Jatukarmas
Chapter 55

The image lifted his gadget that chanted his favorite monotonous ring.

Yudhis thunderous voice did not upset him. He smiled .

"Yes, crazy boy, why did Tumben call me, kowe's sambet?" reprimand Silly image.

"I miss attending workshops with you, Grandma. Come with me on the second-level Reiki seminar plus kundalini, yuk ?" cerocos Yudhis's.

"Ah, crazy kowe crazy crazy boy ! I'm in Jakarta again, so my father's company representative. Where is the seminar?"

"In Malang."

"Well !" Imagery could have guessed that Yudhis was grinning a horse across the street.

"Cieee who is now a career woman, pretentious busy already. You know, Grandma, if Kundalini has risen, it's the black magic, the subtle spirit, the ronaldo de-el who likes to ngincer you will run away ! Let your life tentrem ayem no longer hit by macem-macem rich first !"

"Yes, yes I know, take it. That workshop will definitely be held again sometime, right ? Well, when I've been on leave, and then go home to Malang, I'll join kowe deh."

"really right? Anyway if the attend seminar with you is the most exciting, Grandma. Yes, you have continued to be a courier woman. I want to continue the patrol first. Bye !"

There was a sound of the phone being closed arbitrarily before Citra finished her greeting.

You fucking cunt.

A few seconds later, the phone rings again.

"Why else, crazy?" sapa Citra .

"When take Sherly seminar yuk too. Let him not constantly depressed mikirin his legs are twitching eyes !"

"Yes, I can."

"Well, that's it !" The phone closed again. The image of the head bobble.

Tong.tong.cong ..

The monotonous and unique ringing of the phone sounded lag. The image snatched his car and shouted in annoyance.

"Heh crazy boy, kowe if you say that's the real one, finished first until clear, let's not tang tong tong just hape me !" seju Citra .

Silent moment. A few seconds later, a heavy voice sounded in wonder.

"Partner? "

Oh gosh. That's Nice Saksena.

"Oh. Sorry, sorry, I thought my friend," Kartika's image grimaced in embarrassment.

"I've guessed, you must be mistaken !" The heavy voice laughed softly. "A beautiful girl like you must be a lot of fans, including those who disturb via phone calls huh?"

"Oh no, that was my friend, my former team in the corps. I'm like a brother anyway, so if you like it at will, ngeselin."

Diih, why should I also explain to him? Batin Citra Kartika's.

"Partner. later tonight you have no show?"

"There, there's.." Sahut Quick image . "Later tonight I'm going to bed. "

"Rrr ..I'm going to bed tonight, too. Will you...hemmm.... be with me?" saksena's Nice Voice is disjointed.

"Why together!?" sambar Citra.

"Eat night, Citra. Dinners. Masaa bobo with...hmm ? Do you want to ?"

"Huh !"

"Duh, how fierce !" Nice Saksena laughed lightly. "The signal there is bad, huh? My word is cut to pieces, isn't it?" Goda. Though the angel also knew, he was deliberately fooling around.

"Reason. I'm mager again. PMS as well . Ogah ah to everywhere ."

"You don't have to go anywhere. Let me take the princess to the hotel, okay?"

"I have to find a way out. "

"Will the princess be carried in bridal style?" goda Bagus Saksena .

"Silly, ah."

"Or we'll have dinner at the hotel. We eat in the balcony, call in room dinning !"

"Hngg..."

"Yes, yeah. Thanks for the attention, mr_yang_very_understand_women !" image with special emphasis.

"I'm sincere. How do I hear the scent of innuendo ! I feel conditioned as a land crocodile !" the Good Protest Saksena.

"Damor.." The image of a small laugh.

"Well, I admit that Good Saksena was smart to talk a long time ago. Okay, I lost. I'll wait until 7 o'clock. Through that you haven't knocked on my door, I'm not open !"

"Ready, princess ! The riding prince is ready to slide into the scene !" good Word Saksena kocak .

Five minutes later, Citra's doorbell rang. With wonder Citra Kartika opened the door to Bagus Saksena who waited with a cool look.

"Huh? Did you call from the lobby?" tanya Citra was stunned.

"Yes." said Bagus Saksena Short.

"Huh, you cheater !"

Nice Saksena chuckled.

Image pulled over to let Bagus Saksena in. They stepped towards the balcony, then sat on a chair facing the view garden.

"I was going to take you to dinner, anyway. I was going to knock on your door. But it's not good with you. That's why I called first ."

They ordered a dinner that was not too heavy. Citra ordered only chicken mushroom soup and fruit salad. After their order came, Bagus Saksena invited Citra to eat while chatting around their respective backgrounds.

Good story about his mother who came from Bali and until now still often return to Bali. To visit both parents and relatives in Bali. The story provoked Citra's enthusiasm to tell her about her grandmother who also came from Bali.

"Mother of my mother, she was called Meme by my mother. He is from east Bali. Married to my grandfather and settled in Malang until the end of his life," Citra Kartika said warmly.

"My grandmother was named Anak Agung Istri Raini, a painting and dance artist who was of noble blood in one of the palaces in Bali. But he came out and was not recognized by the family, as a result of refusing an arranged marriage with a noble man of his parents' choice. And chose to marry my grandfather, a pure Javanese man. "

"So we both have the blood of Balinese descent. Looks like we're a soul mate !" saksena Nice Smile.

"Maybe it is !" reply Light image .

"You agree ?" Good Word Saksena enthusiastic . Hand held Citra who had finished eating his food.

"Every possibility can happen right." Citra said.

"The point is you agree that we are fools ! Aren't they ?"

"When did I say I agreed ? I just said maybe !" refute Citra with red cheeks, because his hands feel warm grasped big hand Nice Saksena.

"Yay, why ? So girls don't be reckless if you're being told to !" whisik Bagus Saksena .

Citra Kartika. Bagus Saksena's lips were so close to her ears, when the man brought his face closer to the side of Citra's head.

"Don't get too close dong sir, heloow." said Citra Kartika. He pushed a little Bagus Saksena's shoulder with his free hand.

'And his hand gospels please be conditioned !" said Citra while releasing her warmly grasped hand.

"Duh, the former army of the reverse corps is indeed different. It's a little hard to approach." joked Bagus Saksena.

"Not only difficult to approach, but also fierce. Look out, don't fuck with me !" mencam Citra Kartika's.

"Ow, fear ! But I like ferocious girls !" sahut Bagus Saksena while winking one eye.

"Jijay!" kaluh Citra Kartika's. "Can you, the mischievous image of Prince Bagus Saksena is removed from your face, pliz ? I became illfeel . Losing taste. "

"Yaaah . That's it ! You can not forget the past that is not good to remember. Can you not ?"

"Can. As long as you don't anymore fashion on that perverted Prince !"

"Ngga promise. Abis you're so seductive the hell !" Nice Saksena grinned naughty.

"Huh, if that's sorry.. I'm close to a perverted man."

"I'm not a pervert !" the Good Protest Saksena.

"Then what is this?" kuluh Citra Kartika was upset. He removed the hand of Bagus Saksena who stopped over his shoulder.

"Hehehe..."

That night Citra Kartika managed to get Bagus Saksena to go home alone, after two hours later.

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