The Ojek That's My Soul

The mode ends in embarrassment.

🌵**Don't find the perfect partner.

Because the perfect Man is the only one, Rosulullah Muhammad.

Find a partner who can perfect your shortcomings, perfect your morals, perfect your taqwa.

Be like clothes for your partner, who covers up any shortcomings and also his disgrace**.

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Call nun dong, don't forget! "

he strangled two of Rojali's neighbors who were just glued to silence without action.

Make them both jump, then stroke the chicken breast, uh, each chest.

(You can also walk downstairs, if you panic)

He smiled under the blanket.

"Ta, but why not? " confused Endin while scratching his head.

At a glance, Mr. Erte glanced at the young man behind the blanket who only looked at his eyes and nose.

He also understands.

"Yaudah, we both go out first call sister ame doctor ye. "

They both rushed out.

There remained a confused Fatimah facing the person behind this blanket.

They want to be alone in the end too.

"What kind of sick brother is he? "

"Why is it in the veil that all the faces are the same as blankets? "

"When you can't breathe? "

Fatimah continued to ask questions of the young man who was huddled on the hospital bed.

There is no reason and no movement at all, making this girl even more riled up.

Slowly, he braced himself to remove his blanket.

"dude? "

(Duh, very long ago ah who called her sister, yes time that nurse way here her pake ngesot?)

Fatimah called once more, continuing to pull the blanket away.

"dude? "

All he saw was a pair of shady neutrals.

"Why cover all his faces? "

ask Fatimah while lowering her blanket to the chest.

He then retreated, fearing that Rojali would hear his heartbeat, resulting in this too close position.

"Because you don't want to, Adek look at your ugly face, "Rojali replied with a little throw his face to the side.

"Ck, again sick is also still thinking look? "

fatimah's tirade was slow but could still be heard by the young man before her.

Rojali responded with a small ruckus, he slowly shuffled around trying to change his position, grimacing in his stomach.

Fatimah who could not bear to finally advance herself again approached the position of the bed.

He hesitates, afraid of coming into contact with the opposite sex but pity.

Ah, in the heavy lema.

(Ck, this is what the doctor calls where to try!)

"Em, here I help, "

"I'm sorry, yes, " said Fatimah as she piled up pillows and held Rojali's shoulders and arms.

(Abang the sorry deck, it's mode)

(Name is also effort)

Don't ask how the two men's hearts are right now.

Maybe like a bedug that is tabooed when the night is rough, timid and unpretentious.

After her Fatimah retreated again, she deliberately turned her back on Rojali's position.

He also took as much oxygen, because for a moment he held his breath not to smell the masculine aroma of the young man.

The one on the bed is currently holding his own chest.

(Oh, his intention was to pretend stomach pain but, instead could be this real heart pain I)

(Basic guy tempe!)

(Where was the fragrance earlier, just his hands were a bit rough, is it because he was a hard worker?)

(It's so bini brother, I make your hands smooth deck, because your work just sniffed me aja)

He also messes himself with all his high-level fantasies.

"Is your brother better? " ask Fatimah

It turned out that he had turned around and was confused because he saw Rojali who was grinning while holding his chest.

Rojali was excited, because he was caught again thinking yes.

(Haha, the stare of you bang)

"Eh, i, yes Dek, it's light, "

"I'm sorry I got nicotine? "

he said while holding his neck.

Embarrassed?

Is shame.

"Temen Abang did not go back and forth earlier, "

"So let me call the doctor? "

advice Fatimah.

But when he was about to return to his body.

"Eh, where's Dek going? "

"Don't stay alone dong? "

he complained with a clear tone.

"Abis temennya brother not clear, "

"Partially, this brother must have been checked, "

kekeh Fatimah's.

"But it's okay now, really, "

prevent Rojali while showing that she is fine.

"really? " he looked uncertain, because not long ago it sounded complaining and looked in pain.

Why in an instant like not feeling any significant pain.

"Yes, really, "

"Romannye's worried about you, brother? "

telisik Rojali noticed the look on the face of this sweet girl in front of him.

"Worry is the sign of caring Bang, "

fatimah is trying to be diplomatic.

"Widdihh, do you care about the sign, dear Dek? "

"Ohai, my heart, "

"Cure is my pain, "

Rojali slightly hummed, excited by his own line of thought.

"Care is humane Bang, dear is relative, different is it? "

"Well, humans should care for each other, empathize with each other, "

"While dear it is, for the one who is as special in heart, "

obviously Fatimah was long at length.

Breaking all the Kegedean formulas of Rojali's taste.

Rojali only grimaced, enduring his disappointment, just as his heart felt lightly hovering in the clouds.

Turns out he's just going to PEDE.

(Two times ah)

(Pengen nggumpet only under the bed)

Sorry just to be up this way.

It's raining here, so it's all sundries.

Tetep support ye authority! 😎