Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 14

The world belongs to both of them. No other creature stands around them. Even though the streets seem crowded. His views clashed with each other. A beautiful smile was perfect on the faces of both of them. A ray of happiness emanated from the eyeballs of the two.

Gandhi put his hand in his pants pocket. He leaned against the door of Chaca's car right next to the girl while crossing one of her legs.

"Hey, take care of it." Gandhi nudged Chaca's shoulder, awakening from her daydream.

Chaca was also flinched. He looked embarrassed while slipping his hair behind his ears.

"It turns out I didn't see it wrong. You really were a Brownian salesman's sister back then?" he stared at Gandhi looking at the man from head to toe.

Gandhi frowned, "Why doubt?"

"Yes, the problem is that now Om-Om is rich in appearance," Chaca tapped into Gandhi's arm.

As Gandhi's eyes widened, "What? Om-om?!" the pecker shook his head. I never thought if he was likened to Om-om.

"Yes, the more macho, the more emmm .. dazzling that," continued Chaca still smiling beautifully until both eyes narrowed.

"It can be you!" Gandhi ruffled Chaca's hair, pulling both corners of her lips. Chaca's laughter is contagious.

"Where are you going, Om? Don't bring a vehicle, do you? I'm anter yes," Chaca's cerocos while looking for Gandhi's vehicle.

"There's no, Cha. I'm going home. I took the bus. Just look at you coming down. Uh no, rather look at this bracelet," murmured Gandhi holding Chaca's arm. His eyes were pointing at the black thread knitting there.

They faced each other, the distance between the two was getting closer. Their breaths hit each other's skin.  Making the heartbeats of both of them race strongly.

Until, the sound of a container horn echoed, shocking the two of them. Both are wrong behavior. Gandhi scratched the back of his head that was not itching.

The man was stunned, dazed with doubt in his mind. Moreover, Chaca's current appearance hurts the eyes. He only wore a tanktop with a subordinate mini skirt. What will her mother and sisters say?

"Emm .. I don't think so, Cha. Next time, yes" subtly reject Gandhi. She was afraid that the girl would be offended.

"yeah? Why is that, Om?" He saw his disappointed face.

Gandhi felt bad. Finally, he was forced to accept the girl's invitation. Along the way, Gandhi continued to sigh heavily. He turned his eyes towards the window. Occasionally glanced at Chaca's smooth thighs which were explorated in her eyes. Although beristigfar in the heart and stiffened afterwards.

They don't exchange votes. Silent, only the sound of DJ music from Chaca's car tape dominated. The girl even moved her body following the sound of music.

'There's a lot of change. Though this girl was very cute and seemed like a good child, Gandhi's inner watch Chaca through the tail of her eyes.

After going through several twists and red lights according to Gandhi's direction, now they have arrived at the spacious court owned by the mother.

"Woaaah, you live here, Om?" chaca asked glitteringly staring around.

He was amazed by the building of an ancient house with a spacious courtyard filled with many flowers. The atmosphere is very comfortable and cool of course.

"I .. yes," he hesitated. He was confused how to prevent Chaca from entering the home with such conditions.

"Jude, what are you waiting for. Let's go down" said Chaca eagerly taking off the seatbelt that was pinching her body.

"Tap ... but ...."

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