Trapped in Love with the Idol

39. The Plain

Albar sat on the front porch of Aki's house. Sitting on an unmetered floor.

His eyes watched the streets, especially the end of the road, hoping that Balqis would soon appear the trunk of his nose.

Haissh... Where is the kid really? He said otw came home. Albar was impatient.

The habits of the child of the unclean, can not wait even if only for a moment.

Until a few minutes after the event 'purcuan' Albar who already look like Beo mostly papaya, finally appeared Balqis pedaling his bike closer to Aki's house.

Albar stood up in welcome.

Balqis flicked her bike right in front of Albar, then got off her bike.

Albar stretched out his hand, thinking Balqis would shake hands and kissed her hand like a husband.

But...

Of course Balqis just stabbed him.

"Ish, the prospective wife of the stamp see the hand of the prospective husband even stabbed."

Albar Protest.

"Prospective candidate... Not yet recognized."

Upset Balqis.

Wonderful indeed, when it was far away it felt upset the level of a god, but once it was face to face he wanted to make a fuss.

Balqis went into the house.

"Eh Bal, the bike wasn't brought in?"

Ask Albar.

Balqis looked over for a moment.

"And there's a future husband, come in."

Balqis said with a sweet smile.

Haiy... Albar hissing.

Fuck up! Use my weak position. Inner Albar.

Balqis seemed to take off her sling bag, then walked towards the inner room.

Aki doesn't seem to be home yet.

"Have you not gone to the bar yet?"

Ask Balqis.

Albar who was busy putting Balqis's bike into the house did not hear Balqis ask.

Balqis finally went out again, entered the kitchen and then returned to the room that led to the side door.

"Jiaaaahs... Get on the bike until your face becomes red."

Balqis.

"Ah damn you Bal, I haven't been told by people to carry this."

Balqis laughs.

"People stay driven."

"Pushed how, in front of the floor up and down."

Annoyed Albar.

"Other times mending tek justin aja outside."

"Ikh will say."

Balqis.

"Let's just buy some more, than I say."

Albar said as he walked past Balqis and flicked Balqis forehead at a glance.

Balqis rubbed his forehead with a flick, then walked after Albar.

"Where are you going?"

Ask Balqis.

"It seems that he is still busy taking care of his cattle, there will be cooperation with what it was through his livestock group."

Albar.

"Aah yes."

Balqis.

"Yes yes, I know."

Seloroh Barbarian.

"Ikh, he knows."

Balqis will not lose.

"Udah you are married to me as a graduate."

Albar said casually, unaware every time he spoke as soon as someone else's heart almost jumped out.

"You from the morning discussed marriage mauh."

Balqis said at last.

Albar stopped his steps and turned to face Balqis, making Balqis almost hit him.

Balqis took a few steps back.

Now he seems to be getting nervous.

Indeed, so far Balqis has never had a man dare to express his feelings directly, most who like Balqis will express his feelings through Eti or Po and also Dinda.

Balqis who are relatively quiet and difficult to approach make many men feel embarrassed if they have to say it directly.

Afraid Balqis would not respond, or even refuse without further ado.

Well...

In fact, when Balqis really hopes that Bang Adit says his feelings for Balqis too, in fact until now not even Bang Adit told Balqis.

Either because Bang Adit is also embarrassed, or just because waiting for the right time.

Ah...

The right time...

Balqis may be too far-fetched and shy.

And now...

Albars...

The guy who had come from nowhere and had just known Balqis, suddenly with confidence not only said he liked Balqis, but asked Balqis to marry.

"Don't mess around with the wedding bar, you can't."

Balqis said at last.

Albar breathed.

"I told you I wasn't kidding."

Albar.

"Okay, maybe that just seemed like a joke because I said it near the bathroom, so now I'm saying it here."

Albar said at last.

Balqis becomes intrigued to see Albar himself.

"You know, it's not the place, it's Albar's time."

Balqis so want nabok Albar taste.

"I want you to believe that I'm not playing Bal. If what you say later is that I'll go back to Jakarta and forget everything while you're being mocked here, I'll make sure it doesn't happen."

Albar.

Balqis looked at Albar, looking at Albar's face so seriously.

Is he really not joking? Inner Balqis.

Albar stared back at Balqis with a probing look.

"You didn't mean to reject me, did you, Bal? You want to sell expensive or what exactly?"

Albar asked suddenly, who was completely no-nonsense and very unromantic.

Balqis pursed her lips.

"What the hell?"

Balqis.

Then prepare to go to his room as Albar catches Balqis' arm and pulls it.

"Ikh freelin, someone's gonna see."

Balqis nervous is amazing.

Albar added to the mopping by pulling him closer to his body, Balqis face immediately looked flushed like a tomato.

"Bars... Conscious Bar, sober, istighfar."

Balqis said it was like Albar was possessed.

His red face was blushing so panicked, his eyeballs that kept staring at Albar between fear and shame made Albar even so unable to bear to laugh.

Albar removed his hand from Balqis arm.

"Bal cupu."

Albar said while pinching Balqis head and then jumped towards the wooden stairs towards the attic of his room.

Balqis looked at Albar in annoyance.

He was deliberately playing around, obviously, fix, Albar was not serious with his words.

Balqis feels great annoyance.

Where his face was already red from nervousness, it was a shame, Albar must have considered Balqis an innocent innocent girl who could easily make a fool out of it.

Hix...

Depressing.

Balqis went into the room, as soon as Balqis went straight to the bed.

Conscious Qis, why are you being a baper like this. Balqis's mind is talking to himself.

No more, no more joking Albar Harrys. Not again! Balqis reminded himself.

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