Dancing Girl & Mr. Amnesia
8. Bodyguards

You peek inside and her eyes widen to see what happened to her husband.

You turn around to cover his face and run small towards the room. "Oh, my eyes are tarnished because of the boy. Where's got it big again." he went back to the room.

After the time skian you waited, he had.

get ready to interrogate the husband. He doubted Ojan who always competed not knowing himself. However, why is it so easy for Ojan to play with his feelings?

Slowly the doorknob opened, and you immediately pulled the man until Ojan fell on him and the towel that was attached just slipped away.

A few seconds passed, You forgot about the plan that wanted to teach Ojan a lesson. However, somehow you feel the husband suddenly looks very beautiful.

Coupled with a grain of water falling from his hair, the scent of Ojan that smelled so meng ga i rah right. The two sides looked at each other. Slowly, Ojan kisses your lips back.

Lips stuck between them this time longer, this time their eyes closed to each other enjoying the sensation of beautiful centrifuges that run rampant throughout the body. Ojan raised his face.

"No, aaahh .. My lips are as if they are centred."

You open your eyes, realizing the man who is currently on it is not wearing a single thread at all. His shoulders were fielded, his chest looked cuddly, and there was torn bread underneath.

The beautiful amber netra keeps coming down and this time your eyes are wide. Something seems to be starting to wake up.

"Aaaagghh!" You pushed Ojan roughly, until Ojan rolled over with his body bent.

You close your eyes and immediately exit the room towards the bathroom while holding the red on her face.

While Ojan looked directly at his who did not stop waking up. "Why do you think you can?" snatch Ojan on his maleness weapon.

He took the towel and covered it back up. He was at a loss to think of a way to get the thing to fall asleep again.

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After dinner, you get ready to go to work. Ever since that incident, you've always avoided Ojan's eyes. While Ingrid, had not dared to come out of his room.

Ojan helps Rianto, your father, get out of the room in a wheelchair. Ojan has been paying attention to your habits ever since he lived there.

So, this time without being told, Ojan moved himself to pick up his father-in-law while you were preparing dinner.

"Where are you going?" ask Ojan who just delivered your father, and put him back on the bed.

"Oo—" You stopped saying. Suddenly remembered the king anu belonging to Ojan who was upright when he pushed earlier.

You speed up his movements to prepare. Ojan continued to watch over you without the slightest embarrassment. Even boldly teasing you by turning her lips.

"I want more!" he said light without burden.

"Have a son! Is it as easy as eating candy?" your people have slid the rope of their bag onto their shoulders.

"You again ...." Ojan again whined, like a child asking for candy.

"No way!" ketus Andah's.

Ojan put on a manyun face with lips slightly forward. He immediately threw himself on the bed to your back.

You who see Ojan can only sneer. "Based on minors whose bananas can wake up!"

After that, you left without saying goodbye. Opened the door of the room, and the door of his parents' room sounded closed. This indicates that Inggrid hastily entered realizing you were about to come out.

"Basic of the Vampire!" rutuk.

After that you immediately went out of this house. He walked to the nightclub. While walking, you smile to yourself when you remember the incident with Ojan.

"I just found out, a child's banana is also alive," he chuckled to himself and before long, he reached the job site.

Without buying time, you change her clothes with sexy super clothes that are deliberately prepared for this job. However, from the outside sounded a small commotion.

"Noeh ... Andaah ..." An exclamation sounded in Your ear. He was like a memory of a childhood friend calling to invite to play.

After pondering for a while, you remembered that voice. "It's not voice—"

The door opened violently. "Who's that whining about you?" Brother Yana also came with a witty face feeling a funny thing had just happened.

You move quickly out of the locker room looking for the person meant by Kak Yana. You find a man in short pants with a dazed face mobbed by women dressed sexy.

"Ojaaan? Why are you here?" shouted the wife.

Ojan still looks confused, even he got an attack of sexy scenery from beautiful women who surround him.

You feel hot to see her husband surrounded by these women. With a huff, Youah pulled Ojan towards the already empty dressing room.

"Who are you here with?" sniff you don't like.

"So I followed you. But it turns out I got to this place. I asked them, but they were showing me." - Whine.

"Either? Don't cry here! This is no place for a Kindergarten! You go home first!"

Ojan shook his head with his manyun lips. Then his eyes turned to the clothes used by you. "Goddamnit! Why are you wearing such small clothes?"

Ojan took off his shirt and put it on you. "I had time to read the religious book in our room, should not carelessly show the aurat! Just husband and mahram. So, besides, you can't show me everything you need to close up."

You immediately pushed Ojan and strangled him. "Say! You've been pretending all this time, haven't you?"

"Aaagh ... pretend what?" Ojan was caught up with your reaction like this.

bugh

A book fell out of Ojan's pocket. You pick it up. Then read the title of the book that he did not know when he bought it. 'Mahram Records.'

It is written there about anyone who is mahram, and who is not. You sit down and rub his face.

"This is what makes me not want to bring you here. If you've banned it, then I can't do it anymore. Although this marriage is not—" Youah's speech stopped seeing Ojan's face staring at him.

deeghs

'Ah, my heart, ' his mind is not strong to see that gaze.

"If I don't work, then we can't eat."

"Let me work. You're home enough to wait for me to come home."

You know, the wages of being a washerman is not great. In the house they live in, there are four lives to live. Even though she hates her stepmother, you never think of abandoning her stepmother.

"You want to give me permission to work here? I promise, I'll take care of myself." You hold Ojan's hand.

"W-can I say something?" Ojan took off your hand, then placed it on his chest.

"You can hear my heartbeat? It was as if I heard the sound of my heartbeat getting faster. My heart wanted to run out of its place. Please ... What happened to me?" Ojan's face turned red.

You also break away from Ojan's grasp. He headed to his special clothes locker took out a bottle of mineral drink that he prepared.

"You need this!" hand over the object and immediately turn to peek outside.

Ojan immediately gulped, trying to feel whether his heart was still beating fast or had returned to normal. He smiled and drank the water back.

You're closing in on Ojan. "What if you're my bodyguard?"

Ojan gawking. "What is bodyguard?"

"That, the bouncer, uh .. I mean the one who controls all my activities. Making sure I'm okay with no distractions. Well, that's the real husband function."

Ojan raised his eyes rounding his lips. "Ooh, so the husband is the same as the bodyguard?"

"Yes, that's it! So if anyone messes with me, you can beat him up! You don't stay away from me. You can't even look at the lyrics of the other women here!"

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"Heeh, youuh! See what huh?" Ojan pulled a man who was looking at the action you were showing. Suddenly attract the man who continues to look at your body with a lustful look.