WHO'S GONNA IMPREGNATE ME?

Milan's anger

"Mil, stop here."

Milan stopped his bike in front of a blue tent decorated with yellow. Milan was stunned, he looked at Vera coldly.

"Gue seriously want to know what kind of work dive!" milan is frustrated. "Not want to be!"

"Gue is serious. Come with me."

Vera dropped herself off the bike as did Milan. They entered the tent walking towards the single organ entertainment stage. Vera stopped Milan. Vera pointed to a sexy singing hymn and a man who was sweeping.

Milan shook his head in disbelief, Nelam who he knew was introverted and shy, but Nelam was willing to be someone else.

"Drowning." Lirih Milan's.

The man who soared touched the skin of Nelam's upper arm. Milan took a cigarette in his pocket and burned the tip and smoked it.

Milan who did not accept the man's treatment, he walked towards the stage, but Vera held her hand.

"Don't Mil!" Vera frantically tried to ban, but Milan brushed Vera off.

He wags his leather jacket. He also took out two thousand and ten thousand bills from his pocket. Milan on stage.

How surprised Nelam when he saw who would menyawernya. Nelam dry but he still continues his performance.

Milan looked at Nelam with a very deadly gaze.

He pushed the black-shirted man who had been withering.

"There's still no, not this one." Said the man.

"Gue wants this one!" Milan nyolot.

"Milan why is it here. I hope he doesn't act." Inner Nelam. Honestly, Nelam is ashamed.

Milan who was smoking it gave smoke on the face of Nelam. The woman immediately coughed and looked at Milan as sharp as a knife. Nelam who was taken care of by the two men still served him. Milan held out ten thousand on Nelam, but by the time Nelam took it with his hand, Milan kissed his hand making Nelam shocked.

The man in black shirt put his money on Nelam's chest. Milan did not accept it. He could not stand his attitude, and Milan finally punched the man's cheek to make him waver.

Bruck..

Bruck...

"Lo campus!!"

Milan fought on stage. Attract the attention of the invited guests. The music stopped, the atmosphere became rowdy. Until, Mr. Hans and his friends broke up.

"Who is that guy?"

"He's making a riot!"

"Damn it!"

Mr. Hans pulled Milan's body and the man in black shirt was also taken away by his relatives.

"Review lo!"

Before long Vera came and looked surprised to see the handsome face of Milan bonyok.

"Mil, you get that bonyok, it's because of you, Nelam!" Vera pointed at Nelam. The woman felt guilty about this.

"Sorry sir, Milan is my friend." Answer Nelam.

"Yes, you take him home now. Inget ya Nelam, tomorrow you still have to play, I don't want to know any matter of you this is not to riot again!" The angry Hans sir snapped at length. Nelam just nodded.

Milan who had been holding back his anger, he pulled Nelam's hand and took him away from there. Drowning brushed his hand.

"Milan!"

The man did not want to know, anyway Nelam had to go with him. He still pulled Nelam's hand up in front of the tent away from the crowd. They stopped in front of the Milan bike.

"I'm at work, you don't bother!" Firm Nelam.

The man looked at Nelam coldly, "Work, you work like that. They touch you like you.." Milan ceased.

"I? what's?! cheap chick? a bitch?"

"Good!" Milan forced Nelam. The woman was still silent, unwilling to obey.

Nelam folded his hands. "I said go yes per-" Nelam stopped.

Milan carried him bridal style and made him sit on the back of his motorcycle seat. Nelam still did not believe the treatment of this person.

"Milan!"

Milan already sat in front and then stater the bike.

On the road, there was no talk. They did not want to start the conversation because they were disappointed. Milan who feel lied and Nelam who do not accept the treatment of Milan.

It's very cold tonight. The rain began to rain them. Milan also stopped his motorbike in front of a shop that had closed. They both take shelter.

"Drowning. I'm sorry." Milan said made Nelam give a little smile.

"Yes, it's okay."

Milan watched Nelam's body. From top to bottom, it can make anyone tempted.

Milan rubbed his face slowly, "Astagfirullah." Milan then opened his leather jacket.

He intended to cover Nelam's body, but the woman refused. "I'm getting used to it. I don't have any self-esteem, so I'm like this." Nelam said, his tears just escaped from his eyes.

Milan who began to be frustrated was throwing his jacket shirt. He scooped up Nelam's cheeks quickly, "All normal men would definitely not be able to resist his lust if they saw a woman like you." His words made Nelam gulp his saliva in fear.

"What does Mil mean?" Dive away then look at the very quiet left right.

"Nel.." he said softly.

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