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Releasing the embrace, Litania pulled back Chandra's neck and landed a warm kiss back there. Chandra who initially looked surprised did not waste the opportunity in plain sight. It clenches Litania's waist and tightens the embrace. A kiss that starts soft but ends hot.

Releasing the pagutan, Litania and Chandra looked dull. The eyes, of course, are moving wildly. Both are filled with passion.

"You're bad now, yeah." Chandra said as he squeezed Litania's nose.

"That can't." Litania flicked her lips and pushed Chandra's chest away from her.

"No, it can't be."

The eyes of Litania. "What does it mean not to? I'm not attractive anymore, am I?" pissed Litania. Chandra's booming speech banishes Litania's wild fantasies in an instant. "Yes already. I went back to my room. Go back to Grandma's house."

However, Litania had not yet moved away, Chandra had caught her from behind with the crunchy ruckus of the man.

"Appaan, anyway. Not funny to know, no. I'm craving, not joking," ketus Litania. He hit Chandra's back. Wish it could escape. But again Chandra's rarity grew louder.

Directing Litania's body to face him, Chandra stared at the pouting face with a laugh. "Darling, you're beautiful."

"Appaan, anyway. I'm still mad!"

"You're good."

"No problem!"

"You are everything."

Litania is upset. He took Chandra's hand off his shoulder and crossed his chest. "Continue what does that mean?"

"I mean it .. can't be giggling." Chandra's perverted smile is etched clear. He's a litania's sour face. In an instant their lips sank into each other's rappings.

"Still craving?" ask Chandra after releasing the union. He wipes Litania's thin lips. While the eyes of course look at each other.

Litania. His face throbbed with the lips that followed twitching. He wanted to admit that his anger was just a joke. But the prestige to admit.

"Ciye .. there is a bucini," Chandra seduced, her eyes narrowed with lips that of course had carved a smile.

"What the hell. Yeah, it's not."

"I just ngapa. It's hard."

Litania shy. He broke free from Chandra's arms and wanted to leave. But just a few steps away, the handsome man was surprised by carrying him from behind.

"You're naughty. So it must be beaten," said Chandra. the tip of his lips lifted next to, without warning he raked again Litania's lips with a position still holding her.

Litania panting. His eyes stared at Chandra's deep irises. Eyeballs that can make it comfortable. There is comfort and comfort there. Litania no longer cares about age, she really has relied on Chandra and can not avoid being a slave to the man's love.

"Hazard me honey, beat me to drown."

And they're aye-aye uh ah oh in Chandra's office on the third floor. Haha. Don't sulk. Entar there is a special part 30+

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The Ariska residence. Media crews crowded in front of the little girl's house like waiting for BLT. So crowded though the simple house painted in faded blue where Ariska lived was tightly closed and there was no way to distribute help there. Holy hooch!

While not far from the crowd, Kinar and Litania looked agitated, they had arrived five minutes ago but had no chance of getting close.

"Where is this, how do we get into Ariska's house?" ask the impatient looking Kinar. He didn't even sleep all night because he wanted to quickly thank the brave girl. But desire is not in line with reality. She could only sit in the car, and be with Litania of course.

Sighing in frustration, Litania still stared at the focus of the crowd until Kinar patted her back twice. "Call your husband, please. We won't be able to handle this alone. Benefit your husband's power. He's the ruler."

Litania clucked. "You think I'm what? If my nature is so, I must have been morotin you for a long time. I wasep your blood until it dried and I dumped it in the garbage dump and I recycled it."

"Yes Salaam, very sadistic. The rich man, my papa. I am rich. Money is given. Anyway, ever since I hung out with you, I feel like a commoner."

Litania rolled her eyes lazily. "Yes, our clop. Commoners hang out with crazy people. The most avoided co-compacted couple."

Kinar chuckled for a while then looked back at the courtyard of Ariska's house. "Udah, ah! Don't prestige. Call your husband. I don't feel like waiting here long. I'm peelet Litan ...." Kinar looked agitated. "Do you want me to pee here?"

Litania is back. He grabbed the device from the bag and contacted Chandra. He told me his condition now without covering it up.

"Yes, you calm down. I'll call Ara. O yes, you be careful, do not wander, keep telling me if there is anything," said Chandra who was across the phone.

Litania assented and then smiled a little. Her husband sounds older when he is worried. "Granny's granny," he murmured after the phone connection was cut off.

Before long, a big motorbike—Haley-Davidson Ultra Limited—with super kece riders passing Litania cars parked on the side of the road. Looks cool artist with a beautiful face—Al Ghazali— is opening his helmet.

Litania and Kinar gawked. The two seemed to be agape with wild fantasies ruling them.

"Eleuh euleh, his eyebrows are very slashed, caterpillar cake," said Litania with a strange-looking smile.

"Ho oh." Kinar nodded with a face that was no less strange. The two girls seemed engrossed with perverted thoughts until Bambang cleared his throat, deliberately casting off the master's imagination. Women if already squirming clear-clear eyes directly ijo. Forgetting the husband, Bambang mind with a throbbing minute.

"That's Al, right!" pekik a reporter who happened to see Al Ghazali smiled and waved at them. The reaction of the reporters should not be asked again. Everyone's shocked. All the reporters and cameramen who were crowding in front of Ariska's house left the simple courtyard and headed for the rising artist. Famous actor who is the Ambassador of his company Chandra brand.

"Crazy, Litan, your husband is indeed the best. Ew! Look, he could've used Al for this diversion."

"I-iyah," replied Litania without blinking until Bambang again cleared his throat.

"Eh! Now let's go there. Mumpung deserted," asked Litania who was called a nod of the head by Kinar.

Litania's door was knocked and Ariska's sweet face peeked out from behind the curtain. Not sure what she was thinking, the girl opened the door and pulled Kinar's hand in and closed the door.

"Sister who was in the movies yesterday, right?" tanyanya. His face still showed surprise. A second later scanned the face and appearance of Kinar from top to bottom. Today it is no longer like a leopard but a tiger.

"You still want Brother?" Kinar and Litania exchanged glances and looked back at Ariska. The girl looks ordinary— plain white sweatshirt with knee-length jeans—but still looks unpretentious.

"Yes inget donk, Brother." Ariska smiling. "Let's sit down" continued Ariska again as she led Litania and Kinar to sit on her wooden chair. An honest house is just like the Litania house used to be, simple but still feels comfortable.

Suddenly, Litania missed her grandmother. Sighing long, Litania looked at Ariska's face closely. "Are you alone, by the way? Where's your grandma?"

"Grandmother's in the room, sister. Not feeling well anymore."

"Couldn't you? What pain? We're getting to the hospital, okay?" sela Kinar's.

Ariska shook her head, her smile rising, looking so beautiful. It doesn't seem to have a burden. Though the girl has gone through a bad day because of Alex and is now terrorized by the news hunters.

"No need, brother. Grandma said she wasn't feeling well. I was taking medication, though. And now rest in the room." Ariska looked back at Kinar and Litania in turn. "By the way, this two of you why did you come here? What's the need? There's a reporter outside, so there can't be?"

Kinar smiled angrily and told me everything, from the bitter experiences of childhood to the deep-rooted grudges. He also thanked her for the courage of the little girl.

"By the way .. Do you not want to move schools abroad? If you want, Kaka can grant it."