FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP
Chapter 211 YADI NGELABA
"Mom. Excuse me first. I'll take my stuff first. I will be back in the afternoon." Mila said goodbye to Sari.
"Yes, Mila. You go back to mess first?" ask Sari.
"Yes, Mom. But I went to the hospital first. Take care of the absenteeism" replied Mila.
"Yadi! Please anterin Mila to the hospital. Well, my motorcycle keys asked me to do it!"
"No need, Mom. I can go home by online taxi" said Mila.
"Eh, no. Let it be delivered." Sari is not to be denied.
"Ready, Mom," Yadi said.
"I change clothes first. Just a minute, Madam Mila." With the spirit of Yadi come inside. In the back of the house there is a small room that is usually used by Yadi for rest.
Good, make entertainment. When else can I get a beautiful girl. Yadi stepped up while smiling happily.
Mila also according.
It's good, too, with the cost. Inner Mila.
"Mom. Later after lunch, mas Rendi do not forget to take the medicine."
Mila prepared the medicine that should be consumed by Rendi.
"This is an antibiotic. It has to be spent" said Mila.
"Starting later in the afternoon, it's your responsibility, Mila," said Sari.
"Yes, Mom. I'll be here again in the afternoon."
Before long, Yadi was ready with a jacket and hair that was combed by a mist.
"Rapi is very much you, Yadi. Where you going?" ask Tono.
"Nganterin mbak Mila, sir," replied Yadi.
Sari looked at Yadi from top to bottom. Sari was stunned to see it. Yadi doesn't usually dress up.
"Why, Mom?" ask Yadi.
"Nothing. Just a wonder. You don't usually catch this" replied Sari.
"It can be, Mom. Especially want to boncengin chick as beautiful as mbak Mila. Shame dong if I say messy," said Yadi.
"It could be you, Yadi."
Suddenly Monica came. Sari saw it first.
"Eh, Yadi. If it's that chick, what?" tanya Sari meredek Yadi.
Yadi looked out. Towards Monica who was walking in.
"If that model is so, don't wear pants, Mom. Haha." Yadi chuckles.
Ahem!
Rendi.
"Eh, sorry Mas Rendi. Slips!" Yadi immediately pulled out.
Mila followed Yadi. Until the moment he passed Monica, his eyes stared intently at Monica's slightly open chest.
Monica puffed it up.
Cleguks!
Yadi who turned his head and had a chance to see it, gulped.
Bussyet! Tuh melon, big. I think it can be tried if Mas Rendi is already bored. Inner Yadi.
"Udah come, sir. So don't you want me to?" ask Mila.
"Yes, so Ma'am. Sorry, just wash your eyes for a second" replied Yadi.
"Wash your eyes in the sink, sir. That's called brainwashing!" suhut Mila while walking out.
"Aren't you dirtying the brain, Mommy?" ask Yadi.
"Yes too, yeah. Huh, ah. It was noon. I'll be late." Mila rushed out.
This time you can win, can linger near Rendi. But starting in the afternoon, never hope! Mila's murmur aimed at Monica.
"Mila's sister said what?" ask Yadi while menstater motor matic Sari.
"Eh, no, sir. Just saying, in the afternoon I have to come here," Mila replied lying.
"Do you want me to pick it up?" tanya Yadi offered herself. Yadi will be happy to pick up Mila.
"No, Sir. Fear of nicotine," replied Mila.
"No, Ma'am. For a woman as beautiful as Madam Mila, Yadi is ready to take care!" sahut Yadi's.
"Suami on standby dong, sir?" Mila get on the crap.
"If Madam Mila allows," said Yadi while pulling the gas slowly.
"Allow what?" ask Mila doesn't understand.
"Let me be a standby husband" replied Yadi.
Ow hell! Even about the wife. I don't know if I said I was single? Ask Yadi in your heart.
Just getting inside, Yadi hit a small rock in the street. The motor is a little bit smeared.
"Ati-ati, Sir!" Spontan Mila hugged Yadi's waist.
Alhamdulillahot. Behind the quality, even get a blessing. Yadi felt his back bolong hit by two mountains Mila. Although not too big, but it feels very chewy.
Mila let go of her embrace again.
"Ati-ati dong, sir. What if it falls?" grunts Mila.
Yadi just smiles. Mila herself did not realize that she had hit two mountains. Fortunately it did not erupt.
"Yes, Mother. Excuse me. Mila held the kayak earlier, dong. Let if it's bad again, don't fall" said Yadi.
"Cock the bell again? Can't Mr Yadi take a motorcycle?" ask Mila.
"It can be so, Ma'am.Just I want to speed this up. I want to be Valentino Rossi. So Madam Mila's a tight grip, yeah."
And without Mila expecting it, Yadi actually pulled the gas tight.
Wush!
Mila is floating. And once again, Mila hugged Yadi's waist tightly.
Yadi smiled happily. Her waist feels warm. It was as warm as his back that felt Mila's embrace.
"Slow it down, sir!" exclaim Mila.
"What?" Yadi slightly turned her head and turned a little to the right.
Automatically, her cheeks almost met Mila's cheeks.
"Slow it!" Mila brought her lips closer to Yadi's ears. Yadi looked to the side.
"Slow, Sir!" exclaim Mila again.
"okay!"
Ciiit!
Yadi deliberately braked suddenly. And the two twin mountains of Mila seemed to be getting stuck into Yadi's back.
Perfect!
"Oh, Mr. Yadi, rest!" Mila hit Yadi's back in a fit of rage.
"Kok rese? He said to slow down?" Yadi is not to blame.
"Yes. But don't boggle. My chest hurts, you know!" mila Sahut.
"Ooh sorry, Ma'am. Hit my back, huh?" Yadi pretended to be sorry. But he enjoyed it very much.
"Yes, sir," said Mila spoiledly.
Yes, very gemesin. So kepingin nguyel-uyel. Inner Yadi with the language of the region.
"Yes, now slow down." Yadi stiffened thinly.
Don't miss the nyampe. Even though Mila has not stuck anymore, at least it has received a lot of bonuses. Yadi smiled to himself.
"Kok, Mr Yadi is smiling?" Mila saw it from the rearview mirror.
"Kan ngeboncengin pretty girl. Time to pout. Loss dong," replied Yadi.
"Oh, Mr. Yadi can do it!" Mila pinched Yadi's waist.
"Aw!" Yadi squirms kegelian.
"Sir Yadi gelian, huh?" Mila laughed out loud.
"Yes, Mother. But if the nyubit Madam Mila, I want to break the gel," replied Yadi.
"Related?" ask Mila. He felt cold to tickle Yadi. Even though they're still on the highway.
Yadi nodded.
And sure enough, Mila even tickled Yadi's stomach.
"E.eh, Ma'am. Don't tickle. We will fall!" Yadi tried to hold the gel.
He said that just joking. It turns out Mila was real.
"And it was Mr. Yadi who asked." Mila kept tickling Yadi's stomach. Until the motor driven by Yadi to the right.
Tiii...!
A motor clawed loudly and preceded the Yadi motor while swearing.
"God! If you want to date, don't go on the road!"
Yadi and Mila laughed out loud.
Not woy's date! Ngelaba again! Inner Yadi.
Then Yadi grabbed Mila's hand and held it to her waist. Mila unconsciously rested her head on Yadi's back.