The Love of Kalila

The Angel Is...

Lila decided in her heart to follow them. Okay, initially successful. He found the door. Just, the atmosphere is strange. There was no aura at all. Quiet, and impressed private.

"Widih, this is the hotel," he murmured softly as he realized his place was. Surprisingly, the atmosphere is very quiet. Isn't the hotel entrance going to the lobby? Many dong must be there. While the young man he had been following, walked slowly. Kissing in the hallway corridor that no one.

Wait, his male back looks familiar. It felt like the back of a man he called a bidadara at the airport some time ago. "Navadara?" He was curious about the owner of the back. Lila tried to move her body following the front of the man to confirm his identity. So that strange shadows no longer appear and he also does not speculate excessively. Although he was sure of a hundred, ah not a thousand percent, that back belonged to the soft-hearted and gentle bidadara he had met at the airport. "See here please, bidadara. You who?" his prayer in his heart begged meekly if what he believed was not the person before him now.

But it was not his mind that was wild anymore, but the two young minds that were getting wild. They kissed intimately. Before long the man's hand that was on the nape of the woman, spread out to explore the body and get to the buttocks area. Then he squeezed it. Pulling a skirt that is only the size of a fist from the intimate part of the woman. Well, Lila must admit, the woman has smooth thighs. Therefore, the man's hand has landed on the front and in the female sex organs. Plus the kiss was getting heated and there was a tongue struggle there.

"Anjrite. They want to****?" subconsciously Lila let out a voice that must have been heard for the size of the desolate corridor that was uninhabited. The young man stopped their sacred activities and turned to the origin of the voice.

There was no place to hide, not even a seinchi wall was friendly to protect his body from the glare of the eyes that was also familiarly felt Lila pierced the entire flow of blood.

Marcel finally recognized the figure of the woman who interrupted his fun time. Yes, yes, Marcel. The man Lila had seen was raging with Marcel's lust.

Then Marcel left the woman he had been holding freely only to approach Lila who looked confused because of his actions. Lila is shocked by the seductive greeting Marcel throws at her. "Hey pretty, come here to find me? Or want to join me?" A strange smile came out from the corner of his lips.

"No, I didn't mean to follow you. I just want to go to the mall. Follow people to come in and get here" Lila denied.

Marcel again smiled strangely, which Lila could not understand the meaning of the smile. "If you want to go to the mall, not here the entrance. You can go up one floor with the elevator, then you will meet with the ground floor of the mall. If I'm still confused, do I need to be with you, Lila?" marcel asked back teasing.

Lila did not realize her name was called by Marcel's lips were red and thick looking bottom. He focused only on the exit path that would free him from this awkward situation. Even after she found out where she was going, Lila immediately escaped, until she forgot to say thank you. Never mind thanking, seeing the face in front of him was reluctant, because he was already overcome with fear.

"Women who don't know thank you" Marcel muttered with a small smile. Not to forget Marcel reached into his pants pocket, looked for a cell phone and immediately contacted someone.

"Lea, to the parking lot now! Lila's in there!" marcel said after Lea answered the phone.

Forgetting the original purpose of his arrival to this mall, Lila hurried out and visited the parking lot again. Heading towards his motorbike and preparing to leave even though his hands and body were filled with great vibrations. Unfortunately, he forgot the license plate and the brand of motorcycle he was riding. All he saw in the key was the symbol of one of the Japanese motorcycle brands Hando. Yes times, Hando many other models and brands. When he got stuck in the parking lot.

Pondar mandir not clear himself to pay attention to every motorbike bearing Hando. Ah, he finally found one clue, red and black. The bike was red and black. "Goblock, there's a STNK!" he again cursed himself.

After remembering that he also brought the motorcycle STNK, Lila became a little calm, slowly he looked for a motorcycle with the license plate number listed.

"Meet!" she said so happy. Although actually the time he needed to find the bike was already spent 20 minutes more. But it doesn't matter, the important thing is, get out of this place and don't come back.

Engine motor turned on. Out of nervousness, Lila grabbed her gas handle and accidentally lunged towards the luxury car that had been parked in front of her motorcycle. No logic, right? But this is real. The parking lot was indeed quiet and was occupied by several cars and several motorcycles as well. Well, her name Lila got lost to the wrong floor, she parked in the wrong place anyway.

"Kriiieeet.." there was a squeaking sound between the brake handle of the motorcycle and the body to the left of the impolite Porsche. Hearing the commotion coming from his car, the owner went down.

"I'm so damn," muttered Lila slowly after a woman he had seen somewhere was the owner of the car.

"Arrrghgh.. My car!!!" screams splashy. "Anj***you, my car are you any scratched long gini?" The woman is still angry because she knows her car has a long striped fresh white tattoo that is about 40 cm.

"Sorry, I don't know your car is parked out front. I'm fucked up too. Can not control the gas," explained Lila who was filled with worry. It must be expensive if you want compensation, he thought.

"Do you know how much the replacement cost? Gini if I take it home too must be berated bokap me, idiot!!" the woman was crying so much.

"Sorry, Brother. I'm scared too."

"To the police station alone, you obviously in the police station there," the female lead did not want to accept Lila's apology.

"No, Brother. Please don't!"

"How serious? You want some compensation?" challenging that woman left Lila helpless. His body collapsed, his legs were squeezing. Unaware of what he was doing, and not knowing what he was going to do. Crying is free, anger is useless. The wrong thing remains wrong. The problem is, Lila does not know how to solve this problem.