Erstwhiles
42. Dinners

"You're sitting here. Don't be so stubborn!" like a child, Karel pulled Acha's waist down until her butt touched a chair in the kitchen bar's longue bar.

"What do you want?" Acha moved her feet that did not touch the ground.

"Masakin to you," the man wore a yellow apron with a picture of a duck in the middle. Wow. very masculine.

"What can you cook?" the girl insinuated.

"No. That's why I'm sure for you. Look out, yes, it must be swallowed until it runs out," threatened Karel raised the spatula high up to Acha's face.

"If I'm poisoned to keep dying?" the girl leaned in with questions as Karel began slicing onions and a few slices of tomatoes.

"Before death I give artificial breath first, let it not be dead," the man replied grimly.

Huh, it's always the man's mind tipped perverted.

"Want me to help you?" Acha offered herself.

"Stop! Just sit there" Karel stopped. "I don't want the image of my cooking to be ruined by you."

Acha sighed, "How good is your cooking?"

"It must be that roadside fried rice is better than my cooking" he replied.

Acha turned the eyeball, "You intend to prank me?"

"Yup, that's right. So sit down sweet and prepare yourself to taste my cooking!"

"If I don't want to?" Acha.

"I'll force you" answered Karel lightly and began to put all the herbs into a teflon.

"Huh, always have been," growled Acha.

It didn't take long for Karel's cooking to sit on the table. The smell is really exciting. But somehow it feels.

"Taraa!! A bowl of scoglio for the ravishing beauty," Karel thrusts a fork into Acha's hand.

Acha didn't like how Karel called it just now, "I'm beautiful. But do you have to put the word exciting after beautiful?" the girl protested before receiving a fork from Karel's hand.

"You are exciting. I can get tense just by watching you slap her noodles like that."

"No need to wear tissue. I'll clean it up for you!" karel's face advanced forward then licked a speck of stain at the tip of Acha's lips. "Hmm. You're delicious. As usual!" the man's snort.

"Until when are you gonna keep stealing kisses from me?" Acha grumbling.

"Until you run out of kisses?" the reply of the man made Acha careless. "Oh yeah, how's my cooking taste?" karel asked expectantly.

"Hmm. very amazingly salty," teased Acha.

"What is true? Try to bribe me. Aaa.." Karel opened his mouth wide.

Just now that Acha wanted to take meat with her fork, Karel refused. "Don't use a fork. Just put your hand on!"

"Dirty Karel!" Acha.

"Mmh.." Karel shakes no like. She insisted that Acha feed her with her hands straight away.

"Whatever!," Acha took the clam meat Karel with her finger and put it in Karel's mouth.

Without further ado, Karel devoured Acha's mouth until his finger entered Karel's mouth, "Hmm. your race is really good!" the man continued to lick and lick Acha's finger.

"Karel, how long are you gonna act so perverted?" Acha was holding back her patience.

"alright. You finish the meal first," Karel relented, "It's only then that I'm free to pervert to you" she said.

Acha rolled her eyeballs. There is no end to serving the fame of a Karel.

"In addition to cooking for me, who's the woman you've eaten your cooking for?" Acha was suddenly curious. He asked on the sidelines of the activity of swallowing food.

"My grandmother. He taught me to cook. From the failed to the perfect he's never felt it all" Karel told the story.

"Other than that?"

"Eum.." Karel recalled, "My friends in America. I've always been in charge of the grill at BBQ party."

"What about Rena?" Acha put a bribe into her mouth waiting for an answer to come out of Karel's mouth.

The man smiled faintly, "You're so obsessed with Rena?"

"Just answer me!" Acha.