Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu
"He was willing to destroy others for the sake of a daunting, professional task!" Three bottles of wine were empty, the fourth order came.
"Since when do you care what people say, are we gonna talk about you?" Finger touch the lip of the wine glass on the table.
"You know about the word petite?" Put an empty bottle on the table.
"The word I hate most about creatures like you, pedophiles." A fifth bottle of wine is placed on the table.
"I'm interested in what he says, as a personal choice." Pour the wine into the Emon glass until it touches the lip of the glass.
"Not a graceful thing!" Emon frowned.
"Dine with me tomorrow, official invitation." Sipping wine.
"I have the same show," Rey thought, "what is your relationship with him?"
Emon smiled, "you think I like you, of course my choice is different."
Rey hugged Emon, "i'm tired." Falling asleep on the pretty guy's shoulder.
The bartender girl looked at the two of them, "i like to fuck a girl like you rather than her." Emon's words made the girl smile.
"Unfortunately I'm just working not for sale, sir." While tidying up an empty wine bottle.
"Sales don't apply when two people think of each other in a slightly mischievous direction!" Emon winks his eyes.
Personal, desires and***** in the same body and mind. It is difficult to control a greed of the flesh when the mind asks. Not fight but accept then you are free. Accept in a different sense. Choose carefully so as not to hurt yourself and others. Habits make you feel right about what you think and do. You're still a kid and you haven't grown up to know advice.
'Rey and Cerel are coming with me, we're heading there, and don't be late.' Message on the device fifteen minutes ago. Lenia focused, styling her curly hair tied next to her shoulders. The sound of a car in front of the fence, orange batik dress fluttering when passing the mouth of the door. Foot decorated with open toe shoes get in the car. Four bodies of the same color and different motifs.
Candles look rose-looking with a tempting gold base. Food from various islands in Indonesia. Tuak as catcher. Rey is wearing a full batik suit, Cerel, Lenia and Eli are wearing batik dresses of different styles. They were in lined chairs, while behind the front desk appeared Muler and Bart's cousin wearing a green batik suit and Emon wearing a green long dress.
Tuak is available in front of each except Cerel and Muler with grape juice.
"Are we bargaining and applying?" Men're opening words.
"Shortly, I asked her to get married!" Emon looked at Eli who was smiling at him, "and was taken for granted." Leaning cheeks on the palms of transparent black shirts with elbows as the tip of the pole.
"I want to propose to someone!" Muler smiled slanted at Lenia. The girl looked around, "i'm a little cold!" One sip of wine and ended up coughing. Cerel quickly stroked Lenia's back.
"I'm not going to do it now, too small for that." Holding a spoon and fork, get ready to eat.
Emon stared flatly at Rey and smiled at Cerel, "is she really pretty?"
Men're watching the behavior around him, "i don't need to get married because I need a bed, can we eat?" Words with different meanings.
Emon stood up, "dinner, we open well, our banquet gets to know each other, and please enjoy." Lenia, Cerel and Eli seemed to fold their hands and close their eyes while the four men around them folded their hands but with their eyes turned to the point of view. Right now the mind is in the right direction.
Eli was sitting on his Astina dresser, with a very bright night. The girl looks resigned to see eye eyebrows in the reflection of glass. Always not according to desire. It is a bit of a waste if the display of dinner that has been brushed unresolved to the point of being perfect.
The veranda of the room opened, the wind swept toward Eli's gaze. The girl was tempted to stare towards the door of her room veranda. The sitting position now follows the purpose of the eyes.
"I forgot to close the door!" Frowning and walking just shut the porch door. When the girl turned around, the body figure was tampa footwear, wearing a maroon kimono that displayed a slight small muscle on the chest slit, long hair was left rough bound and dropped on the back. A beautiful and handsome face clashed against the charm, Emon held a wine glass in his cross-handed hand. The beautiful man leaned slightly against the end of the dressing table.
"I want to teach you something, so come here baby!" Emon placed the palm on the table gracefully.
"Then let's look, baby!" Sound tone in let heavy. The girl steps towards Emon, and stops right in front of the beautiful man. Their bodies touched each other, even letting the breath be on each other's faces. A soft intimidating style. Eli sat in the stool and stared at Emon's back in the mirror.
"I didn't even realize you were here, baby!" Emon smiled at Eli's statement. The beautiful man was silent and took the eyebrow pencil from the table. Support the body at the end of the dressing table, but the hand danced gently on the eyebrows of the girl in front of her.
Eli gulped his saliva roughly, "i'll remember that as my first test!" Maintain a heavy tone of speech by keeping a smile.
Emon pulled slowly on Eli's chin until his eyes were fixed, "the result seemed sure to be dear." Smiling at Eli.
"Because it seems like I'm in a hurry for our dinner then I won't question the thing that hasn't had enough time to talk about yet. But, thanks for the eyebrows." Eli smiled, and stood up. "I don't know how you did it, but I'll be waiting for you at the dinner table." Kiss Emon's cheek, "honey." Half whispered.
Tuak touches the lips and throat and is juxtaposed with grape juice on the table. Spoons, forks and clashed plates.
Late at night with a different attitude. The calm mind has been disturbed. The storm started to hit. Time returned to its position.
Maroon classic car penetrates the rough road, "say something?" Men're asked, positions facing each other in the back seat. Let a sweet girl be their driver, but the focus of the girl is not disturbed.
"Who will open the voice?" Muler smiled obliquely.
"I'd love to get married, it's fun!" Look at the white ring on his finger.
Party full of dance, up to a big event for fashion stylists, makeup artists, artists and actors to gather. Emon extended a hand to Eli. The beautiful man was wearing a blue long dress, his hair was bunched with a small blue hat at the top of the head, a transparent hand t-shirt patterned in blue and white into a finger decoration, a brown wooden pump hanging on the legs. Eli received the helping hand, both of them headed to the middle of the dance floor. Eli wore cloth pants with denim propping the tear on his left thigh, an anti-fit-style white shirt was inserted into the front pants and left to extend on the back of the body. Denim is allowed to dance on the right hand and on the other side of the body, the red, black and white fabric becomes the support of the middle button of the body. Brown brgue-legged legs and bound hair fall on the shoulders, pretty face looking handsome this time.
The dance that follows the rhythm of the music of the lute, "without saying you seem to understand what I'm going to say, Eli!"
"Follow my feet." The dance is getting soft and rough.
"Because you're so charming today, how about marrying me?" Emon tightened his embrace.
"Does this offer happen once in a lifetime?" Eli's sexy smile is mesmerizing.
"Once in a lifetime, with the same person, the time of the sentence I say to the final rest, if you don't accept me now!" Blink.
"Whatever date I'll wait, an invitation to the honeymoon." Eli intended to stay away from the beautiful man but their hands were still tied to each other. On Eli's finger was attached an engraved clam-shaped diamond ring. Emon showed me a plain diamond ring between his thumb and pointer finger, "you have to pair it for me, after which I can let you go!"
Eli smiled, and put a ring on Emon's middle finger. A kiss is thrown in the middle of a warm dance.
Beautiful slanted smile, while opening the window of a classic car. Bart's cousin enjoys a bottle of wine in his hand. The two lives in front of him had different thoughts and were drowning there.
The dawn sun fosters time travel. Rey was lying on the bench, in the middle of the body taped to an orange batik suit, still covered in a white shirt with a loose tie and neatly attached cloth pants. Last night's appearance was visible. Cocktail table with nine empty bottles of wine without glasses. Closing his eyes with his arms.
The car is parked next to it. Muler, Rey and Men're leaning against each other's cars, body positions staring at each other.
"Are we on a snow mountain, you must understand that this is Indonesia." Men're opening words.
"You don't think Indonesia has snow mountains!" Rey frowned, the position of the hands crossed on the chest and the left leg slightly bent.
"But not in Borneo!" Some girls miss them with smiles and a good chance for Men're to display charm. His feet were interested in following the three girls passing by.
"You want to talk?" Muler laid his head on two hands that were crossed over the windshield of the car, "i don't have time!"
"You're always sure to do the job, he won't let you off easily?" Staring at Muler lekat. The boy remained in his position.
"I have nothing to lose, working with him?" Smiling obliquely gazed at the sea of hanging night light.
"If you choose a decision and it is regrettable you better be careful. How professional are you to put a time bomb on your feet." Rey gave it a memory.
Cerel, Eli, Emon and Lenia get out of the restaurant. A smile and a little laughter from all four. Step towards the parking.
Muler smiled, "actually, my task is really not boring!" Laughing in the car. Men're and Emon woke up next to him. Their faces showed shock.