Sweet Love The President

Chapters 18. Mars and Ayana

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Ayana squirms behind her thick blanket. He felt strange, why his stomach felt so heavy. The girl opened her eyes. He was surprised when he saw the face of Mars who was still asleep.

For a moment the girl fell silent as she stared at the innocent face of her severed lover. There have been so many problems that the two of them have faced lately. Starting from the arrival of Mars' ex-lover to the problem of Anara's last request.

'I don't want to marry another man. I just want to marry you. I love you Mas. Help me, don't let go of me. The only man I want is you.' Inner Ayana stroked the smooth face of sleeping Mars.

'Friends debate. Boss sucks. Mr Planet. Now he's a comfortable place for me to go home. May we be fooled. I'm happy to have you. My rusuhku's friend.' His mind again chuckles in the heart.

"Good morning." Greet Mars with closed eyes with a smile.

Sontak Ayana kept her hands away from Mars' face. He was embarrassed to be found staring at his girlfriend's face.

"Morning kiss first."

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"Hahha Mas amused Mas. Tingly." The girl laughed broadly as Mars' lips pressed against her face.

"Reply dong." Mars closed his eyes with a mouth.

Ayana bobbles her head. He returned Mars' kisses on the cheek and forehead. But the man held Ayana's throat and grabbed her lips.

Mars ******* Ayana's lips gently without demanding. He sipped a sweet taste in the rannum. Sweet lips of this lover.

Mars let go of his grill as he felt the air in their lungs both begin to thin.

"You want to kill me, man?" Ayana rubs her wet lips "If I die first you lose." Irritated omelnya.

Mars chuckles gemes. He pulled the girl into his arms and hugged Ayana mischievously to the point of upsetting the girl.

"Mas." Ayana snatched away "I want to get up, I want to cook." Say

Mars let go of his embrace. He looked at Ayana with love. How could he let go of this girl who owned his heart? Let's fight for life, Mars will fight for Ayana so that the woman does not belong to anyone else.

"Bring, let me cook." Mars got out of bed. He's still wearing a white shirt.

Kening Ayana wrinkled with wonder "You want to cook Mas?" Ask doubtfully.

"Yes. It's been a shower there." Mars pulled the girl slowly out of bed.

"Are you sure you want to cook?" Ayana still can't believe "Awas dirtying my kitchen." Threatened

Mars smiled knot "Have bathed there. Don't underestimate my abilities." He lifted Ayana's body towards the bathroom.

"Mas." Ayana hugged the man's neck.

"Bandy." Do not forget the brief kiss he landed the girl.

Mars breezed out of the bathroom and headed for the kitchen to cook their breakfast. Make no mistake, even if the rich man but Mars is good enough to cook just to fill his stomach.

While Ayana smiled as she touched her forehead. Then the girl held her lips. Although not the first time he was kissed by the man, but still his heart beats every time Mars kisses him.

"Mas Mars. Why did I suddenly call him Mas?" Ayana chuckles to herself. The call was reflexively coming out of his mouth.

But suddenly his smile faded as he recalled their problems. Ayana let out a long, heavy breath. I don't think he could grant her brother's request.

Ayana flushed her body under the shower. Hope the water can erode all the feelings that are currently running through it. Hoping that everything tired that hit his soul could soon just disappear.

Ayana came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest and bottom and a towel that rolled up her long hair.

"Hem." Mars bertehem. He folded his hands on his chest.

"Mas." Ayana's eyes were perfectly rounded

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The girl rushed back to the bathroom. How could he come out in this chest-naked state.

While Mars ngakak while laughing out loud laughing at his lover. She likes to fuck Ayana.

"Mas, what are you doing there?" Ayana protest "Out Mas, I want to wear clothes." His head was gushing out behind the bathroom door

Mars roaring heads. She went to Ayana's closet and chose clothes for her lover. Mars is grateful that Ayana is taking care of herself when it comes to dress. She wears simple yet feminine clothes and is not open.

"Mas, why did you open my closet? What do you want? You want to rob my clothes and then you sell them? Who knows if your money is over!" Tuding Ayana saw Mars who seemed to choose clothes in her closet.

"Ck, get rid of your bad thoughts, baby." Ketus Mars still had a chance - he glanced at Ayana who spouted her head behind the door.

"I don't want you to wear open clothes. Let me choose." His word.

Ayana grunts annoyed. The lover is possessive beyond limits. Not yet a lover but the rules from him really make Ayana dizzy.

Mars took a work clothes stellan in Ayana's closet. He wants to serve Ayana. The girl has always served her now let her serve Ayana.

"It's wearing it." He handed the clothes to his girlfriend.

"Thank you, darling." Ayana blinked her eyes ignorant.

"What did you say, honey?"

But Ayana closed the door with a big laugh.

"Dear open the door. What did you call me?" He banged on the bathroom door "Honey let's open I want to hear it once." Mars is not satisfied. Did he mishear Ayana call him dear?

Ayana came out of the bathroom in her full outfit. Her hair was dry with a towel in her hand.

"What did you call me?" Mars followed Ayana's footsteps. He still billed the girl's nickname to him.

"I'm calling you." Answer Ayana casually.

"Not." Mars snorted dejectedly "So you call me darling right?" Her heart flowered as Ayana called him dear.

"Darling?" Kening Ayana frowned in wonder "When I call Mas Darling. The feeling I'm calling you?" The girl seemed to be thinking hard considering when she called Mars with a dear call.

"So you called me darling." Mars still insists that Ayana confess.

"When? There's no." The girl put the foundation on her face "Quick shower Mas, today we have a morning meeting." Get Ayana.

Mars went into the bathroom with his bad face. He even stomped his feet with his lips pursed in irritation.

While Ayana laughed, she was satisfied with the man. Think of it as entertainment amid the chaos of his mind. Is laughter not the way to cover up wounds? Laugh so much that the wound is completely invisible.

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