The Mystery of Jovan Love - An Unexpected End
Part Two Eight
The Perfect Engineering
Lucky Mase's. All of Garuda High School no one does not know him. Not because he's the most wanted guy. Nor are the students who are handsome exorbitant, arrogant, intelligent, wealthy and ice-cold. Wasn't it! Lucky's not a refrigerator.
Lucky is a warm-blooded creature. Not a perfect male novel character who is cold and stiff. Lucky is not the author's creation that thinks the great man should be like a fish, cold-blooded. Lucky normal human like teenagers in general.
Lucky is 2 years older than all of his classmates. He's 20 years old. Having a posture like a 23-year-old youth. He should have been in the fourth semester of one of the universities. But left two years because when third grade SD and eighth grade SMP, did not go up class.
Lucky naughty since childhood. But in school, they do not become bad students. Normal, like all the others. He can smile, laugh, joke, get angry, offended, sad, scared, embarrassed and sometimes misbehaved.
Sometimes bad, sometimes good. Depends on the wind blowing. Children and teenagers should be. Labile and winds because it is still in the level of self-search.
It is a little strange if there are teenagers who suddenly have a constant, persistent and unchangeable nature. Unless he was born of stone. Animals and plants alone will experience changes in their development, let alone humans who are equipped with sense, lust and environmental influences.
Lucky was born and raised in Bogor. His Father was Teacher of Junior High School Sports and High School. His mother, Teacher SD. Both were Maluku-born. Lucky has an older brother and two younger siblings. Everything's boys.
Both of Lucky's parents settled in West Java, long before he was born. The teenager, who is often nicknamed the Ambon, is more fluent in Sundanese than his mother tongue. He had only twice set foot on his ancestral ground.
The facial structure, curly hair and sweet black skin are very reflective of East Indonesians. His stature is tall, stout and athletic inherited from his mother and father. That physical feature makes it easier for many people to remember and recognize a Lucky.
From tenth grade until now, Lucky and Jovan were always one class. Although not very familiar, they are also not too tenuous. The two often had a heated conversation. But not infrequently silence each other. They are close and familiar when both have interests.
Lucky's association was extensive outside of school. He is very familiar with the world of street and thuggish. He uses his sociable skills to protect the school and his friends from the attacks of other school students whose hobbies are brawling. As long as there is Lucky, no one dared to mess with all Garuda High School students
Sometime after leaving the hospital, Lucky parked his sports bike in the parking lot of one of the inns as well as a fairly representative restaurant.
Although not a star hotel, but quite nice, spacious and beautiful. About three kilo meters from where Bu Anita was hospitalized.
"What's the wait for him?" lucky whispered while sitting casually next to a 30-year-old woman who covered her head and part of her face with a dark pasmina, matching her cafe skirt and blazer.
"No," she replied, shifting her seat slightly. Gave a little space to Lucky who was cross-legged beside him.
Mother Fahira had more than half an hour waiting for Lucky in the gazebo of the inn. Lesehan place for visitors to Dua Mutiara restaurant and inn. The restaurant is always quiet above 9 pm. Although there is a closing letter at 24:00 WIB.
"You're sure Jovan's friends haven't seen you?" ask Mother Fahira while sipping a cup of coffee that is cold and almost finished.
"Safe, Honey. All according to scenario. Aldo has arranged and carried out his duties as planned. Just calm. Whatever it is, I will definitely run it with full seriousness. All for you, believe me!" Lucky reassured Mother Fahira while holding both hands affectionately.
"Not believe, just make sure. Anyway, don't let any evidence in any form, especially if there are witnesses who will screw it all up." Mother Fahira replied to the squeeze of a young man who had long been someone who was very secret and a little special in his bed.
"Hahaha, it's been a year of our relationship. Only Aldo knows, not too long ago. If you weren't careless, maybe no one would have known until now, hehehe." Lucky took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.
With a distinctive and well-trained style, Lucky ignited a fire and burned a cigarette that had been tucked in his thick, blackened lips due to years of cigarette smoke.
"You are also very good at kink and play in front of my husband, hehehe." Mother Fahira praised Lucky while wrapping her right hand around Lucky's waist.
"Well. Less what else, honey?" Lucky holds the pointy chin of Mother Fahira, "your husband who is a member of the council never suspected of our relationship. Especially the Jovan class? Small!" Lucky also stroked the nose of the sharp Mother Fahira who was kembis, happy.
"As you wish." Lucky lifted his lower body while fixing the position of his pants that began to narrow.
"The shop is up to you. No matter how, the important thing is that Jovan has to be quiet. Don't let him expose the incident that happened between me and him. Danger and can defame the Garuda Foundation. Even if I am not a teacher, I am still an owner. Whatever happens to me, inevitably will have an impact on the image of the school." The eyes of two different people look at each other, in a flash of lust that begins to burn the libido of both.
"It's safe, honey. Jovan will never discuss anything that happens between you. I guarantee 100%. Especially now that he's so dizzy taking care of his family." Lucky's convinced.
"Keep the money Aldo brought in has Jovan received?" Mother Fahira held a firm and thin mustachioed face, the masculine Ambon.
"Beres. 20 million is safe and gladly accepted by Jovan. Time with that kind of money he still dared to open his mouth. It can't be, right?" Lucky started to get a little agitated.
"You remain the best, dear," replied Mother Fahira proudly.
"Darling, I'm not strong. We're going to the room now, Yu! Tonight, I want something special from you." Lucky held both hands of Mother Fahira very gently. His eyes were so sad, so hopeful.
Mother Fahira smiled mischievously. He also wished so much. Not long after, Lucky and Mommy Fahira, walking hand in hand to leave the restaurant Lesehan which is still in one neighborhood with lodging.
Nothing is strange. Not the first they came to the restaurant as well as the inn. His security officer was even close to Lucky. Lucky and Mommy Fahira usually only a few hours rent a room there. Spend some time after lunch or dinner. But this time they intend to stay together.
The perverted couple, walking very leisurely. They did not even realize there were two pairs of eyes that noticed all his movements since he was still in the gazebo.
Arriving in the room, Lucky immediately stripped his shoes, socks, hoodie, shirt and trousers. Mother Fahira immediately took off her outer. Until leaving the purple lingerie that has been used since from his home earlier. The super tight transparent clothes perfectly wrapped her well-proportioned, beautiful and makeup body.
Mother Fahira stared at the body of a burly young man and sixpack in a masculine jet skin. Fine curly feathers adorn the arms, legs, thighs, abdomen, chest and empties into the waist of the front behind maroon underwear.
Lucky immediately pulled the sexy body of the Garuda Foundation's owner, in his hot arms.
"Darling, tonight, I don't want to use safety anymore. As you promised, this year I can fertilize your womb with my fertile seeds," Lucky sighed with increasingly hunting breath.
"Let's.... Lucky.ssst." Mother Fahira moaned spoiled while draping her hands on the neck of the young man her affair.
"I want to graduate from school and marry you, baby," Lucky whispered later as she kissed Mother Fahira's forehead and head.
“Kenpa should marry? Isn't it more like this. We can both enjoy each other and not interfere with the relationship with our respective pairs.” Mother Fahira looked Lucky in the eye.
“I want to be a good husband to you and have children from your womb. I'm tired of living as a street kid, honey.”
‘Hah! Who's elu? It doesn't fit us side by side. How could I marry an unemployed man and your model snot son! You have no brain! You're just a temporary satisfier. A nobody! the same with Aldo who is more handsome! You don't have glass at home?’ maki Bunda Fahira in heart while serving the hot kiss of the stud that began uncontrollably...
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