Leaning Sweet Me
The redhead girl
Metta sighed many times, he should be able to rest on his day off, even all day, he was busy serving the neighbors who came to his house just to apologize, there are also those who bring food delivery as an apology.
Likewise with Sri, her head had started to get dizzy from being constantly asked and answering the same thing, while Andra and Nissa watched them from her dining table, with mouth after mouth that goes into their mouths.
"Bang El is cool, bang?" Andra this time admitted it quickly.
"Abang would also definitely do the same thing if it were this position!"
"Shy, how is it possible!" nissa's lips that the toyoran had on his head.
Until the day turned into evening, everyone had returned to their homes. Metta threw his body on the sofa, holding his pulsating head.
Mac turned off his camera and took care of it, and the two people in charge of helping him looked exhausted.
"Mac, you better have me deliver the package out of town, the cape won't take it this way." The man chuckled.
"Do you have to go through your ridiculous boss' requests every day? one chimed in.
Mac just smiled wryly, "Do you not love your life anymore?" They shake their heads, though,
"Don't until Alan hears you talking about his sister like this" he added.
The two men swallowed the saliva, realizing their words with a single glance.
Metta returned to the room when she heard the phone she had kept in the room ringing. He simply stared at the still-lit white screen without wanting to lift it up.
"Mac, get my fiancee to pick up the phone, or you I'll finish when I get back!"
Mac was amazed by the message he had just read on his phone. This time he agreed with the two comrades who had just helped him.
Mac knocked on Metta's room door, Mac,
"Mr.." No sound, no sound,
"Mbak.;" he said by knocking harder.
Metta clucked, she turned and opened the door of her room a little. " What's up Mac? I'm gonna take a break!"
"Give me a phone call from Mas Farrel, otherwise ...."
Metta immediately closed the door to her room, she'd have memorized it if Mac said something like that.
El.. gales I'm with you, until I really want to bring a broom to hit you.
The phone rang again, lazily Metta stuck the phone in her ear.
"Sa-who don't get mad, I'm sorry! I'm doing this just so they don't vilify you, baby,"
Just hearing his voice, my anger seemed to subside by itself. How can I be angry if your silly behavior is because of the magnitude of your love for me. Inner Metta.
"Dear you listened to me?" farrel said at the end.
"Yes I'm listening to you!" Metta sighed.
"I'm sorry." said Farrel.
"Yes, I'm sorry!"
"Thank God, hehe...." Farrel chuckles.
"Don't laugh El ..not funny at all!"
"I miss big brother...."
Metta swallowed the salivary, actually I'm El too....
"Darling, there's something I want to ask you,""
Metta frowned, "What....?"
"This morning I'm going to hand over my miniature, and maybe we're here to mingle with a lot of people from other countries, don't you mind?"
"Why ask me?I don't even know what you're doing there."
"Does my sister want to be with me?"
"Oh my God, how could I go there, it's hard even if I wanted to!" Metta immediately closed his mouth.
Farrel chuckled, "So it's true that you want to come here, I'll get everything ready if you want,"
"Here you go, do your job quickly!"
"Why? Don't you miss me." God Farrel.
"If you keep talking like that, I'll hang up."
"Farrell...."
Metta heard someone call Farrel's name.
"Miss Yes.... I'm sorry honey I have to hang up, I'll call you back."
Tut
Farrel hung up his phone before Metta answered him. "Ih.. ngeselin!" Metta threw a cell phone in her bed.
Relax Sha, the focus he has said will be meeting many people from various countries, and just now maybe one of them. Inner Metta.
While in other parts of the world.
Farrel is now gathering with selected students from various countries, bringing their respective architectural miniatures. Including him with his skyscraper.
The miniatures were neatly lined up in glass boxes, one by one given a rating. Seen from the judges who nodded with shrunken foreheads.
"You look over there, the man in the red flannel shirt."
(You look that way, the man wearing the red flannel shirt) points someone at his friend.
"Hm... I saw him! He's handsome...."
(Hmm. I saw it! He's handsome.) said his friend without further ado.
"Your man taste is good,"
(Your guy's taste is good, though) Timpal is another friend.
"How can I get to know him, it seems he is not easy to approach. He never looked at other people for more than 5 seconds, especially when dealing with women. Even though we've been here for almost 3 weeks, he's never been talking to a woman."
(How can I get to know him, he doesn't seem to be approachable. He never looked at others for more than 5 seconds, especially when dealing with women. Though we've been here almost 3 weeks, but never in the least he was seen talking to women.)
His first talking friend clucked,
"How about we make a bet!"
(How about we bet!)
After the assessment, they were seen chatting, as well as Farrel who was chatting with a man with thick glasses.
A woman approached them, and,
"Hi... I want to ask you something."
(Hi.
Farrel frowned, "Ask about what?"
(That's about what)
"Are you free tonnage? I want to take you to the club."
(Do you have time tonight? I want to take you to the club)
Farrel looked at the man beside him who was also staring at him. Only the two of them were from the same country, and they were free to speak their native language without any difficulty.
"Thank you, tonight we're no longer on duty, right?" whispered the teary-eyed man in Farrel's ear.
"You will then!" Farrel shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on...Just once before our duties tomorrow!"
Farrel took a moment, what his friend said had a point. Their task will be even more difficult, and they will not have time to do anything.
"Hows it? the red-haired girl was very attractive" asked Farrel again.
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