THE SMITH'S (A Sequel Of Not Just Friends)

PART 40'S

💗 MAKE GUMUSH 💗

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Jakarta, Cambodia ......

John could not stop his smile at this moment. The happiness in his heart was so swollen, even though he had been furious before.

Prita accepted his love!.

And now John feels like a new brother feeling love. Too flowering – flowers.

John was worried that Prita would be offended who immediately kissed Prita's lips.

Because if that happens, Prita will stay away again and John feels he will be frustrated. But fortunately it didn't happen. Prita did not refuse his kiss, moreover the taste in Prita's heart for him still exists.

And now John is happy. Even until he closed his eyes, his smile could not stop.

“Oh Prita.. I can't wait for morning to come ...”

Cieeee, the bucin.

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“Love Me's. (Love me) with all your heart. As full of my heart that loves you.”

‘Dreams ain't this me?.’

Prita was so happy, rolling – bolsters was not clear on the bed that belonged to John in the male room –, which he had twice occupied to stay overnight.

John doesn't allow Prita to sleep in the guest room. The – man who relented to sleep in the guest room and let the girl he loved sleep in his room.

‘Hadeehh is not full of my heart anymore either. Lubeerrr.

A wide smile on Prita's lips.

‘Yes gentler is also his lips si bule koplak.’

Priwitan gnawed himself while touching his lips, then biting his own lower lip and grimy ga kelar - kelar.

‘Aaa .. want to be kissed agiiiii.

Amit ....

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We go to the other bucin first..

“Hi Ji.” Jeff made a video call to Jihan's counsellor.

“Halo Jeff ..” Saya Jihan from a cell phone.

‘Halo also love.’ Inner bucin Jeff. ‘Excellent beauty yes Lord ...’

Jeff's mind was blown away.

“You're in the office?.” Ask Jeff base – stale. He knows exactly what time it is in Indonesia.

“Iya.. where else?.”

“Hemm ..”

“If you want to talk to Nathan now you call his mother's number, Jeff.”

“Already.”

“You mean you called Nathan?.”

“Yapc. Why?.” Jeff asked because Jihan seemed to be frowning his forehead.

“Hmm, yes ga what – anything anyway.” Jihan Sahut.

“Ga may if I call or video call you even though Nathan is not with you?.”

“That said can't be who?.” Jihan replied with a faint smile.

“Cantics.”

Jeff smiled at his smile.

Jihan was silent for a moment. “Newly realized I'm beautiful emang?.”

“It's been conscious a long time. From since Nathan on process.” Jeff smiled mischievously. 'Bikin I'm anxious every time I see you now.'

“A – what?.”

“I was watching you when I woke up first after our hot night.” The crazy bule showed his face.

“Ehem.” Jihan cleared her throat. Little salting. “It's better not to be discussed again.”

“Why? Ashamed?. Or scared?.” Jeff Says.

“Fear? Scared what?.”

“Fear you want it again?.” Jeff still grinned ignorantly.

“A – I .. “ Red tinge appears on Jihan's face. “Do not talk carelessly, Jeff..”.

“Your face is blushing, Ji. There's a chance I'm right, huh?. If you like to imagine that night?.” Jeff chuckles.

“I'm a lot of work, bye!.”

Click!

Jihan turned off her video call relationship with Jeff. Instead of – instead of offended, the crazy bule even chuckled. Satisfied with teasing Nathan's mother.

‘I feel more confident Ji, if you have more similar feelings I.’

Jeff nodded with a smile looking at his phone.

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Back to previous story ...

It wasn't too bright when John woke up from his sleep. He walked towards the curtains in the guest room in his apartment and opened them wide. John was about to walk out of the guest room that he had to go to his room, check Prita whether the girl was awake or not. It feels like John can't wait to see again and again the face of the guy he met last night grabbed after he kissed the girl.

The trinnnggg!

‘Who the hell is morning – this morning already phone?!.’

John grumbled back to the bed to pick up his phone on the nightstand.

“Ya Hello Bi.”

“Good morning Mr. John.”

“Iya Bi, what is it?. Is Aunt good – okay?.” John asked as he glanced at the clock on the wall of the room he was in now.

“Sorry Mr. John, today Auntie may come a little afternoon to the apartment, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter Aunty just got to Mr.” Said the woman called Aunt by John, who was the person who used to take care of John's apartment to keep it clean and tidy.

“Ga what Bi. Aunty take time off.”

“What's true ga what – what Sir?.”

“Ga what – what Bi. Take time off as long as Auntie wants.”

“Thank you Mr. John.”

“Sama – equals Bi. Greetings to Aunt family.” Said John.

“Iya Mister, will Aunty convey. Thank you again Mr. John.”

“Iya Bi.”

John disconnects the call and puts his phone back on the nightstand.

John walked into the kitchen after coming out of the guest room he was in. He brews coffee and tea for him and Prita, because John has not seen the – sign Prita is on the bottom floor. He thought about bringing breakfast to Prita because the housekeeper who usually came to prepare all his needs if John was in the apartment, was being released.

'If I bring breakfast for Prita to his room, I guess I can get morning kiss ga ya?.'

John was comfortable - his own smile, remembering the taste of Priwitan's lips last night.

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Prita woke up and immediately leaned on the head of the bed. His life has not been fully gathered..

“Waduh by dawn udah.” Murmured Prita when glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand. “Ah besides also no mukena

here.” He muttered again, rising from the bed to wash his face. “Kalo at home I've been photographed this aer the same as mamah.”

Prita rushed out of John's room after washing his face.

‘Eh yes I belom permission pinjem his shirt Brother John for me use sleep.’ Prita sat down while walking out of the room towards the stairs. ‘Bodo ah's. Tell me not to take my anther to Diana's. People don't wear naro clothes here, too. Fortunately aje I always use short pant for daleman, if I just use dalem aje pants ama this t-shirt.’

Prita continues to grumble while walking who knows – tau already on the bottom floor. His steps were fixed to the kitchen, glancing towards the guest room door he passed.

‘Belom wake up time yes him?.’ Inner Prita when looking at the door of the guest room that is tightly closed. He also continued his steps to the kitchen to drink a glass of water, and maybe make a cup of coffee for ayang beb.

Elah... Priwitan cengengesan himself.

Prita's steps came to a halt when he saw a handsome man in old grey training trousers without a t-shirt covering his muscular chest and stomach who was busy trying to make something.

‘Oh jeez, mannequin shop version iveup.’ Prita unconsciously swallowed his saliva. ‘I think I'd like to ask in kekep.’

Not the first time he saw men – men who are shirtless, because some of his dancer friends who men sometimes like to change their clothes origin, even when dancing even they do not use tops. But it feels like they're not all that seductive about the creature that Prita is seeing right now.

“Hey, Morning Prita.” John's voice breaks Prita's daydreams before they become real.

‘Morning also love...’.

“Newly wake up?.”

“I – Yes Brother.” Prita Sahut.

“Sini, I'm making breakfast. Aunt who used to come is on leave today.” John and Prita nodded as they walked up to John, who appeared to be making breakfast.

“Emang Brother John can cook?.” Ask Prita who has been standing near John but blocked the marble kitchen table.

“It can be very interesting, but if the same pancake brewed coffee anyway can.” Answer John.

“Need help?.” Prita approached John who was making the pancakes.

“H-ha?. G – hgga need. We're done soon.” Joh said half stammered after glancing at the Prita who stood up

pouring water into a glass and drinking it. ‘Ish this child.’ John's heart immediately thumped to see the appearance of Prita who was wearing his shirt. Not because of objections that Prita uses his shirt, John was happy.

But the problem is that the shirt is only limited to the thigh that raises a big question mark because it does not appear there are pants under the shirt that Prita wears.

‘This is him only wearing the same shirt und*rwe*ar aja what?.’ Bain John who slightly broke the focus was guessing – net with a little thumping.

“Eh yes Brother, sorry yes I wear a t-shirt to sleep. Abis lo told me to stay here while I don't have the clothes that I keep here.”

‘Oh God really dong Prita only wear und*rwe*ar aja this behind the shirt?.’ The pictor in John's brain started to laugh.

“Oy, Brother John!.”

*‘S**t!.’ John's body immediately brushed when Prita touched his arm slowly. Feels there is starting to turn – twitch between the thighs of sibule koplak until he spontaneously cursed. “Ap – pa ...?.”

“This shirt lo I use.” Prita said again. “Malah dumbfounded!. Scorched pancakes!.”

“Aish John was half panicked because the pancakes on the teflon pan looked charred. He hunted – to lift it.

“Why me?. Elonya is a bengong.”

“You chat anyways.” John Sahut. ‘I think I failed to focus!.’

“It's also been enough times, Kak.” Said Prita who saw several pieces of pancake piles that had been finished on the plate just not given the topping. John looked.

“Yakin enough of that for your stomach?.” Ledek John chuckled.

“Ck! What sih.”

Prita was as strong as possible to behave normally in front of John at this time, even though Prita was holding his saliva so as not to drip which now had a closer look at John's muscular stomach.

‘Ai goo wants me to wipe – swab it toast.’

“Arely enough for you?.”

“Iya. There is toast too. Suffice.”

“Ya already.” John serves pancakes in two different prings sowing them with white refined sugar and honey

overlying.

Some of the white refined sugar was somehow poured into John's stomach and cheeks.

“Which one do you want?. Pancake or toast?.” Ask John to Prita.

‘I want to lick that white sugar that is stuck in your stomach, Kak.’ The naughty inner Priwitan said.

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To be continue...