The Handsome Ice Boy

Don't Fall in Love

Reza's on the doorstep of class IPA 3. The man immediately waltzed into the classroom and approached Mita who was wearing her backpack home.

"Hi" said Reza, touching Mita's shoulder. Intended to greet subtly but how keget Mita turned her body back to Reza. Be them looking.

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"Reza," Mita grunts while Reza smiles handsomely looking at Mita's red cheeks.

Mita pushed Reza backwards, the young man said. For fear of the condition of Mita's heart thrashing the woman waltzed away quickly home, while behind Reza stepped following her best friend.

"Can't be the same step as I'm the ck" decak Reza was upset

To be sure Mita asked, who else if not the girl, the school was deserted as well. Mita instead answered the girl instead speeding up her steps while covering her dead red face.

"False girls love nyuekin, '" the young man grumbled. "Mita woy waitin" Reza ran after the girl first until the parking lot was more precise in front of her motorbike.

Miss, how come the girl really quickly nyampe her distance from the ipa corridor to the parking lot will be far away. This kid is really magical running.

Reza comes to Mita.

"Lo why the hell, a huge spit of his running"

"Hunt," one word that makes Reza understand.

"Patience, I take a breath first, because lo nih"

"Hm,"

The girl reached out, fumbled something her pocket took and rightly, the girl took her handkerchief. Then he wiped Reza's temple which sighed in horror because of his actions.

Reza who closed his eyes for a moment, feeling his hand knocked out of his forehead, the young man opened his one eye and opened it wide.

Reza's and Mita's views meet again at close range. Mita occasionally tiptoes balance her petite body on the tall Reza.

Mita can feel the smell of masculine Reza, the young man smiled ignorantly but still look handsome in the eyes of women.

"It's still clean, isn't it, your handkerchief?,"

"Clean up" he said. Still busy wiping away the sweat, staring at Reza inside.

Sertak Mita immediately turned her gaze, turning to the side.

"Fall in love?,"

"Yes, same charm Reza Dermawansa Wilson" said Reza extended his name, winking one eye. Cie. start flirtatious Reza to Mita.

"Hehehehehe.. don't take, do lo to the height of the bang," refuted Mita's crisp laugh.

Reza just smiled faintly in response.

"Yaudah yok back in the night!" mita looked at Reza while the young man went up wearing a helmet, the man gave the helmet to Mita.

"Handles,"

Mita holds Reza's backpack.

"Mita's hold"

"It's a handle"

"This means, lo kayak gaja," he said as he pulled the girl's hand to the waist of the tall man.

Mita immediately hugged Reza, while puffing her lips. For some reason hugging Reza, she felt comfortable like never before.

"If it's gini, it's comfortable," muttered Reza smilingly looking at Mita through the rearview mirror.

Mita wanted to return the young man's smile, but she held it off until the girl felt normal again at her heart beating faster.

Brum.....

Midway, Mita tightens her embrace on Reza, making the man develop his smile seeing the spoiled side of the tomboyish chick.

"You want, you've got no security, huh,?" she yelled Reza because it was going to be home from work. So many vehicles running.

"Whatever," answered Mita put her head in the recess of the young man's neck who was again focused on driving the motorbike.

It's a girl in question and answer it's up, girl, thought Reza.

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