The Name Revenge

7

The man looked overwhelmed at the other chair next to him. To be honest, not being able to keep up with much of the energy Tarana was expending today. He was tired, if I could admit. Old man seems to be fighting the young at twenty-five.

"Dian! Your parents' house is missing!" Bian's left arm took a light hit once again.

"Oh, sorry." The man raised his lips in annoyance. "And, Tarana, I beg you, take your punches. My body is sick."

Tarana glances thinly, grazing ignorant to Bian. "If you remember."

After that, the car door slammed. Hurriedly knocked on Bian's door several times, yelling Kyla's name until Bian's ear in the car was too pengang.

Bian himself? Still quiet, gawking, not believing that Tarana could be like that. Seatbelt hasn't even been removed. But Tarana was already ngibrit first. "Basic, Tarana. All my life, I think you'll keep doing that."

"Aunt Kyla!!!" Several times Tarana accidentally knocked quickly asking for an immediate answer. "Tante Kyla, Om Liel! Tarana came here with Bian!"

Just a few minutes ago she acted like a female who wanted to pounce on people, now Tarana instead acted like a boy who was afraid of being kidnapped by a Bian.

Hey, Bian where does it look like a kidnapper? It took a split second for Bian to join behind Tarana. Put his chin exactly on Tarana's shoulder by keeping his fitting distance. "I'm serious about it, Tarana. If my body is all blue how?"

Tarana's rigid body reactions whenever Bian overreacts, he likes her. Every breath so broken because of it, Bian enjoyed it.

Not because she likes a tormented Tarana. But, I don't know. Bian himself could not define his heart as covered in a warm blanket. No, for the past few years. "Why don't you answer now?"

"Because I'm prepared to hit you on the head if you don't get out of the way" Tarana said snorting loudly. Throw away the remnants of his shame. Must be Bian reading Tarana's hair that's vertical uncontrollably. "Surge. I prefer you to be quiet and flat instead of acting this weird."

"Me and you, Tarana. Don't use me anymore. Uncomfortable to hear," said Bian closing his eyes, enjoying the fragrant perfume of Tarana.

"You still call me that I am" Tarana said. "And move! How about your parents see?"

"No, because ...." Distance per distance eroded Bian approaching. Thinning the wind and hitting Tarana backwards. Bian's hands were silent. Creeping on Tarana's waist, while the others fumbled at the back door.

It was the first intense touch from Bian. Had made Tarana buyak wild, but never mind also he enjoyed it. Together in the dark and quiet of the dark action, Tarana seemed to want to swim further on Bian.

****! He can't enjoy it! Her pelupukan fused repeatedly pull over the gelenyar that disturbed her. "B-Dian! Want what?!"

"You hit the bell, really. But behind you is a doorknob," replied Bian plainly.

Ting! The keg!

Such a small sound can make Tarana jump in shock. Until Bian could not hold the wide ridge printed on his lips.

Why is Tarana so shocked? Her cheeks also showed such a sweet reaction in Bian's eyes. Is Bian excessive, or is Tarana as attractive as that in the eyes of others? "My mom and dad wouldn't have come out if the bell wasn't pressed. That's why they won't be here."

Supposedly if the bell had been pressed, Tarana could have survived this corner, right? So Tarana still folded her hands in front of her chest. Behave like undisturbed even though his breathing was not controlled from now on. "All I know is that you are quiet. Not behaving like a playboy like this."

"I just like this to you, really," said Bian calm back. Comb the edges of Tarana's face to make it more free to see it. "To my wife. Am I wrong?"

"Polite, Tarana." Bian's nose runs into the tiny tip of Tarana's. Can't focus because he continues to be provoked by the ranum lips that he did not get from the wedding earlier.

Bian's stark confession apparently destroyed everything. The chemistry formed is destroyed. As a result Tarana refused to touch Bian's lips, and ordered him not to touch other parts besides the forehead.

Truly, the clever Tarana, or the overly innocent Bian? I don't know. In his mind at that time was also just obeying Tarana. There's nothing else. "Say it polite. Then, I'll try to consider it."

"considered?" reiterate Tarana offended. "really? Considering, Bian?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Bian Pramoko's. You don't start, yeah." Because of his anxiety, Tarana even deliberately removed some of their gaps again. It was challenging that Bian was brave. "Don't expect me to be polite with you if you're like this. Just do whatever you want without questioning what I want."

"I did it, Tarana," replied Bian kalem. "Then now you want me to obey you again?"

"Of course!"

"When do you want to obey me?" ask Bian shady. Soften her voice, at least so that Tarana does not raise her intonation. "I don't care, but I want feedback, Tarana. Is that wrong too?"

Dugm!

His head that was hit by the door leaf due to the pursuit of unification of the mouth of Bian did not hurt. Burned by his own anger, it was too late for Bian to say that. "Can you just shut up?"

"I was silent once, and it had a devastating effect on my relationship, Tarana," Bian said. "I don't want to repeat the same mistake, again, Tarana."

"Maybe twice," Tarana's errat.

"You mean?"

Clack!

"Eh?" Kyla tightens up under her bumbling mouth. "Mommy misread the situation, huh?"

"No, Aunt. Bener, really. Coincidentally his Bian was also done." The golden opportunity was not reluctant to be used by Tarana to get away from the grip of this vision. "Sorry disturb the nights, Auntie."

"Oh, no, really. Just come in, Tar, Bian." Kyla smiled half. Spreading the door to the right so that his son and daughter-in-law are free to tread in the area of his house. "Sit down, Tar. Mama make you guys tea first. It's cold, let's keep you warm."

"No, Tan. Hurry up too." Before Kyla's departure, Tarana intercepts him first. Showing an unpleasant grin that it is not polite. "Sorry, Tan. We're gonna go get Bian's son."

The arch on Kyla's lips faded like white paper. No more warm wrinkles as usual. Turning back to question where the information came from. "Yes?"

Confused, Tarana also twisted her neck to see the connection of the mother and child. While Bian lamented, then shook his head. "Don't take a week, Ma. A few hours after finding out he was mad at me for almost staying in Nataya here."