Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 40 (Romantic Session)

“Huwl!!” Zanjiil does not speak of Gibran. Which makes little friends Kissky offended.

“Jiil, I told you, don't talk rudely to women, you're a man!” peekot Kissky.

“You don't know Bran?!” kissky, standing behind Gibran's body.

“What?” Gibran turned to Kissky.

“Baby wanker!” kissky whispers. Gibran chuckled when he heard it.

Zanjiil who did not receive such treatment by his wife also did recklessly. With full energy, Zanjiil pulled Gibran's hand rough, until he got out of front of Kissky .

“Hah!!” Kissky was in shock, stuffing his mouth. “Why did you do that?!” peekot Kissky.

“This is all because of you!” Zanjiil, who was unable to accept the rejection, lifted Kissky's tiny body, then put the girl's body to his right shoulder, then Zanjiil put his wife's BMX bike on his left shoulder.

His footsteps remained light despite carrying 2 weights on his shoulders.

“Biawak! Lower me!” Kissky banged on Zanjiil's back.

People who saw the strange sight also laughed, some were immortalized into his cellphone. And not a few people consider it romantic.

While Gibran who does not want to take Kissky off just like that, chasing Zanjiil.

“Let go of him!” Gibran blocked the Zanjiil road.

“Gibran! Help me!!” kissky's parched voice made Zanjiil rise in blood, he felt his pride also so fall to the bottom of the ground, because his wife prefers others than him.

“Keep you!” pekik Zanjiel's.

“No going!” Gibran is challenging Zanjiil.

“He belongs to me!” zanjiil said with a stout voice.

Sontak Gibran scrunched his forehead, ”You guys..”.

“Already! Get you off my road!” Zanjiil cut off Gibran's unfinished words.

“Biawak! Lower me!” Kissky who is ashamed of Zanjiil's heroic actions continues to ask to be put down.

Zanjiil did not press his wife's request, he with his legs continued to step non-stop. As he approached the car park, there was a large garbage can, and Zanjiil easily threw Kissky's BMX bike right into the trash can.

Bruk!!

“My bike!!!” Kissky is not willing, his bike is still good at throwing it away.

Then Zanjiil opened the car door and forced Kissky's body into it.

Next he goes in and sits next to Kissky, “Pack road!” tell him to Dimas.

“Good sir,” says Dimas.

“Zanjiil, bike..” Kissky, who was unwilling to leave her bike, stared fixedly at the trash can, with half her head out.

Then Zanjiil pulled Kissky's head back and delivered it to the chest of his field.

“Rabbani!!” kissky said as he looked up.

“Iya Huwl!” sahut Zanjiil's.

“What's with you? Why are you acting so weird today!?”

“What's weird? Isn't what I'm doing so natural?” then Zanjiil hugged Kissky.

“Dih! You're doing this!” Kissky thrashed from her husband's arms.

“Detach Jill! I wouldn't if you had to touch!” kissky's childish behavior made Zanjiil feel amused.

“About you like you've never been in the arms of a man!” zanjiil said with a lazy eye.

“Indeed not yet, except with my papa!” Kissky uajr.

“Wah! It turns out to be really plain yes..” said Zanjiil while pursing his lips.

Why did Zanjiil suddenly act like a dappled nose? Huh!! Don't-don't because he watched that poor video last night again! inner Kissky.

She looked at her husband's face with a fearful expression.

Zanjiil who saw this blinked his eyes at Kissky. Sontak Kissky lowered his head.

“Crazy fundamentals,” murmur.

On the way home, Zanjiil won't let go of Kissky. When they arrived at the main door of the house, the resigned Kissky said.

“Not all of you, carried into the room?” he said just like that.

“Wah! It turns out you are already comfortable huh Huwl!” Zanjiil who was all serious that time, took off his embrace from Kissky.

Kissky who thinks their show of intimacy has ended up getting out of the car.

He who tidied his hair, suddenly carried by Zanjiil ala bridal style.

“E e uh! Again?!” Kissky was shocked not to play, especially the Art who watched.

“So you asked to send yourself?!” sahut Zanjiil's.

“I'm just kidding Jiil! Lower me! Shame on many..” whispered Kissky. The Artists took a look at them.

“What's wrong, besides mom and dad are not at home, so as long as they are not there, we play the role of husband and wife who love each other, okay Huwl?” zanjiil's seductive smile made Kissky swallow her saliva.

“I don't want to! Put me down, shy to know..” Kissky said in a soft voice.

“Before I get to the room, you won't let me down!” after that, Zanjiil brought his wife into the house.

Kissky, who could not help but be embarrassed, chose to hide his face into Zanjiil's chest.

Deg deg! As soon as she heard, the sound of heart beating from her husband.

Along the way to the stairs, the domestic assistants who work in the house, steal a look at those who are so friendly.

“Gentlemen and madams are so romantic, so envious,” whispered Resti to Sinta.

“Thickness, make it melt! I really want to be able to companion like a young master, already rich, handsome, good looking, of course, under it is also big.” said Sinta while imagining herself to be a big mistress.

“Dream just you! If that's not possible!” pekik Resti's.

“Rezeki people who know!” Sinta turned her lips.

As Zanjiil climbed the steps, the frightened Kissky fell, wrapping both his hands around the handsome man's neck.

“You're afraid of falling huh?” zanjiil said in a calm voice.

“Sure, after all who knows your heart.” Kissky said.

“Means?”

“I must be vigilant, who knows, in the middle of the stairs you throw me down!” bright Kissky.

...Seriate......