moment and threw his face to any place.

"Why did I come back, myself? Do you still need my opinion?" satirize the girl.

"Darling ... No gituuu," Bas said.

"Trus what?!" Nilam's voice rose an octave, making Baskara slightly dumbfounded. The girl's eyes glazed over, creating guilt in her lover's heart.

"Why mas? It's our wedding, not a joke. And I decided that myself, without asking for my approval. Will it always be like this? My voice won't you hear in our household?" nilam with tears dripping down her cheeks.

"No, dear, you know what," Bas approached, taking Nilam's hand but being held by the girl.

"Mas wants to obrolin with you, but you're the one who killed the phone?"

"That's because of bummer! Why tell people to follow me? You don't believe me?" tell the girl.

"Mas didn't tell people, it just so happened that someone saw. You should be angry with me, because going is not saying it. Same old again!" Bas pressing the word 'former' made Nilam glance cynically. He wiped his tears rough.

"Mas afraid you'll change your mind, you'll take the safe path." I'm in a low tone.

"Yes you obviously donk dear, let me know,"

"How can I explain if the first mas make me emotional?" nilam will not lose.

The bus breathed, he had to give in. Apologize again, before things get more complicated. Want to see when they argue for something they both already know is a misunderstanding?

"Yes sorry. Admitting that I am jealous, when I am not near you, tormented withholding longing, he is easily close and even looks at you as he pleases" he admitted with a sad face.

"That's not what I want, mas. I finished his wife's meeting in the hospital, so he drove to the minimarket again, because my bike was left there," Nilam then told me what happened that night, which made him escorted Pandu, even the incident also made him fall ill yesterday.

"It's really good that the future wife of this mas," said Pandu scrambled the hair of Nilam who was pigtailed original.

"But tomorrow-tomorrow don't forget to tell you, let there is no misunderstanding like this again. Mas not do not believe in the same you, but the name of a human, must have crossed a bad idea when he saw such a thing,"

"Yes mas. I'm sorry to worry too. But I'm still in touch about my sudden plan!" The voice, which was originally soft, rose again when Nilam remembered the details of the Bus plan without his consent.

Bus who initially smiled sweetly was again made to grimace, when Nilam's face became sour again.

"I'm not, donk ... I'm sorry. What is a batalin? Ask your parents' house now?"

"Yes that's not it too, make parents ashamed," Nilam said. He was no longer crying, probably because he had reported his frustration.

"So what do you want?" ask Bus.

"Yes, we go home today, but remember tomorrow - mas can not gini again."

The smile of the bus came back.

"So you agree, don't you, baby? Our marriage hastened?" Nilam. Bas immediately pulled the body of his lover for him to hug tightly.

"Beloved, I promise to give you the perfect love,"

Nilam distanced his body.

"I don't want perfection, just complete my shortcomings. Because I also want to complete the lack of mas, so that I feel that mas need me."

"Darling ...." Bus was moved to hear Nilam's sincere remarks.

The gazes of the two clashing together created a strange sigh in their hearts.

Bas could not hold back any longer, he kissed the thin lips in front of him that were so tempting to the faith. Feeling no rejection from his lover, Bas deepened into immersing the ci**man, playing his tongue in the Nile cavity which also enjoyed the connection.

For a long time they twisted each other, until Bas felt a different reaction from inside his body. Afraid of crossing the line, he immediately stopped his advance. Staring at the friendly face that is now as red as a tomato.

Nilam looked down embarrassed, because this was the first time they kissed that deep. The bus, who knew that his girlfriend was holding him back in shame, took him back in his arms.

"Bag,"

"Hmm, uh,"

"If we're married later, I can still work, right?" ask Nilam.

"By the way, you will not curb your desires. Origin, remember set the time."

Nilam looked up, looking at his lover's face.

"Thank you, man,"