THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTER 73. MOTORCYCLE GIRL BUTUT
The title of this morning's article is still frenetic discussing the marriage of Mr. Verrel, on social media and gossip news in electronic media did not want to lose giving response and nano-nano spice to raise the rating. Frans had already controlled the news, he smiled forming a grin. He was satisfied because all the news was safe and worth reading to the general public.
Time to find food first, because the big master changes all schedules forced to skip breakfast at home, said Frans. Right at the intersection of a road, suddenly there was a motorcycle that slipped from the side of the car that Frans was driving. He immediately stepped on the brake, while the motor in front of him fell. It appears that someone still wearing a helmet is trying to stand up.
Frans got out of the car but the man hit him first. “Hei! You can take the car or not, huh?” it sounded like a woman's voice. Frans watched the man wearing a knee-length skirt and saw his appearance as an office clerk.
He opened his helmet, his knees bleeding, Frans quickly pulled the city of P3K out of the car. When he turned his face to look at the girl, he was stunned for a moment ‘this girl is sweet too. Her eyes were beautiful similar to the eyes of the great mistress, she muttered.’
“What's see in my face? Om fancied?’said the girl.
“Sini, I treat your wounds first,” Frans said.
“Eh. They have no ethics. It hit me instead of apologizing,” said the girl who was none other than Rosa.
“Your knees are bleeding, that's more important! Apologize for what? The wrong thing is also you koq,” said Frans who felt innocent. The girl slipped from the side of the car and fell.
“Udah-it does not need to be treated. Here pay the restitution, I want to go to the hospital! If the om who treats instead of recovering gets rabies,” he said ketus.
“Don't call me om. When did I get married?”
“Halooo. Self-conscious if I had an aunt, she would not want the same om. There are no saucy as well.” said girl iut grunt.
Damn this girl. It was so sharp his tongue. Handsome man I say ugly. Just watch out for you.
“This is your mobile number. Just send your butut motorbike to the workshop later I transfer.”
“Om..do not mode yes. Pake ask for a mobile number again, just say you want acquaintance.”
“Iya all of you. How can I compensate if your name is not known?” answer Frans.
“This is my phone om, I entered my number,” unknowingly he took Frans's proffered phone and saved his phone number following his name. Frans' lips lifted, Rasain you jutek girl.
“I don't want to know ya om. All this change, rearview mirror loose, this paint peeling again.”
“Indeed your bike that has been butted, why should I take responsibility all?” tany Frans's.
“Yaela. Let's see, my motorbike is damaged like this because of om. Anyway om have to bear all the cost of repairing my motorbike,” he said then started starting the motorbike and went from there.
‘Ashik...hari yenggol good luxury car is not me who is sued instead I demand him. ha..aha..ha..ha...ahhhh. Let the om-om bear all.’ He smiled broadly as he drove his bike back to the office.
...**...
‘Arrgghhh” Dahi Verrel frowned as the muscles inside gripped her firmly, as if giving a reflex massage blinded her senses. The man groaned pulling one of the pillows to put under deandra's waist.
“Thanks to your waist dear,” her orders and Deandra nods. From this position Verrel could feel another alluring sensation. This position gives an effect that is not kidding for Deandra. The two closed their eyes, moaning, sighing enjoying each other's reciprocal movements.
Verrel grinned, he added to the rhythm of his movements wildly to make his wife scream deliciously many times. The two brides got released many times as if they did not feel tired. Deandra arched her back, along with the massive explosion simultaneously. The two were panting with blind thumping.
Tell me that Deandra's crazy. Because he enjoyed his union with Verrel, he often led their union. Without any more embarrassment, sometimes he asked and begged the man. Verrel was still lying on his wife's body. There was no intention to move, until finally Deandra asked her husband to move places.
“You tired?” ask Verrel who has withdrawn. Deandra replied with a weak nod. Her lips closed tightly and began to breathe normally. She was indeed weak because she served her husband's wild passion for the past few days.
Especially yesterday, Verrel asked to be served several times with a pause of only twenty minutes. Which wife doesn't get tired of serving a wild husband like Verrel. Although Verrel did it slowly so as not to hurt his pregnant wife.
“Rest, baby. Tomorrow we leave for Turkey.”
“Turkey? What are you doing there?”
“Honeymoon, all meet the company's business partners.”
“I'm tired. Me....”
“Sstttt. I won't ask for any more. We will continue in Turkey. Sleep, dear.”
“Verrel...”.
“Iya, darling. What do you want?”
“Aren't we going home?"
Oh, my gosh, he forgot that he promised them to come home.
"You going home now?" verrel asked who was answered with a nod.
Verrel drives bugati car gift for his wife. Deandra refused to drive because she was tired and sleepy. Upon arrival at the main house, the servants welcomed.
Yahya and Ayu were sitting on the sofa busy working on something. Verrel came in with his wife, who was asleep.
"What else is your wife doing?" ask Yahya with a sharp look.
"Sstttt. She's fine." Just finished talking, deandra opened her eyes and greeted.
"Good morning Opa, Good morning, Mama." and then slump again. Whether he realized or not.
Verrel laid his beloved wife's body on the bed. As she was about to get out of bed, deandra's hand held her back.
"Yes, honey. What do you want?"
"Hug me yes, until I fall asleep.” pinta Deandra with a spoiled voice.
“My wife is getting spoiled. Want to sing a song?” cananda Verrel's.
“No want! Your voice is ugly!”
“Ha...ha..ha...ha...but this ugly voice can make you...”.
“Iisssshhhh..basas perverted husband.” said Deandra blushed and buried her face into the chest of her husband's field. Not waiting for long a soft snoring sound was heard.
“Ehmm...every time you finish making love, it must be easy.” his hand caresses his wife's innocent back.
“Stay like this, baby. Don't ever leave me,” he said then kissed his wife's writhing forehead hugging a smiling Verrel. “The more adorable you are. How can I stay away from you?”
The two fell asleep hugging each other. While elsewhere, exactly in one of the luxury houses looks Rico and his friends are in the living room partying. Two plain-bodied women were beside him struggling spoiled. Since yesterday's incident, he lost his mind and went back to old habits, venting all his frustrations with satisfying cravings.
...*...
The clock had shown at eleven o'clock at night, for some reason Frans had not been able to sleep. His heart was agitated but he did not know why. He just rolled around on the bed. The air conditioner in his room felt dysfunctional because he felt hot.
He grabbed his phone on the nightstand, opened it and checked the contact number. Until he found a name there. The name of the girl who had this afternoon argued with him.
“Hmmm. It seems fun also if you disturb it.” said Frans while pressing the call button.
Several times it sounded but the call was not picked up. ‘What is the jutek sleeping?” Just now he was about to disconnect the call heard the voice of a raucous girl from across “Halo. Who is this.”
“Halo darling, have you slept?” Frans held back a laugh as he said that line because he had never called someone affectionately.
“Eh....loe is crazy huh? As if calling dear.” said the girl, then looked at the screen of her phone who called. How surprised he was to see a name plastered there.
“Ehh. Why phone clock like this?”
“Who is perverted? Don't-don't you like perverted,” said Frans chuckled. Wow, interesting also these women can be lost for, he thought.
“Keep to what om call me at this hour if not to pervert?”
“You want to?” frans asked again, which made the girl angry.
“What did loe say? I don't want to be the same om-om pervert as kayak loe, huh.” grunts.
“Nona Rosa Maheswari's. Did you forget that you saved your phone number on my phone this afternoon?” Frans started to play games with the jutek girl.
“Keep, want om what?” asked Rosa who was upset because her sleep was disturbed.
*Hai gaesss.this is the author for visual assistant Frans Nagata.
*France Nagata Visual
*This is Rosa Maheswari's visual
Her best friend Deandra....how do you think?
*Visual Rosa Maheswari the jutek girl her best friend Deandra
