Wanitaku Great Warrior

Meeting and willingness of heart

This afternoon Mr. Aslan has been standing in front of Citra rented house, a tenement with a size of six times eight among the houses of other houses and stamp each other. There are some daisies neatly arranged on the terrace of the house, the house is so tiny and minimalist for Mr. Aslan. Honestly, because Mr. Aslan has never lived in such a narrow rah.

Now Mr. Aslan called someone so he could freely meet with Citra. It turned out that Mr. Aslan called several parties both from the village and from the police. That is all to be anticipated so that there is no raids by residents. There were already plainclothes policemen at a certain point to maintain security.

Mr. Aslan saw a dead motorcycle on the porch. Mr. Aslan began to think and fantasize about going up with Citra around the city of Semarang. The door was unlocked and even wide-open Mr. Aslan knocked on the door and said his greetings.

The image that is still arranging the ingredients of seblak noodles for the order tomorrow morning has stopped its activity. He immediately washed his hands and headed for the living room.

"Thank God there is more sustenance"

"Maybe someone wants to order a prayer event" Citra said as she walked to the living room.

But Citra was very surprised, because the one in front of him was Mr. Aslan Hadi Mega Santosa. The man he pledged to his best friend in return for a favor with a Lika. Citra was about to run dodging into the room, but lord Aslan was too quick to catch Citra's body and immediately hugged her from behind.

"Honey.." call Mr. Aslan.

"Mas, don't look like you're engaged to Lika" Citra replied with a ketus.

"I don't care, I really miss the scent of your body honey" said Mr. Aslan as he kissed Citra's neck.

"Let go of Aslan's mas, it's not good to see people" Citra released Mr. Aslan's embrace.

Old Aslan did not want to lose Citra again, he turned over Citra's body and started pinching her on the wall. Both of Citra's hands were crossed and held by Aslan's master, Aslan's lust was too hunting. Mr. Aslan begins to kiss Citra's lips, but Citra refuses her. Because Citra thinks Mr. Aslan now belongs to Lika. Mr. Aslan stopped no longer wanting to kiss Citra, now Mr. Aslan's hand released both hands Citra.

Mr. Aslan began to squeeze the front body of Citra, but spontaneously both hands Citra directly held her stomach.

"Mas, don't hurt him" Citra said, pleading as Mr. Aslan continued to squeeze his body between the wall and Mr. Aslan.

Lord Aslan retreated instantly hearing that.

The image just shakes.

"What is my son Citra, give me an answer" asked Mr. Aslan again a little emotion.

"Again I ask Citra, what is my son" asked Mr. Aslan in a rather loud voice.

Now the image was in shock and his body trembled in fear that Lord Aslan knew the truth. That Citra was pregnant with Mr. Aslan, Citra began to cry.

He calmed down at the times of Lord Aslan and wept ever louder, lord Aslan was very sure that in the bowels of Citra was his son.

"Mas, even if you know this child is your son"

"I beg you, don't leave Lika mas"

''I'm not leaving because I don't love you anymore"

''If I don't love you, I may defend this baby for your sake" Citra tried to defend herself in the presence of the angry Aslan.

Mr. Aslan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Mr. Aslan squatted in front of Citra and hugged her.

The two of them stood up, but unexpectedly due to being too shocked by the arrival of Mr. Aslan, fresh blood flowed again between the lines of**********Picture feet.

"Mas, no, no"

"No, no, no more begging" Citra asked Mr. Aslan.