Leaning Sweet Me
Nosebleeds

Farrel rubbed Metta's shoulder, "Honey, don't be angry! Our son will wake up."

Metta looked up at him, Farrel chuckled, running towards Sri who was sitting at the table eating.

Sri was surprised by Farrel's words, "Sir El, Sha?"

"Ohuk...."

Nissa choked, "Big pregnant!?"

Nissa's view turned to her mother, and vice versa. They are confused and curious too.

"Not ma'am.. ih no baby!" Metta ran after Farrel who had fled to the kitchen.

"Review well.., it's really nice!" Metta beat Farrel blindly, but the hit figure grew even more.

"I'm just kidding baby, end see the face of the brother who frowned so from earlier why hem?" Farrel hugged Metta's shoulder.

"Know, you're so sweet. How can such a thing be made into a joke, ih .. nyebelin .. nyebelin."

Metta continued to attack Farrel with a punch-piercing, pinching him to all sides of Farrel's body in annoyance.

"I keep my image in such a way out there, but still lose to big brother!? Awwss..it hurts so much!" ringis Farrel folded his hands that began to sting.

"You guys, why even mess around, this is how!" He seemed confused by the amount of food.

Nissa refocused, she was swept away in a food puddle on her plate. Andra who just came out of the room to shake his sister's head.

"So, I've never been given food!"

"Dragon...!?" his yell.

"Mom, what are they?" Tanya Andra pointed at Metta and Farrel with her chin.

"Big pregnant bang!?" nissa said with a mouth full of food.

Andra looked up, "What?"

Irritatedly Andra pushed the chair she was sitting on with her feet, then approached Metta and also Farrel who was noisily in the kitchen.

Bugh

"Basic savage, what did you do to my brother huh!" An irritated Andra pulls the collar of Farrel's shirt and lands a punch on his face.

Farrel grimaced, a sudden blow from Andra made Mac scatter and pulled Andra and pushed him to his knees.

"Mac, stop!" exciting Farrel.

"Andra .." cried Metta then approached his younger brother.

"Are you okay?"

Sri and Nissa also rushed towards the sound of a fairly loud impact. " What's the fuss-ri-."

But Andra brushed off her brother's hand, "You're the same, why can't you take good care of yourself!" Andra got up and just went to her room, and closed the door.

They looked at each other, and Metta glared at Farrel, "Let me do the talking!" her word.

But Farrel's hand was blocked by Metta, "I'd better talk!"

Metta passed leaving Farrel standing in his place.

"Fuck why this is so!"

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Metta knocked on Andra's door, but Andra had no intention of telling her, she was seen sitting on the bedside, staring at the window in annoyance.

"Indra, can you come in?" Metta's already in the doorway.

While Andra gave a rude snort, "I was proud of her, I wanted to be like her, yet I turned out to be wrong, bastard!"

"Ndra.., listen to brother's explanation first,"

Metta sat down next to him, but Andra shuffled away from him.

"His brother, do not defend him! For what, he can not even respect brother, cih ... pretend pretentious, in fact what ....!"

Metta sighed, "It's not like ii-tu Ndra!"

"Here brother, better brother out now, I want to be alone! and I'll cancel my training to M country or any help from him," again Andra gave a rude snort.

Metta lost her temper, she puffed up her body, yelled at Andra's head,

"Heh bego, horrify first! Who is pregnant, who cannot take care of themselves? Who's the asshole?"

Then Metta got up and ruffled her waist, "You've been wrong, she's just teasing me, just kidding!" breath gasping.

Andra got up, "So you're not pregnant?" Metta shook her head,

"Do you want me to get pregnant?" Andra shook her head and hugged her sister.

"I've been afraid brother, I can't take care of brother, like Father's mandate," Manik Andra begs.

"Don't cry, it's big! Brother can't carry you now if you cry!" both his eyes also hurt.

Andra held back, one more blink maybe the baby water will fall, "Don't miss the joke, what if it really happened!"

"That means you're Om Andra!" Metta chuckles.

Andra parsed her embrace, "For a long time big brother became like a Farrel bang!" Metta frowning.

Metta pulled Andra's hand, "Udah yuk came out and apologized, you've hit his nose until it bleeds."

Andra nodded, then they came out of Andra's room.

Farrel was sitting on a couch, with his head held up trying to stop the blood coming out of his nose, Mac tried to help him by pairing ice cubes, but still the blood dripped.

"Bang, I'm sorry! I thought she was pregnant!"

"I can get her pregnant if I want to!" said Farrel still with his position.

Metta kicks his ankle, makes Farrel grimace, and Mac advances to prevent.

"Don't keep joking, your words make people misunderstand!"

"Mba, hold your emotions, Mas Farrel is in pain,"

"He must be pretending to be in pain!" Metta poked her lips.

"Nothing Mac!" sergeant Farrel.

Farrel puffed his head, "I've forgiven you Ndra, forgive me too!"

"God, that's more and more of your blood! you're why...."

"I'll be fine later too! andra's punch is very strong for my nose, this sharp,"

"Mother has prepared a natural remedy for her to take, tell her to rest in Sha's room!" sri said then returned to the kitchen.

"Mas, I'm calling Alan!"

"No, little thing so you don't have to report it to her!" Farrel leaned his head back.

"Let's get some rest!" Metta's got Farrel, he's got,

"But remember you can't be spoiled in your house!"

Farrel nodded, his head suddenly dizzy. Metta took Farrel to his room, he lay on Metta's bed.

"Rest," said Metta.

"Sister...." Farrell pulled his hand until he fell into the bed.

Brug

"Oh, you are!" Metta hit Farrel's chest.

"Sick brother!"

"It's just your wits, isn't it?"

Farrel shook his head, "My nose is sensitive, a little bit hurt would definitely be nosebleeds like this!"

"The disease of the rich is strange!" metta

Farrel pulled the corner of his lips next to him, "There is indeed a difference between the disease of the rich and not the rich."

Metta pulled his body, "Have a rest... Don't let me be blamed for not being able to take care of you!"

Farrel got up, "Darling, I should have said that!" tucking Metta's hair behind his ear.

Now that Metta's heart was suddenly pounding, they were staring. Farrel pulled Metta's chin, slowly pulling her closer and closer, not letting go of her gaze, and then gently pressed her sweet lips together.

The great murmur now felt in both, the strange chirping darted out quickly, as fast as the roar of the two breaths, gushing each other warmly, the soft touch now turned into lu'matan, twisting each other with a beating rhythm, the, Farrel pulled Metta's body closer, smashing a white niche until Metta swallowed the salivary.

By tucking his hands back dredged, making the fine fur on Metta's body bristle. Farrel touching his lobe makes Metta more jolted, Farrel breathing in his ear makes Metta more sloping, lying with Farrel on top of him.

His lips continued down Metta's neck, until occasionally biting with anxiety, his hands moved according to instinct, moving from the waist up, touching the chewy lumps with doubt. Metta's chest is getting up and down, there's something charging in there.

Suddenly Farrel's hand stopped moving, he looked at his lover fixedly, his breathing grew heavier, Farrel smiled.

"We'll continue later ..."

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