Leaning Sweet Me
Perfect future wife's

"El.. how?" he said when he came out of the room fittings.

Farrel did not budge, staring at the perfect Metta in his eyes.

"Jeez. This is an angel."

He ceaselessly amazed. A white dress showing her shoulders and chest, the short front shows white thighs with a silk cloth and a long dangling back combined with a soft tulle cloth and looks wavy on both sides.

Show outdoor accents as their wedding theme (wedding theme). Dresses that reflect the style of Metta are cute and what it is but do not leave the impression of luxury and elegance.

"Is this suitable?"

"Perfects... My Cherry!" farrel said as he approached and wrapped his hands around his waist.

"It's so pretty, I'm lost."

"Well, can I see your eyes?" Metta puffed up with a slight tip to look at Farrel's flickering eyes, but Farrel instead dyed the glint of Metta's lip on purpose.

"God...honey!"

That lips that never endlessly puffed up a smile, made Farrel addicted, like the morphine he wanted to keep sucking, who continued to want him to taste like the first honey produced by the queen bee.

Farrel pushed his body slightly until they disappeared between the curtains of the fitting room that blocked the view of the employees,

"I can't wait until that day comes,"

"Honey.iih" said Metta because of Farrel's warm breath blowing between the ear lobe and the nape, making him stung.

Without saying again Farrel had attached the chewy object to each other, pulverizing soft but deep and deeper so that not a single cavity that escaped from the lash, he said, with their eyes closed they felt each other, seeped deeply into each other and continued to cradle into each other.

I want time to go faster. In order to dance together through the cakralawa, then fly over nirvana, and dwell there. Or roll with the waves of passion to drown together at the top of the ocean and stay there. Equally intoxicating.

Being in a closed room surrounded by curtains that dangle high as in the fitting room long enough will make them more complacent. But a few moments later they realized, that there was something to be guarded, for later when he arrived. Become a gift of self-awareness and controlling lust. Metta pushed Farrel's chest with both hands, shaking her head. Until the link is detached, then cling to each other.

With the chest descending up and churning at high speed. The breaths of Farrel's hunting each other kissed Metta's forehead long and deepened. Then get out from behind the room fittings.

"So how? Mba...Mas..." the officer smelled a smile.

They flinched, then looked at each other with eyes that spoke to each other.

Since when is he here?

I don't know I don't know.

You're this.

"So how does it feel? mmmpphh...I mean how to wear a silk dress....? if you want to replace, we still have other fabric options.

"Okay, it fits." Farrel who unraveled his embrace as the outlet clerk approached them. Then he turned to Metta who also gave a smile.

God, I hope the officer doesn't see it. Uh

"Then how does the size of the child? is that enough, do we need to change a little, the bride usually goes on a diet to get the perfect results before the wedding" said the employee.

"No, it's enough." Farrel interrupted quickly.

"No need to diet, I'll spend it all later." whispered Farrel in his ear.

Metta turned her back, "Good shit.." patted Farrel's arm.

But Farrel had already dodged himself in the chair, with both index and thumb fingers forming a box like the camera he pointed at Metta.

"Perfect future wife.." he murmured.

Metta chuckled and turned back to Farrel to speak to the officer. Expose his white shoulders and back. Farrel just shook his head repeatedly.

Hold it for a second, hold Farrel.

After all the measurements and everything else were completed, Metta changed back into clothes. Then out of the room fittings, with a small run up to Farrel who was fiddling with his phone.

"Let's go.." pulled Farrel's hand up.

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed, what if the clerk sees us."

Farrel chuckled, "Maybe he'll get his girlfriend to marry him quickly,"

"Seriously, let's get out of here!" Farrel's getting chuckle.

"So embarrassed, don't ask but don't refuse, too" murmured Farrel who again chuckled.

"Iiihh.. You're bawling!" smack his arm.

"hahaha.iya yes let's go."

Sister's wedding dress handpicked by Babang El.😍

Finally they came out of the outlet with a loop.

"Other times you can't tempt me, you know, if I'm kayaking," Farrel chuckled.

"Iiihh.. iihh nyebelin, I'm the seductive one! you're the first one."

"Where can that be!" avoiding Farrel's index finger going here and there.

"Because sister's dress is so sexy.." she whispered with a chuckle.

"God...The el! oh..., that's your choice!!" the blinds don't take it.

"Yes, too.so I'm wrong?" Metta nodded with a flick of her lips.

"Forgive me your majesty, punish me right now," made Metta laugh.

"Ih...ngeselin!!"

"Udah come on, chirp! Say it by looking back.

"Well, who wants to buy again?"

"Nothing,"

"You eat again?"

"You want to make me fat, keep eating!"

"That's okay, let's get healthier!" Metta rolled a lazy eye.

"No...."

A second later they laughed again. Until they reach the parking lot, wait for Mac.

"Udah ah I cape laugh constantly," Metta said with a circular view. While Farrel was in touch with Mac. his gaze was on the phone he was holding.

Bruck

Metta hit someone, the stuff in his grocery bag was falling apart,

"Geez I'm sorry" he said slightly bowing, picking up the fallen items.

"It's okay," he said, coming down to clean up his stuff.

"Tasya ...?

Instantly Tasya puffed up, while Metta looked up at him.

"You guys?" he said with a stifled smile.

"Hi Sya, how are you....? Tasya nodded.

"What are you doing here....?" ask him by still entering the last item scattered.

"Medium...."

"We're preparing for the wedding"sela Farrel quickly.

"Oh yes.. Congratulations!" Tasya stretched out her hand at Farrel but Farrel let her hang, she only lowered her head slightly.

"Thank you.." she said.

After Farrel ignored his hand, Tasya nodded and turned to Metta,

"Congratulations yaa...."

Metta hugged Tasya's body, "Thank you, don't forget to come later huh,"

"I try, may you be happy yah,"

"I go first" he said later.

"Honey.. That's really Tasya, right?"

"Who is Tasya?"

"It feels strange to see her, like a pregnant person,"

"really?" Metta nodded.

"Yes, I may have married earlier than we did."

"Hem probably too" said Metta, but the two black beads continued to lead to Tasya, who was passing like a pregnant person, into the baby's outlet.

"Darling come...." Farrel said as he opened the car door for her.

"When did Mac come?" while stepping into the car.

"Since sister keeps seeing where Tasya went."

"But it's really strange, wasn't it fitting to meet last 3 months ago huh." Metta looked at Farrell.

"So I forgot baby, it doesn't matter either!"

"That's.you!"

Then Farrel's outstretched hand gently stroked Metta's cheek.

"Nobody is more important than you...."