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CHAPTER 3 IQBAL
" m his room.
After making sure Ara goes into the room m
" Iqbal ...” Ara's spoiled voice Unknowingly Iqbal smiled as Ara's tiny hand coiled around her flat belly. That's how Ara's attitude can change in the blink of an eye from lion to cat, sometimes from cat to lion.
" Hey Princess. Come sit.” Iqbal invited Ara
" Well, this must be fried rice made by Bunda Arin,” sloroh Ara splash.
" yes dong. Come eat,”
" Lo don't eat ? Come, with me eat it.”
" I ate before I came here. You eat only, you eat only can increase the level of satiety in my stomach,” said Iqbal while stroking Ara's hair gently.
" Norak lo, Bal,” Ara said as she sat down and began to devour her tantamount fried rice. Iqbal smiled as he looked at the shady face of Ara who was eating her breakfast. Iqbal never want to be away from Ara because Iqbal knows Ara does not like loneliness, Ara does not like solitude, Ara really needs it. Iqbal had promised to take care of Ara with all her soul and body, not caring even if she had to sacrifice her own life for Ara
" Lapah terribly Neng,” Iqbal seductive with his hoarse voice. Ara looked at him while smiling knots.
“ Laper, Bal.”
Iqbal smiled when he saw Ara smiling very sweetly.
" Lo Not eating, yes last night,” asked Iqbal while staring fixedly at Ara's bead eyes
Ara shook her head with a mouth full of fried rice which she had just bribed into her mouth.
" Why not call me ? Come with me to the supermarket. Your fridge is empty, your kitchen is a mess. Pembokat lo On where, anyway Kok On not becus all,” Iqbal nagging while his hands tidying his black hair.
" Hm .... Bal, can I hitchhike at your house ? I can't stand it here. I've never considered it to exist.” Ara stirred the stir fried rice on her plate using the spoon she held. His face suddenly turned sad, his tears flowing into a small river in Pipi without being able to hold up.
" Could Ara,” Iqbal give a moment's pause, approach Ara and immerse Ara's face in the chest of her field.
Ara nodded as her hands hugged the tall body of Iqbal she immediately softly kissed Ara's forehead
" Abisin tuh nasi goreng, entar nanya nangis, you know. After eating we go to the supermarket. Lo know for yourself What portion of your meal is a giant Kayak,” Iqbal joking melt the atmosphere.
" Fuck lo,” Ara hit Iqbal's arm hard, then continued eating it.
Iqbal chuckled to see Ara eating her food again with a voracious after eating Ara snatch a glass of orange juice that Iqbal wants to dow.
" Eh that's the juice I made myself sono," dumel Iqbal was upset.
" No want I want to have lo,” whine Ara who immediately downed not rested glass of orange juice.
“ Basic lo giant,” Iqbal sneered annoyed.
“ Bodo very,” Ara peeling tongue, mocking Iqbal.
" Luckily brother lo. If not ...”
" If not why,” asked Ara fiercely.
“ If I have not kissed you here,” replied Iqbal with his perverted grin.
" Basic perverted cousin,” said Ara half-screaming as she ran towards Iqbal's car.
" Come Iqbal said he wanted to go to the supermarket,” added Ara from the front door.
" yes, yes, Bawel, lo,” said Iqbal while grunting annoyed. In a slow motion he followed Ara
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