The Complicated Path of DESTINY

17.Who

" Mister." cried Ayya surprised when Zakky was now standing right behind him.

" Need help do not be so' prestige" said Zakky helped open zipper dress Ayya, although a little groggy but he still did it.

For a moment Zakky was stunned staring at Ayya's smooth back that was slightly exposed making her blood rustle.

" Mister." reprimanded Ayya when he felt the absence of Zakky's movement. He was also groggy let alone looking at Zakky's eyes from the mirror reflection made him shudder in horror.

" Can't don't don't call me don't be like that anymore" Zakky looked at Ayya through the reflection of the mirror.

" Me, what should I call sir" with groggy Ayya returned the gaze of Zakky who looked at him through the short story.

" It's up to you." replied Zakky made Ayya grunt, it turns out his nyebelin attitude still exists.

" Yes what sir, I don't know" Ayya replied to make Zakky sing his lips make Ayya anxious himself.

" Ck. You can call Kaka, Mas or Abang up to you. lest the father look like I am aging" said Zakky make Ayya more anxious, and more anxious, is this his true nature is so adorable isn't it.

" All right from now on I call Mas aja how" said Ayya make Zakky smile.

" If it's a pucketan dong Mas, I'm already sultry" Ayya disperse Zakky daydreams.

" From now on don't be too formal" Zakky said grabbing Ayya's dress zipper.

GLEKS....

Zakky's throat was choked when he saw Ayya's smooth back. "O Allah strengthen my faith" Zakky strengthened his heart. Slowly, the zipper of her dress opened revealing her perfectly smooth back, until Zakky subconsciously touched the smooth skin, Ayya who was surprised could only close her eyes, it was beyond her expectations.

" I'm sorry." said Zakky and stepped into the bed.

Ayya gawked in disbelief staring at the departure of Zakky who now laid his body against Ayya. It was quite unexpected, he thought Zakky would ask for his Rights but even asked about Ayya's readiness alone did not, did Zakky really not want it at all.

Not wanting to think too much about it, Ayya chose to change her clothes despite constantly imagining Zakky, Ayya tried to brush him off.

Ayya stood not far from the bed, watching Zakky who was sound asleep. Slowly, Ayya climbed into the bed feeling awkward.

" It was fortunate that he had gone to sleep" Ayya muttered, turning her back to Zakky, who was also on his back.

Slowly, he went down the bed to the Balcony while holding his cellphone, a few minutes passed now the telephone connection reads.

Tutt's...

" Yes Hello." replied Zakky slowly.

" Lu why the hell, from the cave telfonin gk raised" upset someone attacked the phone.

" Sorry the cave was busy" Zakky replied a little nervously.

" Tumben's really, but you're not hiding anything from the cave" the question made Zakky die of fleas.

" However, it just happens to be busy" replied Zakky trying to neutralize his feelings.

" How is it better" asked Zakky to switch the conversation.

" It's good." replied someone.

" Which mother" asked Zakky not immediately answered the man.

" I slept" the answer was.

" Yaudah, sleep also gih do not forget to regularly take medicine, let the spit is healed" said Zakky.

" Don't forget your promise, Ky." said the man at the end of the conversation.

" Yes." replied Zakky slowly before turning off his phone.

" Amafin cave" Zakky's inner self after the connection was cut off.

Serialize.................

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Have someone call Zakky..