The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 77. Sneakily
Chapters 77. Sneakily
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From Author: Again this is the Adult Romance Novel (Adult Romance Novel), if you like read more if you can not skip. Stop for out-of-place comments.
Mommy love everything 😘😘😘
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It is recommended to listen to the song Naff ~ Remember me, while reading this part
The cause of this love
Drown me in the deepest sorrow
Empty heart feels
You left me even though I wasn't willing
Was it my fault to this day?
'I'm still hoping you're back
Maybe someday
You find it happy even though 'not with me
If you don't come back later
Remember me all your life
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Abhimanyu
Abhimanyu ate in silence, and so did Dhira. " Eat a lot of gold, you look a little skinny!" Dhira tried to strengthen his heart when he said that.
He did not look after himself, again his life in the rain of bitterness reality about women. Ask in the heart, what was the mistake in the past so that fate so struck him at this time, or indeed he who is not wise to just make sure to the woman he loves. For a moment he felt sorry for himself.
She ate in silence, watching Dhira's face look so swollen, maybe she was crying every day she thought. He still did not want to open his voice to just ask about the man he brought when he was at Patrick Star yesterday.
"I'm done, I'm waiting inside!" abhimanyu said pushing the white plate plan that has been slippery toilet.
Dhira nodded, he half-deadly endured the turmoil of grief in his heart. Why was he so weak in front of Andhira
He smoked a cigarette in an open room in his room, his eyes narrowly facing a stretch of urban buildings there. Wiggling for luck.
"Mas!" the woman seems to be done.
Abhimanyu patted the sofa nearby, as if telling him Dhira to also land his body next to Abhimanyu. According to Dhira, he sat himself beside Abhimanyu.
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Andhira
The silence of Abhimanyu certainly makes his heart ache, the attractive man is like not being him. It was like being in a stranger's place. They just kissed each other.
"Mas!" he called Abhimanyu who seemed to enjoy the smoke. The entire room was filled with white smoke rising upwards.
When Abhimanyu asked him to sit down he complied, maybe it was time to talk.
Dhira also looked at the expanse of skyscrapers that became the view of Abhimanyu room. " The man's name is Arya!" Dhira.
Abhimanyu was still seen smoking his cigarette deep, not taking his eyes off. " Mommy's health is deteriorating behind this, sorry we can only get here!" Dhira refrained himself from crying even though his eyes were heating up, he bit his lips to reduce tightness.
"Since when?" Abhimanyu scratched a cigarette that was still long, indicating that he was also angry.
"Three Weeks and your mother immediately agreed, while I was already ...." Abhimanyu shook his head in disappointment while smiling bitterly.
"He's a friend's son!" Dhira was still staring at Abhimanyu who seemed to be holding back anger as well.
"And you like him?" now Abhimanyu dared to look at Dhira.
"Come on Dhira, you I'm not the kid that should be all this arranged!" Abhimanyu.
Dhira knew what Abhimanyu said was true, but what about his mother. He had disappointed his mother. Moreover, seeing his mother sick every thought of him, he felt so sinful again.
"Sorry, I can't. You can hate me because I deserve to hate!" the defense of Dhira ambrol, he can't stand it anymore. What could he be if it was like this. After all, the old man is the main lord.
Abhimanyu hardened his jaw, his heart was broken. The dream that he had lace torn with nothing left, his imagination immediately scattered, shapeless lacerations.
"You love me?" Abhimanyu stared at the teary-eyed Dhira.
Dhira remained silent.
"Dhira's answer?" Abhimanyu raised his voice.
Dhira nodded," I love you!" dhira's voice trembled jokingly with tears.
For a moment Dhira even thought if he was an ancient believer, if love should not have.
"Then I'll get you out of here!" Dhira rounded his eyes, he realized that the man in front of him had power and of course...Reckless.
Dhira shook his head, "I'm saying hi!" dhira lirih.
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Abhimanyu apparently also had tears, from trying to hold himself to a solid defense, but the woman in front of him was his weak point. He pulled the woman away from there.
In the rush of tears, he kissed Dhira's lips, in grief they vented the taste, Dhira closed her eyes that were still wet with the crystal liquid, he wanted to really remember the taste given by Abhimanyu. The feeling that after this would never make his heart explode again.
As if Abhimanyu did not want to release Dhira, he grabbed the woman's body into his arms, kissing deeply. As if implying that he didn't want to part, he really didn't want to.
Abhimanyu's hands began to guerrilla down Dhira's waist, he buried his face in Dhira's chest. Gently peeking at the woman's neckline, Dhira let out a sigh enjoying the extraordinary touch of Abhimanyu.
Abhimanyu kissed Dhira, while leading the woman to the bed, Abhimanyu thought the sofa would not be able to support the weight of the two of them if they had stomped each other's body he thought.
Dhira had landed on the spring mattress, Abhimanyu dumped his clothes in any direction, he even tore Dhira's shirt making the button of the woman's clothes scattered. Abhimanyu stared at Dhira who was now wearing only his underwear.
Dhira, who could not fight, also looked at the handsome face that he would soon be able to see as someone else. " This one..." Dhira felt they were too far away. Abhimanyu did not answer Dhira, as if saying that Dhira was his, hinting that Abhimanyu would not be willing to go for a farewell.
The kisses and sips on Dhira's body were almost evenly distributed, Abhimanyu kissed the top of the chewy object belonging to Dhira, making Dhira sigh in the morning. He couldn't resist that crazy, fun offer.
He felt his groin that was already moist, apparently Dhira also missed him. Abhimanyu moved to snatch the lip back, his hand opened the groin of Dhira, a stiffening manhood accidentally nudged Dhira's thigh. It makes the woman crumble and feel like she is electrocuted.
Great and lovable, emphasizing the might of an Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu punched Dhira using an important object that he was always proud of, Dhira sighed along with the rhythm and tempo accelerated by Abhimanyu. The same taste, the taste that has not changed since Abhimanyu tracked the woman's body. Intending inwardly, she would never let go of the woman, without having to make Dhira feel guilty to her mother.
The beat in the fast tempo still happened, Dhira could even see Abhimanyu who wanted to coup him, the faster he felt his body was boneless. Abhimanyu immersed and blew his seed so much, his body stiffened, momentarily tightening his embrace to Dhira. This jumped Dhira is not like their plan. The startled Dhira immediately encouraged Abhimanyu, because Abhimanyu usually did not sow his seeds in his womb. He always spreads the seeds over the flat stomach of Dhira.
Abhimanyu smiled, don't call him Abhimanyu if he can't win this race.
"Bag!!!" Dhira became anxious.
"Let's see who wins!" Abhimanyu's whisper made Dhira frown.
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Abhimanyu dreamed of himself being able to be with Dhira. But, would he be able to win the game of destiny even in his way?
