Trapped in Love Razia Pak Police
The Part 61
The leftovers and dirty dishes are now clean on the table. While the two people still want to sit back and relax enjoying the cold AC that burst.
Zafran examined the clock on his hand which showed it at 19:45. There was still about an hour left for him.
"Get out yuk!" take Zafran while getting up from his seat. Stretched out his hand towards Ceisya who was still sitting a henchman.
"Come home?" ceisya asked hesitantly welcoming the man's helping hand. His hand was gripped tightly as if afraid to let go a second time.
"Don't hold it fast." Ceisya rebuked following Zafran's wide footsteps.
"I'm sorry." the man loosened his hand.
Once in the car and make sure the seat belt is safe. Zafran immediately plugged his car's gas pedal through a fairly crowded street.
Actually Ceisya was quite kepo where the man would take him away. Closing his eyes tightly as he passed through the streets that were quite dark. It made him remember what happened first.
Zafran who realized Ceisya's fear immediately calmed down by grasping the girl's hand.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here." said Zafran, bringing Ceisya's hand for him to kiss.
Ceisya's heart rippled was treated like that. He made his heart calm and gave a intoxicating smile.
During the trip, the fingers never lentiknur. Zafran continued to hold it tightly while occasionally dipping it. Really am! It made Ceisya's blood rustle.
"It's not...?" Ceisya was unable to finish his words when the car Zafran was driving stopped at a night market. The place became one of their memories and Zafran wanted to repeat that.
"Likes?" tanya Zafran looked inside.
Ceisya just nodded in response. I think he's very happy. Forgetting for a moment the burden of his duty.
Zafran got out of his car and circled the other door and greeted Ceisya.
"Wait a minute, buy the ticket first" the man said, taking Ceisya to the ticket-buying area.
"Taraa... It's got 2, right? Now we go in. You want to ride whatever you can."
Ceisya looked at him happily, with his wide smile he looked at the man making Zafran slightly misbehaved.
"Udah yuk, are we going on a rollercoaster ride?"
Ceisya nodded his head in response. Now that the two are sitting side by side, the seat belt is attached. While Zafran seems to regret taking Ceisya up the game. He hesitated a little but he strengthened his heart.
"Your hands are cold, Om? Scared huh?" ceisya asked smilingly realizing that Zafran's hand had become cold as ice.
"No" retorted Ceisya withholding laughter.
"Ready, Om!" ceisya whispered right in Zafran's ear.
"Ready, dear." replied Zafran smiling, in his heart he cursed so ignorant of the girl.
Game's starting. One round is okay. Twice round Zafran has started to feel bad on his stomach that feels turbulent to vomit his stomach contents but he still survives. His face was pale, different things with Ceisya who just sit while shouting freely. Laugh with the loose.
Until the third round it seemed like the man really could not stand the tormenting taste in his body.
Zafran smothered his mouth feeling the turmoil coming back.
"Darling... huekkk... be-stop yes?" pinta Zafran's.
"Yeahofgod. Funny, astaghfirullah." said Ceisya laugh instead. But, he finally agreed.
Currently the two were sitting on an elongated wooden chair. Faithfully Ceisya massaged the nape of Zafran which the man was currently spewing out his entrails. Just a little because it was quick to respond.
"It's so exciting to ride a rollercoaster. Though himself aja mabok." quipped Ceisya while giving a bottle of water.
"Y-yes sorry. It was keceplosan. Mumpung you a seneng where I can ngarang." alibi Zafran gave an excuse.
"Udah?" ask Ceisya concerned.
"Yes. Ugh..." Zafran spread his hands up to restore his strength.
"Anyway home?" the girl said she gave a solution.
"Eh! Don't dong. There are still many who have not. Swing around! I'm riding a merry-go-round, trus riding a reanglala, trus to the han---house"
"Don't that one." cut Ceisya quickly refused.
"Hehehe, yes, no."
"Well the comedy roll first? Last new ride bianglala bentar trus to another."
"Kneel!"
The early Zafran refused, now he looks enthusiastic. Riding a comedy-drive along with other kids. Just one round finally both choose to go down because time is not enough, not to mention riding the other game.
The light is dim, the moving cabin is spinning. Both of them enjoy the view from the top of the bianglala. Occasionally throw a smile of relief. The awkward feeling that previously existed is now gone, changed with a taste that is so warm to the hearts of both.
