WHO ARE YOU

Who is Lucky?

J. J. Abrams, stared intently at Camelia who was joining the Down family. Apparently Don, his son had a viral relationship with Camelia.

"It seems, it wasn't us who got the bad luck from Miss Camelia. You're also Mr. J. Abrams, from here you look towards your beloved close to Mr. Down's family". Whisper Morgan, next to J. J. Abrams.

"You're so unlucky, you want to prank Mr. Down. and then, ask your lover for help, look at you who got unlucky while Mr. Down got the advantage and haha-hihihi...". Ardan then swerved towards J. J. Abrams.

"The son of Mr. Down, the man rumored to be Miss Camelia's lover. Mr. Down, make a profit and you get bad luck". Marcus said, giggling withholding his laughter.

"Damn it, I can't stand Don glancing at a lover so flirtatious. I have to stop him, expose who's Camelia?" J. J. Abrams, just stepped on his feet and alert the three of them to hold him.

 "Mr J. J. Abrams, don't be rash in anything. If you unload everything, then a lot of bad luck will come. Let's not say Miss Camelia, don't admit it because your relationship wasn't publicized just a certain person who knows. Don't take Mr. Down, call for a war between you and him. We, too, have to choose him or you". Markus said, holding J. J. Abrams' arm.

"Better, we follow your lover's game. You know, why bring Miss Camelia here and have some bad luck, right?". Ardan said, shaking his waist in front of J. J. Abrams.

"Come, we'll approach them and eavesdrop on what they're talking about". Morgan's blink of an eye, type casanova kepoan once.

J. J. Abrams, at a glance, closed his head and inhaled a deep breath of air and exhaled. Trying to calm down to see Don, looking at his unusual lover. He's also the wrong, undercover wanted to do business with Mr. Down. However, his plan instead pierced his heart so jealous.

"Downy...Sorry, sorry, I mean Mr. Down". Aakkh...Damn, why I followed the words of Camelia.Batin J. J. Abrams, glanced at the triumvirate that had glared because he mispronounced the name.

"Mr J. J. Abrams, it's okay that you mispronounced my name. I love that name, Downy is so good. My future ghost made me my name, this is a lucky one". Down, pat J. J. Abrams on the shoulder a few times.

"Ghost candidates!". Ardan, Morgan and Markus. The three of them glanced at JJ Abrams, already holding back his anger.

"Yes, my son Don knows who my future daughter-in-law is". Zara, Down's wife poking Camelia's chin. "They are perfectly suited to being a husband-wife couple, what else has such an amazing daughter-in-law".

"Surely madam, Miss Camelia is so amazing for having magic". Ardan, straight away.

"Mrs Zara's brain magic, I can master business and understand everything". Camelia, instantly distract Zara.

"That's right, mahmah. Miss Camelia, she has fantastic magic because of her extraordinary abilities". Don, praise Camelia right in front of J. J. Abrams.

Mark and Morgan, stroking the back of J. J. Abrams to assuage his anger."Patience is a test, please be patient". Whisper Mark and Morgan, alternating.

Ardan, immediately silenced for a moment because it was useless against Camelia who could not be fought.

 "Mr J. J. Abrams, is your face flushed are you sick?". Ask her down, something different than usual.

"Yes, I'm sick Mr. Down". J. J. Abrams replied, glancing sharply at Camelia.

Camelia, scratching her head threw her face the other way.

"Sadly, when the show was just starting. There's some traditional dancing here, it's about to start. Please, we'll sit down and watch the show". Say Down, let the guest sit down.

"Mr.Down, I wish Miss Camelia the best daughter-in-law in your family". J. J. Abrams said, his voice looks different, his gaze did not escape from Camelia.

"I get bad luck" muttered J. J. Abrams, glancing sharply at the triumvirate still giggling withholding his laughter.

Camelia, still having a warm conversation with Zara and Don. Every now and then the three of them giggled with laughter, not knowing what they were talking about. J. J. Abrams, not clearly heard their talk because the music aluna has started.

Unable to see Don, who presumptuously touched his lover's hand. Although Camelia, avoids rejecting Don's invitation to dance in front. J. J. Abrams, stand up and walk toward Camelia.

Camelia, astonished to see J. J. Abrams whispering with her, "follow me".

"Mrs Zara, there's something I'm talking about with Miss Camelia. We'll excuse you, just kiss for a second". J. J. Abrams said, giving the code to Camelia.

"Please, don't be long yah". Zara said to Camelia who had gone to follow J. J. Abrams.

Far enough away is J. J. Abrams, taking Camelia somewhere. Looks like a maze owned by Down, the yard is quite extensive.

Camelia, keep following her lover's steps. Occasionally glancing towards the back, no one followed him. "Maze? JJ, why did you bring me here? We can stray, if we don't know the way out". A small run follows J. J. Abrams, but is lost at the intersection of the labyrinth.

Camelia, the cane looked around because it didn't find J. J. Abrams. Afraid to step on his feet, because he didn't know how to get out. "JJ, don't leave me!" Shouted Camelia, squeezing the end of her dress.

Huuuuu....

"Aaaa...JJ!". Screeched Camelia, as J. J. Abrams blew his ears from behind. "It's so annoying, you're scaring tau". When Camelia, wanting to pinch her stomach, the owner swiftly held her hand.

J. J. Abrams, pulled Camelia's hand to fall in her arms. "I'm really mad to see you with another guy, you know that". Increasingly tightened his embrace, did not want to take off Camelia.

"Don't blame me baby, isn't this what you want?". Camelia's snort, her mouth shut by J. J. Abrams.

Their kisses are both getting hotter, JJ is slowly laying down the body of his lover. Camelia, trying to balance her lover's kiss. The atmosphere was silent under the moonlight, faintly the light from the firefly animal.

"Uughhh....!" the melodious whimper in J. J. Abrams' ears, the more eagerly kissed the lover's entire neck. Her hand gently stroked her smooth groin, Camelia.

The sound of fireworks, awakened two people who were drunk in love. J. J. Abrams, justifying Camelia's already messy clothes.

"Beautiful". Loosely quietly Camelia, still lying under J. J. Abrams's Shackle. His eyes were fixed on top of seeing fireworks continuously erupting.

"You love it baby, if you come home later some truck car sends firecrackers for you". J. J. Abrams said, tracing the face of Camelia who was so adorable to him. "This face, I can see it. Remember once, I gouged out Don's sassy eyes looking at your face".

"You're all right, but we're back, baby. They're afraid they're suspicious, we've been here a long time". Camelia, sitting up and her hands pulled and far above J. J. Abrams' body.

The two of them giggled laughing together, stood up to return and suddenly heard gunshots.

Dor's!

Dor's!