The Prospective In-laws became my Husband

Chapter 55 Like a Little Child

"Om, is his shirt kegedean a little bit?" Smirking Miranda while smiling shyly at Jonathan.

"Sorry, Om doesn't know the size" Jonathan replied without the slightest expression.

"Yes Om, I forgot to tell you because Om didn't!"

Jonathan was wearing a dress that Miranda was a bit comical. But how else. Isn't that better than Miranda wearing nothing.

"I'm ticklish Om, how is this. Cook don't wear a chest?" Miranda mengedumel again and actually made Jonathan's ears feel itchy.

"Well, do you want to go home or continue to protest? Mana Om remembers the same one that was. At least you've got the clothes downstairs, right? O yes Mir, you don't know just now when Om went into the supermarket they kept ngetawain Om because of buying Sanitary Napkins," Jonathan began to be a little upset.

"Hehehe... What do they say Om?" Miranda became curious to listen to Jonathan's story.

"You know what?"

Miranda nodded while occasionally pinching the clothes that made her chest feel unmyamanic.

"It's a pity Om, meaning a week ahead of Om fasting dong from anu," replied Jonathan while following the way the people talk earlier until his lips slightly meleot-leot.

"Haha... Cook them like that, Om?" Miranda could not help her laugh which just broke.

"Ngapain Om lied, that's the truth. Come on, let's go home. Or Om went home alone," threatened Jonathan increasingly sensi because he had to ring his shame because of remembering the incident.

You little rancid boys are usually just flirting. They did not even know that he had fasted for about eighteen years....

Although sometimes the passion sometimes rises, there is no place Jonathan to be able to pour it out to feel relieved. It still is. Even a wife can't do what she wants.

Patience Jonathan this is just a temptation, in fact all this time you are able to live your days without it. Why is it that when you are asked to wait you become impatient...

"Strong is not the way?" Seloroh Jonathan again who saw the condition of Miranda still looks very weak. To walk still looks good.

"Do you want to be fat?" Tawar Jonathan then while wearing a carry bag containing some of Miranda's needs during this time behind his back.

Miranda biting her lips, "No need Om. Miranda is great. Shame on seeing people."

Yoke!

Jonathan smacked Miranda's head slowly with his fist, "Ngapain should be ashamed, I'm not sure when I get to this hospital I did the same!"

"That's a different story, Om. Cook is Miranda still passed out on her own street anyway?" Timpal Miranda did the defense.

"Ah, yes it is also you," said Jonathan to the sound of my voice in Miranda's ear.

Jonathan doesn't care about that. He turned back the bag on his front and crouched down near Miranda.

"Let's ride...!"

"In the hold of Om?"

"Not, in the arbor," Jonathan timps curiously. "God, why does he always say it, my head is twitching now" Jonathan muttered alone.

Miranda was a little embarrassed actually. But he had no suitable reason at this time until finally rose also to the back of Jonathan who held two chunks behind him.

Dear God, why is this temptation getting bigger today? What's the real problem with me?...

Jonathan had trouble controlling his heart which was suddenly beating very fast. What's more, Miranda's breath that penetrates the ears next to his right makes Jonathan's blood flow as if stung.

Not wanting to have any more chaotic thoughts, Jonathan immediately brought Miranda out. Apparently even during the day many of the buskers were sitting in the waiting room so they watched them while laughing strangely.

"Geez, what a pity his daughter sir. Is it sick?" Ask a kind-hearted Mother to Jonathan