A Five Step Match
47. Let's Give Them Grandsons

Dinda realized when the kiss even became ******** which was very hot according to her. Soft and sweet taste of lips Yoga makes his mind is not karuan now. It feels strange, wanting another one more than now. His thinking is getting further away, thinking about the things halal couples like them do.

Whatisthis? My chest is about to explode, Dinda. His lips opened, allowing access to the Yoga tongue which is now deeper in his mouth.

"Ah." Dinda's soft voice rang out in her ears, causing Yoga to open her eyes and watch Dinda close her eyes as if she was enjoying the kiss. Dinda's hand held and gripped her clothes tightly. He was silent, but his tongue was still a little stiff following the agile flow of Yoga dancing around in Dinda's oral cavity.

Yoga smiled thinly, then continued by pushing Dinda's back head to deepen their kiss. There was no longer any distance between the faces, the noses of the two crossed each other, giving a warm breath that hit the cheeks of the two.

Dinda realized, suddenly at a time like this she remembered Mama Puspa so she pushed the body of Yoga and away.

"What's wrong?" tanya Yoga with a frown that shrinks a sign of confusion. Dinda who was asked like that became misbehaved.

How can I be like Yoga? thought.

"What's wrong?" ask Yoga again. Dinda smiled stiffly and shook her head.

"That .. Mama's food. Mama must be waiting for this food," said Dinda then take a plate and arrange it on the dining table. His hands were trembling over what had happened earlier. She really had no idea why she had gotten lulled up like that and kissed Yoga and enjoyed it too. This is really not the right time to do something like that. Especially if Mama Puspa suddenly went into the kitchen and saw them kissing like that. Wouldn't that be embarrassing for her?

What have I done? I'm ashamed!

Seeing Dinda's trembling hand like that, Yoga became smiling to himself, he was amused at Dinda's behavior. While Dinda was still preparing everything at the dinner table, she suddenly hugged him from behind, making Dinda's body stiffen and her chest pounding even more.

Yoga tightly hugged Dinda's body and leaned her head on the girl's shoulder.

"Yoga, what are you doing?" dinda asked in a trembling voice.

"Gue doesn't want to go from my side. Just make me the first and last husband. Can't you?" ask the young man to Dinda.

Dinda's chest was pounding even more when she heard the words from Yoga just now. He did not expect Yoga to actually say such a thing. Is this young man serious about his words?

He can't be kidding, right? Time to joke around with the feeling of everything? dinda who was still confused.

"It's up to you to assume I'm joking or not, but I really love you and do not want to separate from you," said Yoga increasingly tightened his embrace. The man's words made something strange feel inside Dinda's chest, as if something was stirring in her heart, but Dinda was still not sure what made her heart like that. Is it because of yoga? Or, did he also have feelings for that young man?

"Ga, don't believe me. Later Mama Puspa can see," said Dinda with a voice that vibrates between fear and awkward with what is done by Yoga at this time.

"A-kids?"

"Yes, kid. Grandson to our parents. How's it?" ask Yoga.

Instantly Dinda thought about what Yoga said, not just about the child, but the shadow made the child with a long process that 'he said' hurtful on the first night. Not just the first night, but a few days later as well.

What if you get stabbed? Yes, if it's broken once. Twice, three times? Sick dong! dinda's mind has wandered deep into the process of making children, recalling the stories of some of her college friends who had married young while recounting their first experiences on the bridal night.

Thinking about it made Dinda's hair bristle, standing like a cold wind passing through her body, she shuddered in horror making Yoga frown.

"No. Don't think so, " said Dinda while breaking away from the man.

"Why?" tanya Yoga confusedly looked at the current wife with her pale face.

Dinda grimaced and shook her head. "Yes, it's okay. But don't think about it yet, I'm .. I'm not ready to do that." Dinda started to slowly move away.

"Why?" Yoga approached to make Dinda's chest pounding even tighter. Especially when Yoga pulls her waist so that their bodies are both attached. Dinda's hand held Yoga's chest, felt the chest thump of the young man who was as firm as the thump of his chest.

"Yoga-"

"Are you scared?"

"Ta-fear? Scared what?" tanya Dinda tried to ignore her awkwardness. His knees felt limp when he found the gaze of the young man who was now wrapping his hands around his waist.

Yoga just lifted both shoulders answering a question from Dinda just now.

"No idea what you said you weren't ready for? If you are not ready for us to do it, we can slowly, like the kiss earlier. Slow down" whispered Yoga near Dinda's ear. Dinda's skin brushed back and made her blood swish to flow very quickly once she heard the soft sound of Yoga. If the sound of the heart could be heard very clearly, maybe now this will sound irregular pounding in the ears.

Whatisthis? What's he want? Is he going to kiss me again? mind Dinda again when he found Yoga that continues to get closer.

So awkward Dinda with their position is very close, reflexes he raised his legs and dropped it with all his strength to hit the legs Yoga. The young man complained in pain and held his own leg, while the other hand held the edge of the table.

"Dinda, sick. Ouch!' yogic exclaims felt a great pain in his legs. He looked at Dinda who was glued to her place without doing anything.