Honey Contract My Husband
Part 20's. Not Who
"Let's feel my magnolava eczema. It's so delicious, try it," Bastian thrusts a spoonful of strawberry-flavored pink eczema with strawberry jam lumbers that look like exclusive lava out of the bowels of the earth.
Jihan wanted to, she opened her mouth and felt the cold soft textured frozen milk that had strawberry flavored with a sweet taste that was right on her tongue.
"Hows it? Yummy?" Bastian asked for his opinion.
Jihan nodded, "Lezat, favors. The sweetness is fitting," Jihan comments on Bastian's sense of order eczema.
Other people who do not know if they are friends since the time of Junior High, maybe you would think if between Jihan and Bastian are a romantic couple who do not hesitate to bribe each other from the same spoon. Likewise with men who have since looked furious at the interassion of two young people who take turns enjoying ice cream from the same bowl and spoon.
"Jihan, why are you running all of a sudden? What's up?" Bastian asked as they gathered at the cafe to enjoy a drink that could cool the throat during the blistering day.
"I was just avoiding someone, Bas," Jihan replied casually.
"You have enemies?" Ask Bastian.
"No, but yes, think of it that way. The point is we were not friendly so I chose to run away rather than be the length of his business," explained Jihan.
Still in the same cafe, at first glance the cafe looks empty in Jihan's eyes. He thought that the man had left the place so that Bastian's invitation to enjoy a glass of iced tea was undeniable.
"Ekhem!" Deheman's voice rang out behind Jihan's body.
The woman's eyes were on guard. He was afraid that the voice of the deheman was someone he had been wary of all this time.
"Damn? Can we talk?" The voice of the man behind his body made my feathers sit Jian goosebumps instantly.
Jihan got up and looked back, "Father? What are you doing here?" asked Jihan hesitated.
"Come with me!" narendra orders Jihan without giving her a chance to refuse because now, Narendra grabs Jihan's wrist and forces the woman to come with him.
Inside the men's bathroom, Narendra brought Jihan in and cornered the woman until it was difficult for Jihan to take a breath.
"Sir, what are you going to do?" Tanya Jihan when Narendra brought Jihan into the bathroom cubicle of the cafe man and locked the movement of the woman until she could not go anywhere other than staring at the chest of Narendra field.
"Is this what you're like when you're outside and is that what you mean by the friends you meet day, evening, and night?" Narendra's question intimidates.
"You're even the only woman among a bunch of guys. Right, those you call friends?" narendra said afterwards.
"Yes, why?" jihan replied with a defiant tone. He should not look weak in front of the man.
Narendra further erodes the distance, "Remind you if your status is no longer a single girl who can be friends with any man at will? Moreover, the condition of you who are pregnant," said Narendra reminded Jihan of her status.
Jihan who had been squeezed into the wall could only look at Narendra's chest while frowning, "It seems like something is wrong from the thought of the Father. Why so many emnagaturku? Have you ever considered me as your wife? Never, you just think of me as a woman who asked for help to give birth to a child for you and your wife. Technically, you have no right to forbid me from being close to anyone, Sir, because basically I am not a person-for-your life," Jihan replied boldly.
Narendra gasped in shock at the reply the young lady gave, "Why did you run away when you saw me? Am I such a creepy ghost to you?" Narendra's question changed the topic again.
"Why did you come after me and make me want to be scared when I'm around you?" Ask Jihan turned around.
"So calm, after I gave birth to this child. Then I'll go as far away as possible from the life of you and your beloved wife. I live only because the father asked and I still have coverage to the wife of the Father," explained Jihan.
"What kind of cover do you mean?" Ask Narendra.
"It's none of your business, Mr. Rendra. Excuse me," said Jihan before she finally pushed Narendra's chest softly until the man could make room for Jihan to move.
"Why are they keeping something from me? What are they doing behind my back?" Narendra asked in his heart.
When Jihan had managed to escape the pressure and crush of Narendra's body, but there was regret in his chest, I don't know what it was. Jihan looked back, looking at Narendra right at her chest. Honestly, Jihan was sorry, why did she not hug the body like the curiosity of her heart that had just appeared at that time.
"Why do I feel so desperate to hold him and stick my head on his chest? Could it be that I'm having epeeti cravings that people are saying about rumors of a pregnant woman's desire that must be fulfilled?" ask Jihan in your heart.
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