Kissing Strangers
Kissing Strangers - Kissing Strangers

After the inauguration, Chris plans to return to Indonesia, completing his responsibilities as a lecturer. He will resign well. Now he, Shakila, Shakila's friends and his two men have been in Jakarta.

As promised Chris too, after completing his affairs on campus. He wants to meet Shakila's parents.

Today this week, Shakila was visibly riled up, having to tell her Daddy that someone would want to come. Two days ago, Michael was back from overseas.

Right now, Shakila was standing in front of the mirror taking a deep breath, about to descend down, where Mommy and Daddy were relaxing.

"Oh, how's this?" Shakila muttered for a moment, neutralizing her erratic feelings. He was afraid that Chris' arrival was not welcomed by his Daddy. Given how fierce his Daddy was, Shakila hung in horror for a moment, afraid of being exposed to his Daddy's tantrums.

"Come, Shakila. You have to be brave, who knows your Daddy understands!" Shakila tried to encourage herself. In a split second, with four five spirit steps, Shakila walked out of the room and went downstairs.

"Mom! Dad!" As soon as he got below, Shakila immediately called her parents, who were talking to each other. Michael and Sekar turned their eyes away for a moment.

"What's up, honey? Come here, sit here." He told his daughter to sit on the side.

"Hm? Yes what's wrong?" michael asked as he picked up the cup containing coffee on the table.

Shakila approached and sat down slowly beside her Mommy.

"Mom, Dad, um that...." Suddenly Shakila was sweating when she saw his Daddy's gaze. Michael was just staring at his daughter, but to Shakila, it was a death stare.

"That's what, Shakila said, Daddy's not a psychic, are you asking to buy a new bike?" Michael sipped his coffee slowly.

"Not Dad, hehe." Shakila smiled blandly afterwards. Then glance at Mommy at a glance who even stroked slowly his long hair.

"Then?" Michael squinted his eyes seeing his daughter look suspicious.

Before replying, Shakila took a deep breath and said, "Dad, there's someone who wants to come here later this afternoon to see Daddy."

Shakila gulped for a moment when she saw the look on his Daddy's face changed.

"Who? A boy or a girl?" michael asked while changing his sitting position.

"Who dear, is your friend?" Just chimed in, he noticed the behavior of his daughter who seemed nervous, for what reason.

"Lecturer Sha–"

"Are you causing trouble again, Shakila!" Michael interrupted suddenly, with his high voice.

"Bu-kan Dad," Shakila replied slightly stammered as she twirled the tip of her shirt slightly.

"Then what?" Michael still raised his voice. He was so annoyed with the behavior of his son this one, because it has repeatedly made a tantrum on campus and in the end he also intervened, in the problems of his daughter.

Shakila's heart frowned for a moment.

"Prophey, Shakila hasn't spoken yet, be patient." She shifted her buttocks and stroked her husband's chest to calm him down.

Michael snorted for a moment. "Honey, you know for yourself, Shakila always makes a tantrum, then why suddenly there is a lecturer who wants to come home, there must be something on campus," he said while putting a cup on the table.

"No Dad! Shakila did not do anything else anyway, the lecturer came just wanted to be in touch with Daddy and Mommy, because Shakila was dating the lecturer so he wanted to see Daddy, someone wanted to talk," said Shakila, quickly then lowered his head instantly because he did not want to see his Daddy's reaction.

Michael and Sekar were shocked. The two cast their eyes on each other. As if I couldn't believe what their daughter said just now.

"For what? If you want to go out, then just go out. At most break up." Michael gave his opinion with his flat face.

"No! Why break! Shakila is serious about Chris!" shakila protested quickly, as she stared at her Daddy.

Michael rolled his eyes upwards. Because he already knows the lunge of his daughter who still likes to play around.

"Sir Chris? You mean, the lecturer who posted at Mommy's boarding house yesterday." Ask a question to Shakila. He's getting surprised.

Shakila nodded slowly.

"You know, honey?" Michael glanced at Sekar.

"Yes of course I know, he's the lecturer I asked for help to keep Shakila on campus," Sekar replied, honestly. "But I didn't expect that Shakila and Chris were dating and yesterday she was out of the boarding house too." Sekar glanced at Shakila for a moment.

Michael refused to answer. However, he turned his eyes to Shakila.

"If you want friendship, please, Daddy does not forbid," said Michael without expression at all.

"Thank you Dad." Shakila threw a stiff smile. He wants to be honest that Chris is a bule. However, he blurted out his intention, when he saw the glint of his Mommy eyes, which seemed to understand his unease.

"But Shakila please, welcome Mr. Chris well yes, hehe. Shakila's going upstairs first, she's coming around 3." Shakila stood up.

"Hmm," Michael replied with low dehumanization. After that, Shakila hurried off to her room. Leaving the Sekar that brought the body closer to the husband.

"Honey, someone wants to talk about it, but you don't get angry, if you can follow Shakila's will, however, we can't distinguish races" Shakila said slowly while touching the back of her husband's hand.

Michael raised one eyebrow of his eyes slightly."Why why?"

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By evening, as Chris said. He will come to Shakila's house to convey the seriousness of the relationship with his lover. As soon as he pressed the doorbell, Chris tidied up his white shirt for a moment, neutralizing his current uncritical feelings.

"Good afternoon, Chris." When the door opened, Sekar greeted Chris first.

"Good afternoon, Aunty. Sorry to interrupt his free time," said Chris with a faint smile.

"Oh it's okay, this afternoon Shakila said if you want to visit, come on please come in." Let Chris go inside. Chris nodded slowly and then stepped foot, entering the modern European-style house.

Chris immediately met with Shakila who was down the stairs, about to approach him.

"Dear." Shakila ran and hugged Chris.

Chris was surprised to see the scene. Just smiling to see his daughter. "Darling, there's still your Mommy here." Chris whispered in Shakila's ear for a moment while smiling wryly at Sekar.

Shakila just regained consciousness. As fast as lightning he broke down the embrace.

"Hmmmmm!" The heavy and loud snarl at the end there, shocked Shakila and Chris instantly. Michael was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper and accidentally saw Shakila and Chris cuddling.

Chris threw a faint smile later.

"Good afternoon, Uncle."

Shakila was astonished, seeing Chris' friendly attitude towards her Daddy.

"Hm, afternoon" said Michael, without any intention of standing up from the couch.

"Yes, let's join the living room, Chris."Trying to melt the atmosphere.

Think of it as Chris's reply.

"Shakila, please take food and drinks in the kitchen, Mommy was ready on the table" added Sekar. Shakila nodded in understanding then glanced at Chris briefly before going into the kitchen.

Chris sat down in front of Michael. He could feel the same aura as her. His Daddy's face Shakila did look sanggar and fierce according to his expedition.

Right now, in the room were just the two of them. Just a moment's notice wanting to help Shakila pick up food and drinks to bring into the room.

"What do you need to do here?" asked Michael without further ado. He folded the newspaper that had been clutched in his hand and looked at Chris.

Chris reviewed a faint smile for a moment and got ready to open his lips. However, the arrival of Sekar and Shakila undoes his intentions. The two immediately put food and drinks on the table and joined them. Sit next to Michael. Shakila sat next to him.

"So, what's your purpose in coming here?" Michael seemed to be impatient to hear Chris's answer. He began to take the orange ice on the table, which his wife had brought earlier and sipped it slowly.

"I'm sorry Uncle, I've had a bad relationship with your daughter, Shakila. I didn't expect to be able to put a taste on Shakila either. I want to have a serious relationship with Shakila" Chris said, taking Shakila's hand. Shakila smiled faintly hearing him.

"It's not just dating, it's getting to a serious level, Uncle," he said, turning his eyes toward Michael.

She smiled, hearing Chris's intentions and goals. Different from Michael. He even grinned thinly.

"You sure? Want to make Shakila your wife?" Michael put the glass on the table.

"Sure Uncle, I've strengthened my heart."

"Curtain! Shakila was a kid, did you know she couldn't cook and was still wetting her bed?"

"Daddy!" Shakila stood up because her father's words did not match the facts. That's right, one that can't cook.

"I'm sure Uncle, I'll accept all of Shakila's flaws." Chris reached for a hand. Shakila to sit next to him back. Shakila threw a smile at the reply of her lover.

Michael snorted violently, looking at the romantic scenes of his son and a grown man. Although already given understanding with Sekar earlier. Michael did not immediately say yes. Moreover, the age of Shakila and Chris was quite far adrift. He disagrees aka less srek.

Now pull Michael's arm to try to be friendly to the guest. However, Michael heeded Sekar's words.

"Do you know, Shakila was a kid when she thought she wanted to make a baby sister use clay? Are you still sure, anyone knows he doesn't understand!" exclaiming Michael. Making Sekar and Shakila widen her eyes.

"Daddy, what the fuck! Don't accuse the no-no! Shakila could never have said that, Shakila is already big now, even Shakila has already been ciu–hmmf!"

Shakila flinched when her hand was pulled by Chris and her mouth was suddenly stifled. Chris glared sharply hoping Shakila didn't say something that would make his image bad.

What did he say, kiss, kiss? I didn't want my Shakila to be a kid, when she was a kid, she thought babies were made of clay. No way, my beautiful baby pajik's can't have kissed this ugly man!

Michael squinted his eyes, looking at the interaction between Shakila and Chris now.