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"Iiiiyeeeessss,,, Yeesss,, Yessss!!!!"
Dion bent both elbows and excitedly lifted one leg and pulled the two elbows down.
"Yesss,, Married again. Joni finally got into action again. Halal Jon,, Halal will,, Time to test the Joni has not abis tokcer treatment here and there. Don't be ashamed of me again, Jon," Dion rubbed his own section of the television that had been taken.
Dion soon realized that his actions were noticed by several prison guards whose own smiling smiles saw him.
"Ehem,,, Ehem," Dion fixed his tie and suit and walked upright and perfectly as he did every day. Classy and elegant.
The guards just stifled a smile to see it go by and then as Dion disappeared at a direct turn they laughed out loud despite not knowing exactly what Dion was thinking.
For them Dion was nothing more than a perverted man who was forgetting to wipe his swab in an unworthy place.
"Damn I must have been the laughingstock of them earlier." grumbled Dion.
Dion walked quickly to his car in the parking lot. Get in the car and start the engine. The wind blowing AC car makes himself feel more relieved after walking far enough to be able to get to the parking lot. It made her sweat because of her formal attire today.
"Ok done,, melt the heart of the future-in-law done" said Dion as he loosened his tie.
"Gue kabarin Darren. Let's be happier and not sick anymore." Dion pulled out his phone and called.
"Where is lo?? From now on you didn't contact me. I'm worried." cried Darren.
"What are you worried about me??"
"Axiety. Why are you also confused."
"What are you worried about??" Dion doesn't understand.
"Gue was worried that you were going to the river because your love was rejected again hahaha,,,"
"I'm not really me. Anyway, yes, where there's a rich, handsome Dion story who's rejected by girls."
"Shocky!! Is the result really Karin nerima lo??"
"Lo guess what, if my voice is sweet and I'm happy again right??" Dion's voice was cheerful.
"Asiikk,, what's the bokap??" darren didn't want to be too happy.
"Yes I'm afraid, I'm so!!!" exclaimed Dion bragged as if he had forgotten he was also in cold sweat in front of his future in-laws.
"Alhamdulillah. So when can Joni capcus??" ask Darren.
"Soon's. No old use. I agree, don't you think, wait, what?? Help me to prepare everything. Can you lo?? You're cured so you can be a useful human for me once in a while." Dion murmured but joked.
"Yes, I'm ready for everything. I paid for everything too. Think of it as a gift for your wedding." exclaimed Darren.
"Lo is the best Dare, Thank you Dare. I'm not going to refuse hahaha," Dion laughed at the free wedding in Paris. Not without money but that's their friendship, Nothing and no rejecting.
"Damn lo,, free spins lo demen. I will tell the children also if this Dionnya om has sold out again. The flash sale ends hahaha," said Darren, hanging up the phone.
"I thought I was the stuff of the child,,, you know," Dion grumbled to himself.
"But no papa, the important thing is to get free" he said happily.
"Ok, what, now??" Dion thinks what else he needs to do in addition to informing his parents as well.
Dion started browsing on his phone who knew there was a meatball near there. Up to nearly ten minutes of browsing and can not find a single culinary place that provides Indonesian-style meatballs.
Dion is starting to be pessimistic.
"It's not funny if I'm out of wedlock because of meatballs." really back to tinkering at the screen of his phone.
"Aha, can also. Although not one hundred percent the same as meatballs in Indonesia, I hope the bocil will accept this." he said once found a meatball-like culinary.
The basic ingredients used are obviously minced meat and round-formed spices. Equally unfruitful, French-style meatballs are usually served with red wine and tomato sauce.
"Way only later the leak,,, Use the seduction of death so that it can still receive this meatball. Anyway you calm down Jon,, you will still be able to exercise." Dion wiped his back.
After that Dion drove his car to the restaurant that sold the Paris-style meatballs. The expensive price is not an important problem, the leak can be happy first with the good news he brought from prison and a serving of meatballs of course.
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"What is that manyun?? Om papa has made an effort to make dapetin that bocil want. At a price dong his business,, even cooking is so anyway??" Dion squeezed in front of Karin who was only bitter to see what Dion had brought for her.
"It's important that you agree with our relationship. Cook now because the meatballs want to fail the marriage is Karin dear??" asked Dion who was starting to feel anxious because Karin's expression really showed disappointment.
"Rin,, Bocil, by the way, dong." Dion pulls Karin's arm.
"Of course, papa has chosen Karin." - Karin.
It's been me, it's, uh,,
Bocil crab,,,
Because of meatballs??
Jesus, what time am I living??
What age am I,,,.And I got fucked up with this leak.
If I don't love you, then,,,
Hmmm,, Patience Dion,,,
This is just the beginning.
Not to mention later if the fit of this lo lo cravings because of pregnant lo children,,,.Aren't you??
So you must be self-biased,,,!!
Dion patted the eel with Karin's lull.
"Trus Om Papa must how else let Karin not gini?? It's not fun dear, dear, just as the day we get blessing but even Karin kayak gini same om papa." Dion's deadly seduction began to come out.
"Karin tuh ngambek not because meatballs om papa bawain not the same as meatballs indo,," Karin murmured.
"Well because of what dong??" Dion's surprised.
"Because papa only bring and open the package for Karin. Papa kan mustnya bribe Karin also dong!!!" Karin craved it spoiled and it made Dion even more anxious to him.
"Oh gituuu,, asking to be bribed turns out???" Dion just understood what the leak wants.
"You know, you are bocil, Now I bribe you lo meatballs, later if it is halal I bribe the Joni lo ya,, Let all of you be satisfied. Not the minced meat I love anymore, but my flesh huh," Dion murmured in his heart but patiently fed his beloved baby until he finished his meat.
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