Turns out He's Just Mine

Both With you

After lunch Mila washes the dirty dishes they used to eat. The host was preparing to go somewhere. When he finished, he sat back in the living room.

" dear... Mama wants to have business with Papa for a moment, you're here first!Temenin Imran." Mama Lina said neatly.

" But Ma...

" Mama has your parents' permission to say it can be, Bentar aja yes Imran likes to be afraid if at home alone." Mama Lina cut off Mila's words. Mila squinted her eyes at Mama Lina.

" Are you so scared at home alone? It doesn't make sense." Mila said in her heart.

" Don't grumble Mama don't lie, Imran's a mama's son." Connect Mama Lina.

" Yes, I have Mas Des here." Mila Sahut.

" Mas Des?" Ask Mama.

" Yes if at school I call him Mr. Des, so if at home I call him Mas Des, Mas Desfian means." Clearly Mila. Actually Mila Eneg heard his own words.

" Ah sweet once, Yes Mama's gone first." Said Mama Lina.

" Yes Ma heart." Mila Sahut.

Now in that house there are only two of them. Imran and Mila. Imran was in his room while Mila was sitting on the living room sofa.

" Are you sleepy? If sleepy use my room just not pa pa, if the guest room is being renovated." Imran said approaching Mila who was sitting on the sofa while playing her phone.

" Such mode use nawarin your room all, Even if I drowsy mending I go home from sleeping in your room dari there you mesumin me." Ketus Mila's.

" You're not a soft girl, Judes really." Imran.

" Dude if in gentin beware, Lazy me." Mila Sahut.

" Wouldn't want you to give up your heart to me, remember I'm your future husband when we get married I don't want you to share your heart with others, I also only want to get married once in my life so once we're married don't ever ask to be separated from me." Imran said sitting on the sofa in front of Mila.

" Bullshit." Mila said without taking her eyes off her phone.

" Here's your phone." Imran said he took Mila's cell phone.

" Eh what? Balikin!" Mila said she was about to grab her phone.

Imran stood clenched his hand holding Mila's phone making Mila jump to reach the phone in Imran's hand.

" Mister Des turned my phone around, Rese's a real person." Pekik Mila while jumping to reach her phone.

" Mr. Desfian." Mila Shouted.

Arrived brugh....

The two fell on a fur carpet that stretched in the living room with Mila's position piercing Imran's body. Mila's lips collide with Imran's. The two looked at each other for a while until Mila realized her position.

" A first Kiss me." Pekik Mila moved from Imran.

Imran sat down with a smile hiding his pleasure at Mila's words. He was the first.

" Des sir stole my first kiss... Rese's really." Mila's grouse sat beside Imran.

" me? Didn't you kiss me? Why are you blaming me?" Imran.

Blushhhh Mila's blond cheeks flushed red as a ripe tomato heard Imran's speech. He kissed his killer teacher.

" Yes, if Mr. Des doesn't take my phone, I won't...

" Will not what? Won't I smell my lips?" Imran cut off Mila's speech.

Mila stared in disbelief at this killer teacher in front of her. Turns out she's narcissistic, too, Mila thought.

" Heh so PD you sir, That wasn't a kiss but a bad luck." Mila.

" Yes bad luck to me but profit to you." Mila Cebik.

" Quiet! Speaking of which once again I mute Mr. Des." Ketus Mila's.

" Shut up with your lips I want to." Imran Sahut.

" Hah Mr. Des is perverted." Mila Cebik.

" Not the same wife-to-be." Imran Chuckles.

" Let's see if you can get away from me or not." Imran.

" Okay, let's see." Mila Sahut.

" Turn my phone." Said Mila thrusting her hand.

" Now." Imran said returning Mila's phone.

Mila opened her phone wanting to see what Imran was doing on her phone.

" What's? Mas Des dear?" Pekik Mila upon seeing the new contact with the name.

" The friendly donk call him." Imran.

" Oh.... I know so actually this marriage is not a matchmaking but because you like me, right?" Mila asked looking at Imran with a probing look.

" Eh where there is, who wants to equal rich bar chick' you." Imran said as calmly as possible to cover his nervousness.

" Des sir doesn't like me?" Ask Mila.

" No." Imran Sahut.

" Truly not interested in me at all?" Mila asked again.

" No." Imran Sahut.

Mila advanced her face looking at Imran's plenary handsome face. Imran's heart was racing as if it was dislodged from its place. He was really nervous at this close distance.

" lady... Want what?" Imran asked, rewinding his head.

Mila brought her face closer to Imran's face making Imran close his eyes. She is ready to receive a second kiss from Mila.

Phew

Mila blew on Imran's face and then he laughed loosely while covering his mouth. Imran opened his eyes.

" Ha ha ha.... Why so nervous? Wish I kissed Mr Des again? Sorry it's not level and it won't happen again." Mila's words disappointed Imran.

" Uh.. No, no." Imran Sahut.

" Pure... Another in another heart in the mouth." Mila Cebik.

" Dah ah I want to go home say hello to Mama Lina, I don't want to see Mr. Des dead hanging from staring at my beautiful face." Mila.

" Narcissistic." Imran Sahut.

" It's not a lie anymore, sir, even a guy from one school admitted that Mr. Des doesn't know." Mila was honest.

" You were told to wait for Mama, right? It's not polite to go home first." Imran.

" Let me not look in front of others, be good or ugly let them judge." Mila Sahut.

" bye... I'm going home, sir, see you back at school, and remember not to be interested in me because I can't get back at him... Bye." Mila left Imran there.

" Mila wait." Imran goes after Mila and blocks her hand.

" Why?" Ask Mila.

" Who is that guy?" Ask Imran.

" Which man?" Ask Mila.

" The man of your heart, remember yes we're getting married so don't be like I don't want you to think this marriage is just a toy." Imran.

" Who wants this wedding? I've tried to resist but you won't respond so don't blame me if I fail to maintain this marriage that I don't want." Mila Sahut.

" I won't let you fail because I'll support you myself." Imran.

" Let's see how, in the future, I'll give God where He'll take my destiny." Mila's voice passed from Imran's house.

TBC....

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