The Charm of Mas Jaka

Professional Jockey

"Where are you two going?" ask someone who suddenly his motorcycle is parallel to the Dara motorcycle driven by Jaka.

"Sir Kades," Jaka said, nodding politely.

"Dad?" Dara's face immediately turned deathly pale.

"Please stop, Jaka!" exclaim Mr. Kades.

Jaka obediently and immediately looked for a place to stop, which was followed by his father Dara.

"Where are you going?" repeated Mr. Kades asking after Dara came down from Jaka's bonds, his father Dara did not seem to like to see them go alone.

"Both would take the invitation to his daughter Mr. Sekcam, Well," replied Dara timidly, as he approached the father.

Jaka who also got off the bike and stood next to the bike, nodded confirming.

"Will?" ask Mr. Kades.

"Yes, Dad."

"Why be with him?" cecar Pak Kades while glancing sharply at Jaka.

"Arini is Mas Jaka's friend too, Dad. Because the three of us have not seen each other for a long time, yes, we want a reunion," said Dara.

Jaka held his breath, the young man worried that Dara's father was scolding the lover.

"Oh yeah, Dad. Earlier, an invitation for Mr. Sekcam Dara brought all of you. Dad only gave it to Mr. Sekcam, but if you can not in the office, Dad," Pinta Dara who had prepared an invitation for Mr. Sekcam just in case, as asked by Jaka yesterday.

True, the invitation is now very useful. At least, Dara had a reason now when the father asked.

Dara immediately took the invitation from the bag and gave it to her father. Mr. Gondo received an invitation from his daughter, still with a visibly upset face.

"For Mr. Camat, said the mother, the father himself who will deliver," continued Dara, who justified the father by nodding.

"Come home soon, when your business is done!" tell Mr. Kades then.

Jaka breathed with relief because there was no need for drama, as he had worried about just now.

"Excite, Sir. Thank you," Jaka said politely.

"Dad, later if Pak Sekcam is at home, Dara calls Dad," said Dara, before the father passed.

"Hem," the fat man replied with a mutter. Dara's father immediately put forward his motorbike leaving Dara and Jaka.

"Neng, it's time to get even more involved. Come on, we gotta get to the clinic!" bring Jaka who is ready on the bike.

Dara rushes back up to the back seat, the girl holding onto Jaka's backpack.

"Are you ready, Neng?" ask Jaka.

"Already, Mas," replied Dara.

"Okay, we're going to KUA now, yes," teased Jaka with a smile. A sweet smile that shows the dimples of the simple young man, which makes Dara more captivated to Jaka.

Dara hits Jaka's arm slowly.

"Kok mukul anyway, Neng," Jaka protested.

"Mas Jaka anyway, wear say to KUA everything," reply Dara.

"Well, that was right, you said you were ready, Neng," Jaka's teasing became more and more.

"Ready to go, Mas," replied Dara. "Udah, ah .. come on, hunt!" Dara pursed her lips, which made Jaka chuckle softly.

"Not funny, you know!" Dara pretended to be angry, whereas in her heart the girl flowered. Dara is very happy because Jaka always shows attention and likes to tease her.

Yeah, it's as simple as Dara's love for Jaka. A love that does not demand luxury, but a love that accepts simplicity.

"Handle yes, Neng," repeated Jaka, before driving Dara's matic motorcycle.

Jaka immediately drives his vehicle, heading to Arini's mother's clinic.

Ten minutes later, the two of them had arrived at the parking area of the beauty clinic owned by Aunt Risa, Arini's mother.

Dara immediately got off the motorbike and went straight into the clinic, to meet with the owner of the beauty clinic.

Jaka waited for the lover, in the courtyard of the clinic, the young man then sat on the bench that had been available.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Auntie," said Dara's greeting to a beautiful woman who was chatting with one of the customers.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Aunt Risa. "Where, huh?" ask the beautiful woman later.

"Yes, Aunt. My name, still Dara and has not been changed by my father," Dara joked.

"Oh my goodness, Dara. You are you know, still like to joke," said his mother Arini, while chuckling. Pak Sekcam's wife then hugged Dara.

"It's been a long time, huh, we didn't meet?" ask Aunt Risa, after breaking a hug.

"Yes, Aunt. Two more years, since we graduated from school, "reply with Dara.

Come on, sit down, Dara boy!" bring Aunt Risa.

Dara glanced at the clock on her right wrist. "Sorry, Aunt. Is Arini home, Tan?" ask Dara.

"There, really. He said he did not want to go anywhere because it was in the wind again he said," his mother replied Arini.

'Alhamdulillah, Arini carried out the plan well, ' Dara's mind.

"So Dara's been there, Tan. But how lonely, huh? I called no one to tell me" said Dara, who had to lie.

"Cooking, anyway?" Her mother Arini who loved her daughter was very worried, afraid the princess why-not because it said that catch a cold.

"Yes already, Dara boy. Come on, let's see Arin!" take her mother Dara who rushed to snatch a bag of canklong and then immediately come out while holding Arini's hand.

"Sorry, Aunt. I brought a motorcycle with a friend" explained Dara before Aunt Risa told him to get into the sedan car owned by Mama Arini.

"Oh, yes, I have. We meet at home, yes," said Aunt Risa while waving her hand. The woman rushed into the car and immediately drove her small car, to go home.

Dara and Jaka also immediately went up on the bike, to catch up with Aunt Risa's car.

While at the residence of Mr. Sekcam, Bambang had removed his uniform and stored the official clothes on the capstock behind the door.

Arini was ready on the bed, the girl was not wearing anything.

If they usually play accompanied by a soft music sound, this time, the sound of the music was deliberately slightly hardened by Arini so that Bambang could not hear when there was a motorbike or car coming.

Bambang immediately approached the bed and looked at Arini with a hungry gaze, like a wolf looking at his prey in plain sight and ready to pounce on the prey.

Arini stretched out both hands while glancing, teasing Bambang. "Come, Mas! Arin is very much the same as Mas Bambang." Arini's voice sounded so seductive.

Bambang immediately climbed onto the bed and began to crawl onto the plain body of Arini, without a thread.

In just a few minutes, Bambang has been styled like a professional jockey who rides a horse and races his female horse quickly to reach the finish together.

"I'm almost there, Dik," said Bambang.

Arini nodded, the girl closed her eyes enjoying what Bambang was doing to her.

The sound of a long whimper both, ending the long session of horses in the style of Bambang and Arini. The breaths of both of them stung with sweat pouring out, soaking the innocent bodies of the two of them.

Just now Bambang rolled to the side, the door of the room was opened from outside.

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