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Emotions When He Hovers

The feeling of not being at home alone. I think there are eyes watching. If I meet the person I hate, the nethernya that is beautiful just continue to pierce towards my body from top to bottom. Risky if observed continuously.

"How should I fight? Surely if caught would destroy all the families. Surely Mother and sister Dita will be furious over her husband's behavior, and I-?" The heart kept thinking of ways.

"Ahh, no. I can no longer imagine how angry, devastated and disappointed they would react to us. Oh my God, why is this all happening to me? What is the best way to this problem? It was quite frustrating and desperate."

The car didn't start immediately to go to work. It feels so lazy to leave. The shadow of that disgusting night, now continues to haunt. Each step continues followed by regret. Although not the main culprit, but our decoration is enough to make a slap.

Tuk .. tuk, the window glass is tapped.

"Gosh, what's he doing?" Shocked when Ijal throws a fake smile.

He just kept knocking, so inevitably opened it for him too. I'll drop the window glass immediately.

"Hi sweetie!" greet drama.

"Do you want what?" Roughness answered.

"Dih, who is polite dong with this brother-in-law of yours. It's well-welcome even mad at that."

"Ciiih, dramatic pretentious."

"What's up, Mom?" It turns out that Dita's sister is behind him.

Fortunately, the mouth is not sloshing. It could be bad if I get caught my behavior now looks fed up with her husband.

"There's nothing, baby. Want to ask permission just like you, but he seems to object once your Mas is here."

"Ooh. Let me just talk to him."

Dita approached the glass, and began to want to talk about something.

"That's Anissa, for a while Mas Ijal hitchhiked off to work with you, yeah! You see our motorbike again broke down and had not been taken to the workshop," ask for permission.

Trapped in a difficult situation to make a decision. Accepted fear of being reminded again, but if rejected is not good same brother himself. It was wrong. Precisely Kak Ijal even looks happy and grim from earlier.

"Damn it, is this just subterfuge, sister Ijal? If so, does he still want to be a brash man. Anyway don't let him dare to mess around again, or I'll make a calculation with him. But how?" The resentment of heart when the man winked mischievous eyes.

The steering handle of the kuremas tightly. I want to refuse raw. Afraid of being suspected. I can't think clearly anymore to find an excuse.

"Where, Nis? Just help you once. If you take the transportation, afraid even late later," Kak Dita mecca.

"Yes, here, Nis. Eventually, if you ride a public vehicle later, 'will have to find passengers first," ask for welding by cupping both hands.

Issh, in front of his own smart wife also plays. It's neat he can hide.

"Hhh, yes I have. Then let's get in. I can also be late to leave because of the slow back and forth to deliver," lamented this arrogant.

"Yes, it's not pa-pa. Again and again bantin. You're not going to work eight o'clock. There's still plenty of time too this," lightly sister-in-law spoke.

"Yes, but if going back and forth makes full time. Just make it hard," I complained.

It feels good to hear he's a chatty-ass. I turn the machine on immediately. He who is thick-faced, dormant is waving loving hands at his wife. His hidden smile made my hair begin to creep. Keep praying in my heart not to behave strangely towards me anymore.

"Why did your attitude change so drastically? Don't be angry, you'll be smitten, and your pretty face will be wrinkled" With confidence he can say that.

"Ciih, don't dream. No need to praise. I'm not gonna crack the same stale prank."

"Don't underestimate the dream, because I can make it all reality. Isn't everything real now, isn't it?"

"Don't be rude to you, brother!" Not happy with his behavior that mengoel my chin.

"Oh, I just held your chin, why rent everything? Not that last night has made you overheated and addicted. What is less ration, so angry only? Hahaha, how fragrant is your body!" Revealed.

Shet, my brake pedal stepped on suddenly.

"Why stop, baby?" He throws a grin.

"Can you shut up?"

"Darling .. dear, your head is shady. I don't want to hear you call that word. Moreover, bringing up the events that we have already done. I warned you this once. Don't ever talk about that night, or you'll feel the consequences, "The peak of emotion starts to come out.

"Wuiih, it's also your guts to threaten me. Don't be that way, baby! It's not good to have slept together but you're avoiding. If you miss and want again but not channeled, then make tormented loh it!" The more courageous I just spread my hair that was being scratched.

"Don't be rude anymore. Don't expect me to. I don't think you'll touch it again, you b*jerk." Strong hands.

"Slows. Don't be so angry, ah! It will be gone."

"Mighty fool. That's my right to be angry or not."

"Oh, it can be spicy as well as your mouth. Hmm, as long as you know, yes! Do not use threatening everything, or all of it will even be a bombardment for you."

"Whatchu mean? It's you who's gonna get fucked."

"Wear your brain. If our secret is exposed, you will not only lose your husband but your extended family as well. Is that what you want? Of course not, right? So act with me well. What you want I'll definitely obey" he said, threateningly.

Not wanting to lose arguing with him. He is the first to make a mistake, so do not give up. A man like him if he is not given a warning, surely his behavior will become more and more so.

"I don't care. Now get out of here! Tired of seeing your face that br*hsek," brushed aside.

"Well, how dare you throw me out" his face began to grow furious.

The debate comes to a sudden halt, when she brutally lands a kiss on the lips. Wanted to break away, but this head was held firmly with both hands. Sharp nails managed to grab his arm. He did not flinch in pain, even more violently playing my mouth.

Plak, after being satisfied to channel his wishes. Hand reflex slapping. Breath hunts out of air and vents anger. Eyes darted sharply at the increasingly self-destructive man.

"Basar br*ngsek, you're dead!" revile anger.

A loud screaming voice chased out. The engine immediately plugged in the gas. Leaving him in the middle of the road that began to crowded vehicles. No matter whether or not he is worked on later, the most important thing is that this disgust makes him not to do much.