It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
76. A phallus?
Write it between tired and tired yes kak 🙏🙏🙏 many typo and short.
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"I'm sorry .. excuse me. My future wife will pass." Mr. Arendra pushed the woman coldly.
"Eh, don't do it, sir. Poor thing!" I said hold the woman so she doesn't fall.
However, my hand was again pulled rough and he continued walking regardless of me being dragged in his footsteps.
"Sir? It hurts!" I pulled my hand that was being held very tightly.
I looked back, the woman was staring at us with her own face. Is he the lover of the old Mr. Arendra? He kept pulling me until the woman he had seen no more.
"Sir!" Even I who had rebelled was not considered at all.
He stopped his steps without looking at me in the slightest. Then release my forced-tracted wrist earlier. "Go!"
Then he turned to the other side. I stroked my hand in pain from the man. It's so nice of him .. After making me feel so sad, he left at will.
"Well! Aneeeh!"
"Basic boy! It's no different with Elena." I continued to grieve his attitude that turned nomadic again suddenly like that.
I immediately headed to the campus and experienced the loneliness I had become accustomed to. I don't care when I don't have any close friends anymore.
Let it ...
I went to college to find knowledge ...
Achieving a dream that is rarely owned by hamlet children like us.
Yes, let it be ...
The world will not stop even if no one comes close to me.
Hmmm ... What did I just do? Singers unknown to the outgoing society with origin humming in the soul..
The lecture is over. I rushed to the motor to the house. Elena was waiting there.
Because it is still in the campus area, the motorbike I drive very slowly. I can still see the frenzied atmosphere of the campus being a spectacle by the students.
The closer, the more clearly a quarrel was heard between the two women. Hmmm .. I'm interested to know what's going on. Helmet I opened.
"Basan wanjen you, huh? What's your name!? Let me ask you to take out your itchy kayak actor. It's nothing you've embarrassed your parents for. It's free you go to high school if you're just my husband's bed woman!"
"Your husband is nervous. Or the one who doesn't give you satisfactory service."
Behind the crowd, I felt very familiar with that voice. It was the voice of a friend who used to be quite close to me.
"Did you say itchy women?"
I heard the screams between the two men. While some people watching tried to break up, there was no sign the quarrel would stop.
"Feel this! You little lady!"
"Basic ja l*ng not know yourself! Here you! You're going mam pus today!"
I finally decided to go down and wanted to try breaking through to see firsthand who the person in the middle was. The fight sounded stopped. There were two men who were both holding the two women.
With great difficulty I tried to keep breaking through and entering the cracks of their crowd.
"Hah ... finally successful too!"
Then my eyes opened to see who was craving it. One of them was a girl who had been a close friend of mine.
"Cathlon?" He looked at me for a moment, then threw away his face.