As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapter 62. A name.

Jelita. "D-he kissed me!" he said in his heart.

The photo is over but Michael's mouth still won't let go of the silence. He kept his eyes closed and enjoyed the game.

So this is what it feels like ... Sweet and delicious, Michael thought.

This was his first time kissing a woman, even though he was a little pushy, and did not know in the future what the problem would be. However, for the sake of something, it is to eliminate his curiosity and also the sense of loss of the figure of the woman he loves at a later time.

Michael also took the risk.

Meanwhile, Jelita's tears began to flow, as hard as she could to release the grip of Michael's hand on the nape of his neck, but Jelita's efforts turned out to be futile, because he lost power.

"Hmpph!"

Michael freel ... Stopit! Jelita's mind raged, struggling to be released.

Feeling Michael's treatment crossed the line, Jelita changed to beat Michael's body. As much as she could, she wanted to escape the kiss and go as far as she could.

But Jelita's resistance, adds to Michael's madness. Now that the kiss was getting wild, his tongue began to explore and sip it inward. Not wanting himself to pass the opportunity, it feels like he wants to continue and want to add more.

He did not care about the girl in front of him, who was already crying sobbing, with his face already reddened from almost being out of breath.

Michael began to wake up when his hands began to get wet, hit by a circle of tears and the sound of crying sounds real in his ears. The eyes that were originally closed, he opened violently and immediately stopped his crazy actions.

"Oh my God what have I done!" inner Michael.

The man immediately let go of his linkage, and loosened the grip. Both of her eyeballs trembled as she looked at Jelita's already red and wet face filled with tears.

Michael felt guilty for making his love cry. Crying so bitterly in front of him. He immediately cupped Jelita's face with both hands.

"M-sorry ... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." Michael apologized many times.

But Jelita seemed to look displeased, she stared intently at Michael with her eyes reddened.

Jelita brushed Michael's hand violently, and slapped Michael in the face quite tight.

"Plac!"

A loud voice rang out by the two, echoing in the silence of the night. So that Michael can only be silent, holding the pain and heat on his face.

"Dark ... Excuse me. " Michael still continued to apologize, while holding his cheek that began to twitch.

Jelita gave Michael a stop sign with one of her hands. "Enough! ... Enough Michael ... That's enough ..."

While continuing to cry, Jelita turned around and immediately ran away from Michael.

"Wait!" Michael pulled Jelita's arm, not wanting it to feel left behind by Jelita in such a state.

"Don't go first, I can explain this misunderstanding" Michael said.

Jelita closed and stomped her hands violently.

"Deliver!" squealing Jelita, she swallowed her choked saliva and resumed her anger.

"You're saying this is a misunderstanding, it's not a misunderstanding. But this was all planned by you! From the beginning, you've been planning it and I ... I foolishly believe in you!"

Jelita sobbed, and set her breath tight. Michael could only be silent.

"This dress ... This photo ... D-and that kiss, it was all planned by you. I don't understand why you did all that Michael. I don't know what you mean either, but I don't like it at all. Especially that kiss, a kiss you shouldn't have done."

"You can't do that ... You were wrong and I sinned. Because ... Because I ... I'm your mother's foster child!" peekit Jelita's.

Now Michael can only sit limp, condemning his stupidity. It's true that it was all planned by him, but about the kiss. He just follows his instincts, the instinct of wanting to have Jelita and not willingly separate from the beloved woman.

"I was wrong, he was right. I shouldn't have done that."

Michael grabbed his hair and damaged it to the point of disarray, he blamed himself for everything that happened. His chest up and down felt tightness, tightness from anger, sadness, disappointment and also pain mixed into one in the heart.

***

Jelita went into her room and closed the door slowly so that she would not wake up. He immediately ran to the bathroom to exchange clothes.

And when he got to the bathroom, Jelita cried as hard as she could. He reflected on a glass and regretted his actions.

"I shouldn't have agreed to that strange request, stupidly I. Why would I want to be bullied by him."

Jelita touched her lips and rubbed them many times. He also washed his mouth because he felt dirty. "Mother ... Foster mother forgive me, because I can't keep my promise."

Jelita washed her face and changed clothes immediately, for a moment she looked at the dress in her hand and remembered the beautiful fragments of memories earlier.

"Michael ... If they find out what we did earlier, how can I look into the face of foster mother. I'm so ashamed, I don't feel worthy to be his foster son."

Jelita tried to calm herself down, and wiped away her tears. She forgot the dinner that Michael had promised her before and chose to lie down on the bed with her mother.

Jelita closed both eyes, as much as possible to sleep and forget all the events that happened tonight.

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Wijaksana Mansion.

Floren was listening to the words from the men he had asked to find out about the girl in Chandra Putra's mansion.

The man gave some photos to Floren.

"This is a Non Photo I managed to take when the girl went to school, and a few more when she was at school" said Floren's men.

Floren smiled. "Thank you, this is the money." He handed a wad of cash to his men.

"Thank you Miss, if you need anything, let me know again." Said Floren's men while sumringah stared at the lot of money in his hand.

"Yes, we're gone!" tell Floren and his men to leave.

Floren looked at the girl's photo sheet by sheet and she cut him off.

"Beautiful .." said Floren still didn't realize it was Jelita.

But one of the photos managed to make the two net wide, a piece of photo size 4 R, with a woman's face smiling half body very clearly visible.

But that is not what makes Floren surprised, but on a name printed on the white uniform. A name that was engraved clearly on the chest to the right of the woman.

Floren looked at his rough saliva, squeezed the photo in front of him and looked back at the other photo. He continued to look more carefully at the photo with a heart that kept heating up.

He then groaned loudly when he found out the real name of the beautiful woman.

"Dark ... But how can it!"

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