THREE MEN FROM THE VILLAGE

TPDD 94 (Iqbal)

"The wean just wants to say from tomorrow you are the driver of your brother's brother" said Martin carefully. Karin who has not fully established her body immediately stopped her body movement. Look into his sharp eyes with a frown staring at the papih.

"While waiting I just want to say something like that?" Martin nodded, "What do I think is important until Papih wants to go so hard waiting for Karin to come home?"

Martin gasped at his son's answer. Karin's answer was enough to slap her little heart. Since his distrust of the child was lost, Martin always made a decision without thinking about the feelings of this one child.

"Even if I say I disagree? Will Papih obey him? No don't you? I don't know, Mamih same purpose Papih anyway, limiting my activities, forbidding me to hang out with friends college friends, had Iqbal supervise my activities, and now what Papih plans again for me to be depressed? Do, Pih? Do as you please Papih. Let me really live alone that," said Karin bitterly. His chest was tight so he wanted to feel like he was crying right then and there.

"Kok you even said that? Papih just wants to say tomorrow you're the driver,"

"Well, how should I go, Pih?" reply Karin a little loudly, "Even if I disagree, will Papih obey? Don't you?"

"Rin ... "

"Already, Pih. What do you want Papih? Go ahead, Karin is ready to fight, Karin is tired, Pih," said Karin and she immediately went to her room wanting to immediately spill the tightness that is currently rumbling in her chest. While Martin stared at the departure of the child with mixed feelings.

Martin actually did just that because of Belinda and Aleta's whining. Either persuaded what they used, but they managed to influence the Papihnya.

Of course Aleta and Belinda have their own goals. Maybe it's crazy, but what they're doing is just trying to make their obsession manifest with being dyed by Iqbal's gun.

Men's touch thirst and Iqbal's highly seductive and ever-successful appearance make their own throbbing itch, they really do everything they can to lure Iqbal.

Aleta and Belinda realize, at home she will not be able to realize her wishes. Like last night, their plan failed miserably. So they plan to ensnare Iqbal outside the house. Because they knew, their parents believed in Iqbal so they wanted to take advantage of the situation in order to get Iqbal out and keep him entangled. The only way is to change drivers.

It's not that Iqbal is not interested in Karin's two sisters who are all beautiful, he just wants to take care of Karin. Right now in that house, Karin felt alone. No family sided with him. But Iqbal is also not a hypocritical man, if he continues to be teased by Aleta and Belinda, it is certain that he will be devastated because after all, he is a man, sodorized with good food, time is not tempted.

Iqbal lazily moved and opened the door. Iqbal smiled as he knew who was knocking on the door, but his smile faded as the knocker immediately hugged him tightly and buried his head in the chest of his field. Iqbal immediately closed the door then gently stroked the woman.

"Non Karin why else? The feeling of every coming here his face is sad?" Iqbal asked softly, but Karin did not answer him. For the time being he only wanted to hug Iqbal without any intention of taking it off. Because since talking to Papih, Karin was looking forward to a time like this to shed the tightness she felt.

"We sit down? I want to continue that?" take Iqbal while pointing towards his phone.

"Why is the phone?" asked Karin after turning her head in the direction Iqbal pointed.

"No why? I'm just moving the contact number again" Iqbal replied and they went to bed.

Iqbal sat grabbing his phone while Kari sat next to him. Karin's eyes saw a number attached to the back of Iqbal's old phone, Karin thought it was Iqbal's number and she asked for it. At the drop of the paper and Karin put it in her sleep shirt pocket.

Karin was a little bored because Iqbal was very serious about making his new phone. Karin saw Iqbal only wearing a color, his smile suddenly expanded. He moved and chose to sit behind Iqbal. Karin's hand moved in a circle hugging Iqbal's waist. For a moment he was silent and shortly afterwards, Karin's hand went into the Iqbal color and immediately pinched the soft grip of Iqbal's weapon that was not wrapped in a boxer.

Iqbal just smiled at the behavior of his employer's son and he continued his activities with a new mobile phone.

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