When Love Is Present

Chapter 3. The taste in Vim's heart.

The door to Vim's room was fortunately made of thick glass and not easily broken so it was not crushed pushed and depressed by Laras and his ozny bike. The barrel closed the door again and walked round to the backyard while guiding his bicycle.

Finished putting the bike in the bike shed, Laras found the cook's aunt. Bibik was assisted by two of his men.

The barrel arranges the plates for those who work there. That way later he only lifted rice, vegetables and side dishes to a special dining table for workers.

Filling up the empty time that there was Laras continued his work of painting cloth as his mother did. The self-creation barrel follows his imagination. Motifs of flora and fauna poured barrel on the cloth. Deliberately Barreled

bring it from home because it is not finished and now lives another quarter of the part that must be filled with motifs.

Vano who found Laras in front of the pavilion approached him.

Heed for a moment and greeted Laras.

"You're so talented at this."

Baras was a little surprised to find Vano beside him.

"I like doing it."

"I was even two hours sitting in front of the equipment, not finding any ideas."

"You're a man and your talent is badminton, not painting like me."

"Maybe too. Mommy would be happy to know this. You're perfectly suited to continue mami's business."

"I'm happy to be needed here.

It can help is enough to add knowledge and ability

me."

"What about college?"

"If there is sustenance but next year."

"Next year my mom will help you. Just relax."

This time Vano was already sitting crouching next to Laras. Baras felt bad because around them many people were working in the house.

Laras feels sad although it is no secret that Laras and Vano have been betrothed since childhood.

"I'm going to my friend's house, we're going around in circles."

"I still have work helping my aunt prepare the dishes. Next time, I'll."

"Yes already then. Race make me sketch ya, my pot in the nightstand. Take the yes."

Vano's hand touched the thigh. There was a warm sting felt there for both of them. Red laras cheeks blushing. Just a matter of seconds then Vano stood up again leaving Laras.

The scene was caught by Vim walking through the pavilion about to meet bibik. Vim immediately averted his gaze while dismissing the sense that stopped in the recesses of his heart. I don't know what his name is.

"Well, you still have work? When will I help you with the cleaning?" call Vim with his baritone voice.

"Still, it'll be two o'clock."

"Yes I'm waiting."

The barrel raises its head looking at the wall clock. It's almost twelve in thirty minutes. He cleaned up his equipment and put it on the table that Laras used to accept and record long cloth deposits.

Rushed to Bibik and heard the instructions of the food bibik which should be arranged on the table of the workers.

After completion of the barrel enter the room Vano. As per the owner's order to take Vano's photo on the nightstand. Barrel looked around. Compared to the Vim room, the Vano bedroom is brighter with a dark blue and light blue paint polish. While the Vim room consists of black and white.

There's nothing to do anymore. Now Laras comes to Vim who needs his help.

Barrel knocked on the room door asking for permission.

"Mas Vim I'm in."

"Come in."

"What can I do for you?"

"The box brought it here."

Vim commands while pointing a medium-sized used cardboard next to the bathroom door. Barrels carry out orders. He did not want to speak up for the job to be finished soon.

"This you put in the cardboard. Wear arranged so it fits a lot."

Laras according to. It's easy to just put it in the cardboard. What difficulty.

Vim takes out his old clothes that are not fit and that do not want to be used anymore. Good according to Laras. If only Laras had a younger brother, surely Laras would ask for the clothes for his sister.

"You got all this stuff?"

The barrel breathes in. Ketus very much.

" Who's your bike fixed?"

"There is no mas. Barrel put it in the shed."

"Yes leave it. You can use the motor."

Vim's phone rang and Vim picked it up.

"Hallo. Okay I'm going there. I'll transfer the money later."

Vim put the hp in his pants pocket.

"You continue to fill the other box with the items in the bottom drawer. I'm gonna go see someone for a second. You don't have to lift that box. Understood?"

" I got it. Just continue with my business."

The absence of Vim there makes Laras more free to work. The drawer called Vim had been opened Barrel. There's old stuff there. All the men's specialties except for one item stopped Laras' hand from moving the items.

The crumpled and shabby paper attracted the attention of Laras. He opened the lump of paper and was seen by the vision of Laras a photo with writing using a marker. Fuck Aurora in a foreign language. Baras knows what it means.

So this is the Aurora that was once called Pak Satpam that night. Vim's ex-girlfriend. Very beautiful naturally if Vim has trouble forgetting it.

The barrel paused for a while and continued to take out all of its contents, moving it into the cardboard. The drawer was clean and Baras began to feel sleepy. He yawned a few times. It's time for a nap now. The barrel feels the AC of the room is not enough to make the barrel comfortable. The heat was in that room. The room temperature is added to be even cooler.

Looks like Vim's bed is so soft. Laras wants to try to occupy it. Padded mana with a mattress Barrel in the next room. It's easier to have Vim. Laras had not had time to clean the room, still scattered here and there.

Room temperature is becoming more comfortable now. The sweat is no more. Now Laras has laid his body on the mattress with the intention to free

his body is out of pain. Comfort makes the eyes dim and get heavier to open. The barrel fell asleep there.

The presence of Vim is not noticed by Laras. Vim was surprised and closed the door slowly but he did not wake Laras. Must be the sauce bar.

Vim is approaching Laras. He looked at that carefree face. Instantly Vim's desire arises. For too long Vim's heart has been cold with women. New Barrels that can warm up

his soul is back.

He confirmed the position of the Baras so that the two legs of the Baras do not hang. It is not that it is aware that Laras is getting louder.

The barrel skirt is revealed due to Vim correcting the sleeping position of the barrel.

Only showing one third of the right thigh.

Vim gulped, his chest started to churn. The smooth white Laras thigh arouses Vim's passion. He's a normal guy.

Vim stroked that thigh but his healthy mind kept working. As a matter of stroking, Vim suppresses desire

it's deep. Laras belonged to Vano's sister. Vim resuscitated

with reality. Let me kiss you Laras, whispered Vim very quietly almost without a sound. Then Vim's nose touched Laras' forehead and his lips kissed Laras' lips gently and quickly.

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Later that night Laras began drawing Vano's sketches. He will be the leader for Laras. Vano is not ugly, not inferior to Vim. It's just that Vano inherited her rather dark papal skin color.

His activities stopped when Laras remembered that he had fallen asleep in Vim's room. Should he apologize. Didn't Vim not come until when Laras woke up from his sleep in Vim's room.

There is no need to apologize, Baras thought.

His hand continued to play ink scratches to form Vano's face when hp Laras rang.

"What's wrong?"

"Ras out. To the swimming pool. I'm right here." Take Vano on the Barrel.

"All right, sir."

Vano was waiting for the barrel in the pool. He saw Laras walking using a shirt you can see and shorts on a hanky.

"Laras let's swim. Down."

"I can't swim."

"That big one can't swim anyway. Embarrassing. Here I teach."

Baras still refused. Vim should enjoy romance

his Vano and Laras are in the pool.

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