BADGIRL BELOVED SON OF MAFIA
19/Day with CarlVel

"Get off my hands, Marvel! I can walk on my own,"

Marvel shakes. "No,"

"Vel, I don't want to be held together lo! I can walk by myself! Ck, uh,"

"No, honey. You'll be flashing, later,"

Carlista snorted lazily. He had tried to let go of Marvel's hand, but all his efforts were in vain. Nothing works. He had clenched tightly and even hit his hand, but still, Marvel did not want to let go.

Along the way to the cafeteria, Carlista only pouted with the face he was bending. He was very lazy and tired of the man beside him. Walking equalled his steps with both hands joined together.

Not in each other. More precisely Marvel who is holding and holding a tiny hand Carlista. Tiny, because Marvel's hand is wider than his hand. Obviously, it feels so tiny. Not least his body is only as tall as Marvel's chin.

Carlista's palms were so sultry that Marvel didn't let air in and touch the soft surface of his skin. Until the sigh to the crack and snort cynically slipped from his ranum lips.

"Eat together with me. I'm the one who paid," said Marvel softly, but it sounded like a decision.

"So!" reject Carlista quickly. "Gue does not want to eat together lo let alone be treated to eat the same lo. I still have money. My treasure is also a lot. So, it's not over in time--"

his words stopped because Marvel first closed his lips for a while.

No.**********, but just stick for a few seconds to stop the Carlista protest action when talking as if there are no dots and commas, aka nyerocos continues. And that's what makes Marvel so nervous.

Bugh!

"Basic bawdy! Can you not if you do not nyosorin I continue every time?!" carlista's beaver just hit Marvel's arm pretty hard.

"can't. Gemes the problem," said Marvel with an anxious tone and mengolem his smile.

Carlista opened his eyes, still trying to shake off Marvel's wide-arm grip. "Aaaarrgghh, take off my hands, Marvel! I'm sultry. Don't want to be held together lo,"

Marvel let go of his hand, but a second later, it was his slender waist that became Marvel's easy target. It grabbed Carlista's waist and that's what made Carlista more attached to Marvel.

"Damnihh! Release, Vel! Get your hands off my waist!" Carlista continued to wriggle and rotate his torso until one of Marvel's hands re-entered his waist and locked the movement of his body.

Both are a few meters away to the cafeteria. However, everything is hampered when Marvel who continues to interfere and continue to hold even mepet continuous with his girl. In fact, Carlista continues to reject.

Cup

Marvel again and again stole one kiss right on Carlista's lips. No matter the girl in his arms would return to mereog, he actually looked into Carlista's eyes intensely and deeply. It was as if locking onto Carlista's current gaze.

"I just want to have lunch with you. Eat together with me, well," said Marvel gently.

"So. I don't want to. Mending you eat by yourself. And take me off, I'm a laper. Feeder," said Carlista mereog a little while wriggling like a hot worm.

"Yaudah, let's eat together, if that's it." Marvel broke up and then without warning directly held Carlista ala bridal style and walked upright to the second floor canteen. Where Carlista and his three friends hang out.

"IIihhh, get me down, Marvel is crazy! You fucking guy! Down me!" the two legs of Carlista kept swinging and continued to wriggle like a heated worm.

He was actually embarrassed because Marvel carried his body until they entered the cafeteria area and invited attention and admiration from the residents of the AHS canteen. He has also endured the embarrassment while hiding his face in the recesses of Marvel's neck and hugging Marvel's neck more tightly.

"Well, you put me to shame" snorted Carlista behind Marvel's neck.

Marvel smiled at her smile. "You're my girlfriend. Why should I be ashamed, hm," he whispered.

Carlista simply replied to him with a cynical snort.

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Marvel smiled faintly as he propped up his chin as he watched his beloved girl eat so voraciously. Especially when his two cheeks were bulging when the food filled his mouth. He wanted to kiss his whole face because of anxiety.

Counting two plates of rice, and one serving of grilled chicken, Carlista spent. And this time, he was eating his favorite chicken noodles. But, without meatball topping. His meatball stock ran out because Carlista came a little late. And that was enough to disappoint him a little.

Instead, he asked for more chicken toppings as well as additional noodles and fried dumplings as his dining companion. But, do you know if the waist and rubber belly will always be slim and body goals. He wants to eat as much as he can, but it's the same.

Carlista body posture is among the most dream of women. Not to mention he and his four friends were also high. Therefore, one of his best friends-Jenna, was once chosen to represent the school to be the cover model of teenagers in the capital. Moreover, he was a Selebgram.

Back to Carlista and Marvel. The two had lunch together. More precisely Marvel who accompanied Carlista to lunch. Because, when Marvel just finished his lunch, Carlista already spent one serving of grilled chicken and two plates of white rice.

And now, Marvel is looking at Carlista who is enjoying a serving of chicken noodles complete with abundant toppings. Yes, understandably, it is still in its infancy. So, it's perfectly fine if he eats a lot.

"His appetizers, Carl," said Marvel, grabbing a tissue near the glass and gently wiping the tip of Carlista's lip that was affected by the chicken noodle sauce.

For a second, Carlista fell silent and fixated as Marvel's hand tried to wipe the tip of his lips. However, he cleared his throat slowly and resumed his lunch activities.

Goddammit! Why am I tremor gini suddenly,

Carlista shook his head faintly to disperse his thoughts and the look on his face. Perhaps, Marvel knows if he is salting. Not funny, though,

"Beautiful," said Marvel on the sidelines of his activities that only looked at Carlista from earlier.

Carlista did not comment on Marvel's remarks, he was just engrossed in his food at this time. As if, no one could distract his world from his favorite food this one. Although his face seemed ordinary, but his heart beat quite quickly.

It didn't take Carlista long to finish his lunch. He grabbed an iced tea that he hadn't touched. Sipped it without using a straw until the toilet is not left. And it didn't escape Marvel's sight.

"Well, full," said Carlista, grabbing the tissue to clean her lips. However, Marvel's hand movement is much faster than it is.

Marvel painstakingly cleaned Carlista's lips and no matter what happened, he could only be silent. Not just as usual. Maybe, he's getting used to the little treatment that Marvel gives.

"Udah," said Marvel and then threw away the tissue. "I'm anterin to class," she broke.

"Duh, duh, Vel. I think my stomach hurts. My head was also suddenly dizzy," Carlista reasoned while holding his stomach and also his head as if he was really in pain.

"You know, I'm anting you to the UKS right now," said Marvel sounding pretty-panic.

"E-eh, don't bother, Vel. G-gue looks like it's going to the toilet. My stomach mules. So. I went to the toilet," said Carlista and showed a whimper of his horse.

"Well, I'm the anterine,"

"Don't." stop Carlista. "Lo's gonna want to take a peek at me, right? You pervert!"

Marvel frowned. "I'm not like that, Carl. I'm just worried about kam---"

"Udah. I'm going to the toilet first. Mules my nutmeg, uh--abdominal," broke up Carlista then walked quickly with a little run leaving the canteen.

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Carlista was finally able to be freed also from the prison that Marvel made especially for him. Can breathe free air without interference from a plywood guy like Marvel. Because this is what he needs at the moment, refreshing for a moment from his activities that are quite tiring.

It's exhausting, because it's Marvel who keeps pestering him relentlessly. And it was completely draining his energy as well as his mind at the moment. He repeatedly refused and said harshly to the handsome man. But, still, Marvel still continues to pursue even acting as if Carlista is his girlfriend.

Carlistas can breathe freely and breathe fresh air. Enjoying solitude in a sports hall. More precisely in the stands which are directly faced with the basketball court. In addition to the sports hall, there is a swimming pool and also a sports locker room.

Oh yeah, that was just bullshit. His reason for going to the toilet was just nonsense. Actually, he just wanted to go and did not want to go to class because the class subjects this time were physics. The subjects he was very hostile to.

"Damn, Metta! Blazer I'm wet tofu! Tuh kan's! Really wet! Ahhhh, Metta! How will I get to class?! I didn't use a blazer?! My uniform is small, short again! If I raise my hand I look at it!"

"Ck, no papa. Do not raise your hand if appointed by the teacher. After all, the physics teacher wants to show students bego kayak lo?!"

"Metta fuck Mel!!"

Carlista was very familiar with the noise. The sound of his two friends who were quite loud came from beside the sports hall. More near the swimming pool. I don't know what the two did there. Carlista should head immediately toward the source of the sound.

"You two-wrong here? Where's jenna? Then, why is Melon pouting?"

Melody and Metta turned towards the source of the sound. Apparently, there's Carlista too. The habit of ditching must be to the gym. So, if the hours of the lesson were going on, the four of them would be here.

"Blazernya jatoh to the edge of the pool. I'm not intentionally jatohin." exclaimed Metta.

"lik! Obviously you deliberately want my jatohin blazer into the pool, uh do not know the real jatoh. It will get wet," Melody said, stomping her feet.

"That's just as unintentional" replied Metta.

"But if you don't take my blazer and you don't have the intention to blend my blazer, it won't get wet!"

"I said it wasn't intentional."

"Just like, you were intentionally his name."

"So, my guy accidentally,"

"Intentionally, Metta!"

"No, Melons!"

"Lo was intentional because you were a jailer. I love to suck!"

"Gue mengeledikin lo because lo kayak bocil,"

"Darah, sebel! Sebel! Sebel!" Melody stomped her feet and left. While carrying a maroon-red blazer where one hand was wet because it splashed into the pool.

Carlista who had seen the two just gawked. Not to interfere with both. Now only Metta who was standing while folding his hands in front of his chest, with one leg that he swings like kicking the wind.

"There's something I'd like to ask you, Met," sounds pretty flat, Carlista's stepping slowly towards the edge of the pool near where Metta is.

Metta frowned. "What?"

"It is certain that you know, the origin of the Ferioz family. Including Marvel's goal here," Carlista guessed with a pretty intimidating look.

"No. I don't know anything" Metta replied as calmly as possible.

Carlista smiled obliquely. "We've known you for a long time, Met. From our SD. And lo-is a descendant of the Mafia. You must know, about the Ferioz family,"

Metta sighed slowly. Staring flat at the blue brown ombre haired girl. "Gue doesn't know anything, Carl. All I know is that Marvel and its friends are Mafia descendants. Bye, that's it,"

Carlista squinted his eyes and narrowed both eyes. "Kok, I don't believe it, well," he said with a hint of hesitation.

Metta pulled her hair slowly. "Gue doesn't expect you to believe in me either" he said.

"But my heart says, if you know everything, Met," Carlista sounds pretty serious.

"Gue's not a fortune teller, Carl. It's not possible, I know everything" said Metta a little laugh.

Carlista.

There was a breath coming from Metta's mouth. "Lo inget-inget, Carl. You must have something about the past. Your brain is healthy, still functioning properly. I'm sure you don't forget everything you've experienced before" he said, leaving Carlista alone.

The two had a few seconds of eye contact before Metta finally decided to take a look.

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