DUDA USIL Vs GIRL BAR-BAR
Kirain In Room.

Yeyen's grandmother who was still in the kitchen and still struggling with cooking ingredients jumped in shock when she heard a door closed very tight. Leaving her cooking ingredients in the kitchen and hurriedly the elderly lady walked towards the living room. As quiet as no one, his attention was sidetracked on a plastic table in front of the television. Seen there are vermicelli, mustard and pancong cakes. That means her grandson is home. But where is his grandson? Immediately he approached the grandson's room knocked on the door several times there was no reply from inside.

"Ditha ... You're inside, right?"

Yeyen's grandmother knocks on Ditha's door again and again she must accept the fact that the grandson does not answer her words. He also moved away from the door and chose to go to the kitchen with plastic groceries in his hand.

"Why is my grandson that one?" he muttered, "just this time I heard Ditha regret it until she closed the door very tight, fortunately not collapsed the wall of her room."

Yeyen's grandmother decided to continue cooking and chose to focus on her current cooking

The best way is to go home. After paying for the pancakes Ditha immediately walked over in a hurry not wanting to look back. Even the word of the pancake merchant was not he ladenin back. It was hard to be in Ditha's position.

At the age of just entering 18 years Ditha has felt thousands of events in her life so far. No amplifier other than himself is the amplifier. Although the closest people always support, but it will be very different from the support provided by both parents. Yes, since abandoned by both parents for eternity, Ditha was taken care of by Aunty from her mother's sister and her husband.

Ditha is small and does not understand anything about the rigors of the world and now the beautiful girl has grown into a teenager who is liked by many men her age. Not only his age even men far from the adults of him there are those who like Ditha and intend to have Ditha completely. However, all the good intentions of the adult man who had visited the house of his late parents were immediately rejected outright by both parents Ditha, because at that time he was not yet 12 years old, but there are already some men who want to marry Sabiya Paramaditha Dhara.

Half an hour of tears had been shed without any sound. She did not want her grandmother to worry about her current condition. Let everything be alone, for it has become his daily intake. Standing in front of the mirror looked at her condition from top to hair, then her gaze turned on both her cleavage. Ditha walked to the window and then closed until the curtain meeting after it was safe she stood in front of the mirror again.

Slowly the t-shirt she was wearing was pulled upwards, clearly visible in front of the mirror navel visible then the movement of his hand back pulled the shirt higher and now very clearly visible both batok darknya plastered real in front of the mirror.

There were no signs of redness in the area of her cleavage or nipples, stared at briefly and then lowered back the shirt so that it closed both sides that had been plastered real in front of the mirror. Her ass was dropped on a dresser chair.

"Stupid!" the sarcasm while looking at himself in the mirror."lo stupid anyway, Tha! Couldn't keep making use bh, gosh. It was just kneaded not in the meal, in the lick of the abis in the dip, was not it! If so, yeah, how?" Ditha squeezed her hair in frustration.

"Could ruin your future, Tha. Argha! Bastard!" his yell.

Her face she hid under both hands resting on the dressing table. Close his eyes for a while, after which he moved out of the room and into the bathroom. Just wash his face just hope the remnants of his crying was lost so that the grandmother did not suspect him. Just about to approach the grandmother in the kitchen, the ringing sound on her phone made her footsteps stop.

Taken his phone and then seen on his phone screen the name of someone he knows very well.

"Hello. What's up, om?"

[It hurts again? ]

"Who? Me?"

[Hm, yes. ]

"Ng–ngak. I used to cough like this," elak Ditha. "what's wrong?"

[Sure you are not sick? ]

"God. Sure enough, I'm the one who fussed."

[ Or did you cry? What is crying about? Break up in love? ]

The successive questions he heard from there made his head want him to roll right.

[So .. am I right or wrong? ]

"Wrong! Um, what do you need? No need to beat around the bush, my battery is lowbat."

[If it hurts, I want to go to your house now. You all come home from school. ]

"Eh?" Both his eyebrows are intertwined. "I don't get sick, my God. Do you know my house?"

[Know dong. Even your birthday I know. ]

Ditha was stunned to hear the honest answer coming out of Ezra's lips. He dropped his phone reflex on the mattress, but he quickly grabbed it and he wanted to connect it with the charger cable. However, Ditha paused after hearing a voice from there.

[Let's open the gate. I'm in front of your house. ]

"What?!" peekit Ditha's.

Because of her curiosity Ditha chose to peek from the window of the room to pay attention to the area around the house when she was busy watching outside her house, again a silly sound from there echoed in her room. With a feeling of arrogance, Ditha approached her phone.

"Not funny!" ketus Ditha while connecting the charger cable on his phone.

Ezra laughed with satisfaction at his protege, he knew Ditha was very smart to fool. However, the girl would definitely be smarter at fooling others, but it seemed like the current mood of the girl was not good so it was easy for stupid Ezra.

[ Funny. Your face must be funny now. I wonder what your expression is like. Haha …. ]

Ditha rolled her eyeballs lazily and she dropped her ass on the dresser chair.

"If you want to debate tomorrow."

[ Where is it? ]

"It was school, time in the cemetery."

[Oh, hm. Kirain in the room. ]

"What?" tekik Ditha makes Ezra upset instead of playing hear it. His ears hurt because of his cell phone he put next to his ear.

Whats? Whats? Why bring a room?

[Less tight you yell, Ditha! Let my phone speakers leak. ]

Ditha grimaced and scratched her non-itchy head.

"Sorry om's. Speaking of kayaking again gargles, not heard.]

TB