Trapped in the Love of Immigrants
Last Second
DUSK began to look, when the man came to bring a car. His body was clad in a black sleeveless singlet shirt with grey sporty fabric pants that matched his sports shoes. His blond tanned spike hair was covered in a black woll cap with a perched jactile that was deliberately protruded slightly forward.
He glanced at me as he was amazed to see it. “Aready?” asked Navroy who momentarily stared at my body from head to toe. I only wear blue shirts with mini shorts combined with blue shoes and long hair that has been pigtailed.
A steady nod from me made her smile wide. “Perfect!”
My smile widens. “I think we ride a bike!” my tukas.
“You really are a unique girl, Babe!”
He stretched out a hand and I grabbed his hand as the flick again lured me.
Can you just not charm me once?
After opening the car door, I then entered and followed him, the car then left the house, drove quickly to the Jogging Track Area Karebosi.
Yes, again this place. A place that has stories about me and him.
After warming up, we then briefly exercise and walk casually, before running. “You want to run too?” my knot while looking at him next to me who was stepping to balance me.
His smile evaporated along with a nod of his head. “I want to accompany you,”
“I thought you were just a pull-up workout?”
“True, but there is no harm if occasionally jogging as well. Freeletic, Babe!”
My smile approved of his idea.
Navroy's burly arms, which seemed free from wearing an unarmed sweatshirt, are now beginning to let out liquid droplets. True, he began to sweat after fifteen minutes of brisk walking exercise, which was interspersed occasionally, then thirty minutes of running, then finished. After a moment of rest while chatting, he then did his favorite sport. Of course pull-ups and chalistenic gymnastics. Indeed, sports train otat and hold the body's weight is often done. Every now and then he glanced at me, then the next second he smiled broadly as I managed to stare at the smile with the enchanted heated cheeks sitting exactly one meter away from him, on a bench made of cement. Some people looked at him with amazed gazes, among the passers-by who were jogging. Navroy remained focused and eagerly enjoyed his sturdy body going up and down through the long transverse iron with his hands clasped on the iron, hanging only a few seconds before holding the body weight to stay stable moving pull-ups are occasionally interspersed with collaboration chalistenic gymnastics in the air while accompanied by house music from the speaker phone.
Some variations of Navroy did, until when the body revolved around the transverse iron with the head facing down and the feet on the iron while pumping the muscular body, like a sit-up. Her exotic eyes made me stunned again and made some girls who deliberately approached to watch it from earlier glance at me for a moment. In the next instant, in one jolt of his body floated and pushed forward, right in front of me, he looked at me softly in slightly pursed lips, revealing a golden round object.
Whatisit? The ring?
She still looked at me with a nod once to reassure me as I stared back. His facial expression was clearly holding his body weight still he did.
True, it was a plain gold ring without any decoration that had been perched and nigged Navroy earlier, sparkling in the twilight forging. I was still staring at him, staring questioningly in the twinkle of his eyes. His eyes were also wet, there was a smile visible within the corner of the man's eyes, as I grabbed the sneak between his flirting red thin lips. The way that is so sweet and romantic in my opinion, makes people around us who witness unpretentious amazement with overlapping detected by my senses to make this cheek blush.
“For you, Babe,” whispered for a moment, then his body swung back to the back, turning the body trying to reach the iron with both hands and back doing pull-ups several times, he said, to flex his muscles that were momentarily stiff earlier, my assumptions. Then, jump to the ground with his trademark while smiling widely.
What was?
“Should I explain it again?” she nodded in a sullen manner, then sat down next to me with a cold face followed by a glancing gaze at me with a faint frown on the forehead, holding back a laugh. I just realized I just said what was on my mind.
Really, his attitude was truly adorable at the moment.
“What, anyway?” my persuasion deliberately spoils this sound.
Some people began to jog again, except for the young girls who were still staring at us, especially looking at my beloved man next door in an exaggerated and curious gaze.
But this man is still silent. His gaze was still flat by looking straight ahead and occasionally gulping his water. He was really pouting and ignoring me.
“Babe?” cobaku again. “Babe-ku, my love, to you, my azizm, dostit daraam i love you, mmuuaahh!” I'm the one who put out that term for a long time.
At first glance, I saw him he tried to smile and still tried to put on a flat face. “What's up, Azizm-ku?” I continued to try to return.
There is still no legitimacy from him. My breath sounded heavy as my body changed position facing towards him, then looked at him for a moment. Then, for some reason, this hand was stretched out, touching the smooth white face that was beginning to get soaked by the sweat and making her turn to look at me.
“Sorry if it makes you disappointed or upset.” Lirihku looked at him while still holding that handsome and charming face.
When I heard her heavy sighs and changed her position towards me, I knew she was giving in. The slow pace relaxes me enough.
“I thought you would wait for me to put the ring on your fingers, but ... forget it!“ his sweat made me almost laugh amusedly, but managed to hold him back.
“Ohm, so that's the reason?” I repeat to clarify while holding back laughter.
The look in his eyes turned narrowed. Then, “You mock me?”
Laughter breaks. “Umm ... what, yes?” my discordant laughter echoes even more as Navroy begins to tickle my waist. Her hand repeatedly held my hand as I tried to hold back her ignorant hand. He laughed, as if we both forgot where we were. In fact, no matter who again attracted the excessive gazes of the people around.
Big hands and long and white fingers that now help me install the round object— that has become my favorite— in my sweet fingers, when I raise my hand towards him. She smiled sweetly, with me, as she stared at the gift blending with her beauty there. Before he scrunched up and gently rubbed this head, I almost whispered saying my gratitude to him, so happily.
Truly, it felt like happiness was running instantaneously in my body. However, on the other hand, in the deepest little corner of my heart there, I felt a tremendous cry. I don't know, but whatever it is, I hope everything's okay.
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