The Love In Cruise Ship

A kiss

"Why not wake me up!" protest Joe. He followed Erika to the taco dolores.

"You slept well. I can't wake you up."

"Mother didn't wake me?" ask Joe in English.

"Call mom too. What the hell is this," Erika mengedumel in heart.

"Erika said, you didn't sleep all night. So I let you rest for a while." I understand what Joe is asking. Dolores replied in Latin.

"Mom called him son. It's so compact, "Erika's inner again.

Fifteen minutes ago Joe found him asleep on the couch. On the front desk of the sofa was a glass filled with lemon tea that condensed, its ice began to melt. Erika had filled Joe's glass again, a sandwich covered in tissue paper with Erika's handwriting "I went to help mom."

"It's 9 o'clock now, go there. Do your job first," Dolores prepares tacos for customer orders.

"Mother kicked me out," whined spoiled Erika.

"It's not. You are here to work. Not helping my mother. Try to find it at the mall. Maybe the duvet's there. There are also in the market although it looks the same but the materials on the market are a bit rough. If you used to pesen the same tia griselda. Smooth sewing. The quality is the same as in the mall and of course the price is cheaper. Can be repaid 3 times," Dolores recalled when she happily brought home 2 duvets for her two children. And at the door his two children were waiting with big smiles. A very happy moment.

"Alright mother. I'll look for him at the mall. If not, I'll ask tia griselda. What can make it." (tia: aunty)

"We took a taxi. Save time," Joe's proposal was taken head by Erika.

Joe immediately intercepted the passing taxi. Erika changed the plan a little. The taxi he was riding turned past his apartment complex. Erika told me to stop in front of the moss-green apartment. The apartment is right next to his apartment. He went to the 1st floor. There he meets tia griselda. The slightly younger woman was sewing clothes in the living room that she had already juggled into her sewing studio.

"Erika Hola. Long time no see "sapa tia griselda friendly. Tia Griselda is the cousin of dolores. Erika often comes to the apartment just to stop by. Tia Griselda will make Erika's favorite chocolate cookies.

"Can anyone help you?"

"You know, I wanted to ask. Can tia sew duvet?"

"Of course it can be, baby. Look at almost all the residents of this apartment and your apartment has a duvet seam tia," tia griselda boasted.

"Later if I can't find it in the mall will she be able to sew me a duvet like this?"Erika showed an example of the picture she was carrying.

"certain. I need 3 weeks to sew it. Actually to sew it for at most 5 days. But to get such patterned material, I'll have to order it first, son."

"3 weeks is too long" Joe commented in English.

"Hola the young man. Sorry, being preoccupied with Erika I didn't notice you. "tia griselda felt bad. Although a little laid out, but Joe can understand the latin English accent tia griselda.

"no Problem" Joe fuses his index finger and thumb together to form an o.

Erika then pamit. The taxi was waiting patiently. The taxi took Joe and Erika to the mall. Erika ran to the bedding section. He found 1 duvet as in the picture. Immediately snatched him towards the cashier.

"Can!" exclaim Erika happy. He asked Joe to pay for it.

"Eat first." Joe catches Erika's hand who wants to escape, he then leads her to a restaurant that is not far from the mall. Restaurant with a cheerful beach atmosphere.

Erika was full, she walked slowly behind Joe. They walk on the road which is used as a heritage of the ship's pier. They could see the Happy star cruise ship leaning down gallantly. Soon after sunset, Erika wants to go back to her mother, help her pack up. But seeing Joe as daydreaming and enjoying the view of the ensenada in the afternoon, he undoes his intention to take Joe home.

Erika is fascinated with Joe, her long hair being blown by the afternoon breeze. His face was bathed in the sunset light. He looks very handsome.

"What?" Joe catches Erika enjoying the beauty of her body. Erika turned her face towards the leaning ship.

"I'm handsome right. Very very handsome," Joe brought his face closer to Erika.

"Curtain!" why did this man realize I was watching."

"Given me like that. You've been harassing me."

"Friday again the recess."

"Look, this place is so romantic. Suitable for those of us who are drunk in love. Let's spend some time here."

"I don't want to. I want to help mom ?clean the stall." Erika was about to move but her hand held Joe.

"You forgot our deal? Follow me, I said."

Erika who had a chance to rebel, bowed obediently. He was afraid that Joe would report to Hrd and fire him.

A little snapping and Erika obedient like a little dog asking to be fed.

"Kiss me now."

"What! No!"

"Now?!"

"I don't want to. It's in public. On the beach, a lot of people pass by."

Joe's gaze intimidated. Makes Erika obey. Both of his hands took Joe's face and kissed him. Figgle. Two kisses. It was a long kiss. Erika forgot her embarrassment. The passers-by didn't care what Erika and Joe did. They only look at it and then they don't care anymore.

"Be my love from now on?" joe's whisper in Erika's ear made her ticklish. Joe's lips dropped by on Erika's beautiful neck. Erika muttered indistinctly.

Kissing at sunset, with beautiful views all around. The blue ocean turns orange momentarily due to the reflection of sunlight. Slowly turning gray and black. Then a colorful dot appears. The reflection of the city lights Ensenada.

They did again and again a very smoldering kiss until Erika realized there was someone staring at them. But Joe's palm prevented Erika from seeing who it was. Joe was saying the words of seduction that made Erika complacent. He breathed greedily. Like I'm running out of oxygen.

"I've always loved this scent, the scent of lavender," Joe felt very comfortable whenever he smelled lavender from Erika's body.

When Erika managed to see who was staring at her. He was very surprised. Soon he let go of Joe's embrace. Tidying up his long, messy hair in the wind and a swipe of Joe.

"Primo!" erika panicked and embarrassed. (Primo: brother/mas).