
Hot weather, hot sun is indeed not at all friendly this time. Even Ibra who was in a cool room felt the heat.
"Aaaeeehh, shit!! Why should I see that, "sorry Ibra hit his head slowly, his brain can not be invited to compromise.
The heat that was only limited to attacking the skin, now becomes a different heat and can not be defined Ibra. Sultry, from the inside and still torturous even though he had opened some buttons on his shirt.
Ibra closed her eyes, hoping her brain could forget how Kanaya looked. The disheveled hair, the sleepy face, the red lips and the bite still swirled in Ibra's mind.
"Stop, Ibra .. why is your faith so thin."
Whether because you have felt it or why, usually Ibra is able to hold back and not too much with many women even though it has been deliberately shown.
And this time is different, although Kanaya may be unintentionally and unconsciously how she looks, Ibra actually thinks Kanaya is deliberately torturing her mind in this way.
"You should be mine, Kanaya."
Ibra's determination is getting stronger, the man now stands up and contacts Gavin for more urgent tasks that he must do.
Pacing back and forth with slow steps, Ibrahim stared at the view of the city that was as hot as it was behind the glass. Hustle and bustle urban, make his brain hotter and have no other drugs than the one he had used three weeks ago, who else if not Kanaya.
"Preparate my marriage, Gavin .. as soon as possible."
His eyes glared far away, it could clearly be the truth. Given Kanaya's important identity and docomen, he had been able to do so since the beginning of their departure from Kanaya's house. Unmitigated, the Kanaya family evicted by throwing away all important documents related to Kanaya's life.
Maybe if the woman knew, anger was certain. However, that night all Ibra thought about was how to tie the kanaya faster. How to make the woman does not have the opportunity to run even if only a little from him.
"Married? You didn't say anything wrong, sir?" sahut Gavin across the street, all this was sudden and Gavin felt Ibra was joking.
"I'm not asking you to ask, just do it," he said coldly and felt Gavin's question was more disturbing than anything, he did not like to rule and then asked a lot.
Registering their marriage to the office of religious affairs is actually very easy for Ibra. But he meant to ask Gavin for help for more careful preparation.
After calling Gavin, the man left. This longing he could not bear in the end. Only a few hours apart but Ibra seemed to want to go crazy, especially after seeing the sleepy face of Kanaya on her phone.
The situation in the office has not been okay after the capture of the Wedirman by Ibra. But for that, he did not want to take a headache first because now his head is more dizzy by other things.
The man walked with the dignity he had always maintained, the smile he had not shown at all, and the sure pace that filled him with admiration.
"Kanaya, you're the one responsible for this," heed Ibra as he began to drive his car, slowly but surely and Ibra drove at a speed that had been steadily rising.
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"Who?"
With a rumbling heart, very afraid if what comes is a loan shark. Doubtful, but did not stop until now.
"Not the book?" ask Kanaya to yourself and really this whole thing.
Slowly, the fingers opened the door. He cannot think clearly at this time, for everyone can be evil and uncivilized.
Chequelek
"Can I come in?"
Unexpectedly, what he saw now was Ibra standing with sharp eyes towards him. The man was still very tidy, more presentable than when he was dropping him off this morning.
"Why come here? Not a day yet," Kanaya said astonished, she felt Ibra broke the promise, did not she say she would pick up Kanaya in a few days.
"Still alone?" Instead of answering, Ibra asked.
As soon as Kanaya nodded, the man barged in without her permission. Closing the door with a single move, and obviously Kanaya was confused to see Ibra's behavior.
"Why you?"
"Don't it have to be locked, Hm?" Ibra asked with a different look.
Grep
Within a second Ibra's hands were already coiled around Kanaya's waist. The man pulled him strong and their bodies were now at no distance. Kanaya looked up because Ibra was very different from her, looked at Ibra in panic and tried to let go of the man's embrace.
"Ibra, what-what are you doing?" kanaya asked nervously and her heart pounded more than the new year's firecrackers.
"You teased me earlier, responsibility, Naya." Ibra eroded the distance between her face and Kanaya's face, slowly looking down and staring fixedly at Kanaya's beautiful bead.
"Lep-let me go!! What responsibility, Ibra? I'm pregnant why you're the one asking for responsibility," said Kanaya, distancing her face, holding Ibra's chest with both hands, but it felt useless because Ibra's right hand was quick to take a step.
"It's not that problem, about you being pregnant I've promised responsibility, it's another Kanaya issue dear."
For God's sake he creeps, Ibra even more tightened his embrace even make Kanaya feel tight at this time. Why did he meet this kind of person.
"Ibra, sober ... You forgot where this is?"
"Conscious, your friend's apartment, he's gone and I've locked the door." The grin was thin, the eyes were sad as if demanding something, and the hands began to be unconditioned.
"Don't be crazy, you're making me cramped."
"But mine is more claustrophobic, Kanaya," he whispered right in Kanaya's ear, the base of the crazy is incredible, he thought.
TB