The RoofTop Girl's

Blatant invitation

Dimpled

Just as he wanted to let go of laughter, Sonia entered the room, astonished at the girl who wanted to laugh but did not.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." He wagged the collar of the wrong shirt.

"Well, brother? sorry there's no AC."

"No papa."

"Wait a minute, I swapped the fan." Sonia was busy lifting the fan from her room, bringing the thing out.

He looked back at the old bed. Unbelievable, this bed is not recommended to experiment on the first night, Sonia's room is also not soundproof, it will be very risky to hear amak and Agil. Even worse, the neighbors heard.

His gaze turned to the floor, what?? ngeper on the floor with a mat hahaaaaa, no no no. It's his first night, how sad it would have been if it had been done on the floor.

Sonia entered again with a bigger fan, apparently the girl swapped her room fan for a fan in the living room.

"How's it?" Toleh Sonia to him, when the fan has been spinning fast which makes quite a noisy sound.

"Son, we're staying at my sister's apartment."

"Why? brother's uncomfortable here, isn't he? sorry." Obviously Sonia's face was disappointed, the girl lowered her head.

"No, not like that."

"Why go to the apartment?"

"Ti-dak, um, yeah, we're sleeping here." He had to swallow the saliva while patting the sheets.

"The bed is cool."

"This is my great-great-grandfather's bed, it's been three generations that use this bed, made before independence, right still the colonial period." Sonia spoke proudly.

He just magut-magut while laughing in his heart and of course a little swearing "fucking bed base!"

Sonia took a seat by her side, it felt awkward because yesterday they were still strangers and tonight they slept together in the same bed. He could see the girl was agitated and yeah nervous. Sonia was still wearing her hijab.

"How long have you been dating Elan?" He tried to open a small talk, whaat? lightly he said, talking about the ex.

"Well.. Just one semester." Sonia said, her voice trembling.

"That's your alumni photo, right? I saw that."

"Oh yeah, take class XII."

"Your hair is still that long?" He pointed at the photo.

Sonia shook her head, "I've cut a boat." Unknowingly the girl escaped her brackets.

He was fascinated, a split second unable to breathe seeing Sonia without the hijab, one word, 'awesome'. He stretched out his big, muscular hand and grabbed Sonia's hair, felt Sonia's soft hair, and brought the woman closer.

"Your hair is alive" he said.

He saw Sonia's knees trembling because of their closeness. Sonia's body scented with roses and soaps - fragrant, clean and alluring. The girl's hand rested on her shirt and she felt Sonia's breath go down.

His eyes were fixed on Sonia's full lips. "I want to touch you Sonia" he said in a deep voice.

Their lips are only a few inches apart. His jaw stiffened as Sonia's body smelled. The woman was so close that Sonia's pulse was clearly visible on the neck of her blouse. Sonia gasped, the girl's body trembled violently, She couldn't help but laugh as her little laugh saw Sonia's reaction, this girl was so easy to read.

As if looking for cover, Sonia's beautiful-fingered hand pressed her shirt nervously. The girl kept her distance between their bodies. Sonia did not dare to look at him, and she saw his wife feeling so nervous and embarrassed.

"Your skin is beautiful, even without makeup." Her voice is heavy. " Silk as."

Sonia turned her head, met directly with the girl's beautiful eyes made her heart jump, but she was in no hurry. He knew that at this time Sonia was already very scared, the girl's palm was sweating.

He finally chose to lean on the head of the bed, "So why can't you dislike the police?" He tried as much as possible to make this girl comfortable first near him.

"First."

"So not anymore?"

"Somethe day, sometimes still remember you, there are bad memories of the police."

"Bad memories are like boils." The comment, rather seriously. "It will get worse before it is solved."

Sonia nodded slowly." It hurts too much to remember." The girl said softly.

His chin lifted, and he looked at Sonia through her straight, pointed nose. " Can you tell my sister?"

Sonia let out a long sigh, "Abah was once arrested by the police."

He straightened his body from the backrest, waiting for the next story that came out of the lips of the wife.

"When it was about selling meatballs, he used to hang out in front of the campus. Well that day there was a student nitip a book to abah, do not know why, suddenly he was stabbed by the police, it turns out that in the book there was his drug. Abah was in the cell for a week, before he was finally released for his innocence."

"I don't know, the condition of the abah is very concerning when out of the cell. They, those cops tortured Abah. Since then sickly, Abah died hyx." Tears escaped from Sonia's smooth cheeks, making her reflexively hug the girl.

"What kind of sister is that too? do you often beat people?"

"Sometimes." He's not lying.

"It was our job, it had a deterrent effect on the perpetrator."

"But not all of those arrested are found guilty, right?"

"Well, every profession has a percentage rate of human error each I think, including health workers also never malpractice is not, even if it does not include what we want."

They fell silent, he felt Sonia had relaxed a little in his arms, the girl leaning her head against the chest of her field. Slowly he lifted his chin as if he wanted to go in and swim in Sonia's beautiful eyes, "may I kiss you ?" the whisper is soft and seductive.

Sonia's pliable eyelashes blinked perfectly, the girl's body trembled as her arms hugged tighter but Sonia's lips lifted with her eyes closed, said Dimas' blatant invitation, come here we goooo...

To be Continue...

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