Temptation Sexy Neighbors

Photo shoot

Fandi stared at the empty dining table leaping in front of him. Inggit doesn't make him breakfast anymore. Even the work clothes were not prepared. Inggit did not enter the room as he thought. Inggit is really acting strange and Fandi does not like to see changes in Inggit.

Fandi did feel upset when Inggit tempted Fandi to impregnate him. But seeing this cold Inggit feels uncomfortable in Fandi. Fandi stared at the door of Inggit's room which was still tightly closed before finally deciding to leave for the office without waking Inggit first.

Hearing the roar of Fandi's car leaving the house, Inggit came out of his room. He was waiting for Fandi to leave. Inggit lazy to meet Fandi and prefer to pursue his hobby of making art from clay and also painting.

"Write!" call Dalvin. Dalvin is like Inggit. Deliberately waiting for Fandi to go to work in order to meet Inggit freely. Dalvin is like playing cat-killingan, just so that Fandi does not know he likes to tease his neighbor's wife.

Inggit came out of the house wearing relaxed clothes. Her hair was pinched originally upwards. His neckline with several strands of dangling hair makes his appearance actually amazes Dalvin. Natural and beautiful natural.

"Why, Mas?" asked Inggit lazily.

Dalvin walked into the grounds of the house of Inggit with his leisure. "I want to see what you're doing with clay."

Without permission Dalvin entered the house of Inggit. Dalvin likes the clean and well-organized Inggit house. Inggit actually did not like the attitude of Dalvin who would casually enter his house. Dalvin's shadow kissed him that night again flashed through Inggit's mind. Dalvin was a bit impudent even though his heart was good. Inggit followed Dalvin into the house.

"I made all sorts, there's pots, plates and mini sculptures." Inggit showed me his collection of art. "There are also some paintings I made in my spare time."

Dalvin approached the statue made by Inggit and was amazed by his work. "Wow, your work is so cool. Have a high artistic value."

Inggit who was initially upset with Dalvin's attitude now smiled at his praise. "Dalvin really knows about art?"

"I don't understand art, but I can see which works contain art and which do not. Your work is mysterious, like there is an implied intent in it. Why don't you just sell at exhibitions or art galleries?" Dalvin lifts a small statue made by Inggit. Dalvin was amazed by the ability of Inggit's hand in making a work of art.

"Sell at exhibitions or art galleries? Can my work be sold there? How's it?" Inggit interested in Dalvin's offer.

"Can dong. I have a friend who loves to do art exhibitions. He also has his own art gallery too anyway, I tried to contact him first huh!" Dalvin returned home and returned half an hour later.

"Git, my friend says you have to photograph your artwork. Let me send it to my friend later" Dalvin said excitedly.

Dalvin approached and placed both hands on Inggit's shoulder while looking into Inggit's bead seriously. "You have talent. Just trust me. The good judge or not is not you but other art lovers. There's no harm in that, aren't we trying? Come on, take out all your artwork. Let me take a photo. We're looking for a spot with good lighting."

Dalvin and Inggit are also busy arranging all art items handmade by Inggit. Dalvin has excellent photography skills. In the hands of Dalvin, various crafts from clay and paintings made by Inggit look interesting.

"How did it go? Nice no?" Dalvin showed the photos on his camera to Inggit.

Inggit admires Dalvin's shots. "That's great, Mas. Well, Mas Dalvin is good at photography. I didn't expect. My art looks so lively and interesting. Cool!" Inggit thumbs up for Dalvin.

Dalvin continued to look at Inggit who was scrolling through the photos he took. Inggit's eyes look so sparkling. The usually sad and moody England now looks alive and has something to achieve. Dalvin really likes this kind of Inggit, not Inggit who continues to grieve because of her indifferent husband.

"Do you like art?" dalvin asked without even turning his gaze away from Inggit. The incoming sunlight makes Inggit's face look very shining, very beautiful. Dalvin didn't want to blink his eyes just once. Dalvin is amazed by Inggit's beauty and so lulled by the charm he has.

"Likes, Mas. Very like. I've always liked getting good grades in art school. Maybe the blood art in me is so thick, I don't know. I never met my parents at all so I don't know if they're artists or not." Inggit returned Dalvin's camera. Both eyes meet. Dalvin's eye gaze was so obvious that he wanted Inggit.

"Ehem! Let's take a picture, Mas!" Inggit stood up and arranged his painting to be photographed.

Dalvin actually still wanted to look at Inggit, wanted to kiss him like that night but did not want his relationship with Inggit to be stretched. Dalvin chose to hold back his desires. "OKAY. Like your painting is against the sun. Try to get the position exchanged."

Dalvin and Inggit are engrossed in taking some more pictures until they don't realize Fandi's car has entered his garage. Fandi intends to take Inggit to lunch together to apologize again.

Fandi got down from the car and heard Inggit's cheerful voice and crisp laughter. The male voice that told Inggit left and right made Fandi curious. Fandi sped up and saw Inggit and Dalvin taking pictures.

Fandi is surprised to find Dalvin who tells Inggit to shift the painting to the left and see Inggit who laughs loosely. All this time Inggit never acted like that to him, why with Dalvin Inggit can?

"What are you doing, Git? Why is he in our house?" ask Fandi who can't control his emotions.

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