Leaning Sweet Me
Last Day in Country B

"You cheat, why come home tomorrow?" metta said with a distinctive hoarse voice waking up.

Farrel gasped for Metta who suddenly woke up. "Darling, are you awake?"

"That's why I know you called Doni to pick us up tomorrow." Metta rubbed his eyes.

"We have to go home tomorrow, right!We've been here 2 weeks,"

"Yes, bummer, you keep me in this room for a week, we just go out to see the museum and have dinner!"

Farrel grabbed his head and put it in his arms as a pillow, "The last 3 days you were exhausted, then when the night we were stuck because of a storm, only today the weather returned bright."

"Reason .." he said turning his body.

Farrel chuckled, he more and more freely kissed the nape and Metta's neck went down to the shoulder plain, "Where is my brother going? Hmm...."

"Iihh... ticklish!"

"The weather is changing drastically, the storms are everywhere, so we can't go anywhere."

Farrel kissed his cheeks and neck and turned to Metta's ears.

"Cum...."

Metta turned her body back, then hit her husband's chest with a tickle that attacked him.

"You're the one who asked me, why ask me."

Farrel wrapped his hand, "What if we repeat last night, huh?"

"God ... Aren't you tired?"

Metta lifted the blanket and raised it to cover Farrel's face, which only chuckled and infiltrated Metta's neck.

"iii...El come on dong! I'm going for a walk. It's our last day here, come on!"

Metta sat up, tugging at Farrel's still lying hand.

"Come .. but let's first check out a place where there's no storm!"

Metta nodded, then briefly kissed Farrel's lips, "I take a bath first."

While Farrel was pulling her thin lips, "Sister got so spoiled after marriage? It's funny."

Then he followed his wife into the bathroom with a design deliberately no key on the door. And they will definitely take a long shower.

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After finding out the weather today is sure to be sunny, they just got down from the hotel room, to a place that must be visited by tourists if they come to this country. But they had to use the train to get there.

"I'm going to trade money first, afraid there we have difficulties" said Farrel who walked to a money changer located not far from their hotel stay.

Farrel then lined up, while Metta waited for him in the lined up chair. Sometimes Farrel turned to Metta who was playing mobile phones, until finally he finished exchanging money and approached Metta who was busy playing worm games.

Farrel put his chin on Metta's shoulder, "Main what the hell? It's a great thrill ...."

"You're done? Let's go!" Metta rushed out while Farrel shook his head, then caught up with him.

They walked down the street full of incredible artistic buildings. Spoil the eyes with its beauty.

They arrived at one of the beautiful and unique historical buildings, with very unique carvings and sculptures, built around 1888 for an exhibition and a landmark of the country until now.

Metta was flabbergasted, the city had only been a dream, but now he was there. It's amazing, isn't it?

"It's not much!" Farrel kissed Metta's cheek and ran away screaming.

Mettashaaaa i looovvee youuu

"God is so embarrassing."

Then Farrell chuckled, he followed her by running, pinching her husband's waist until he grimaced, "Then I know it...."

"It's just shameful!" Farrel hand coiled waist.

"Yes ... shame and stay shy, iihh!!" rubbed both cheeks.

They walked back, entering the city center filled with trees along the 1.2 meter, the district area with many shops and unique buildings stretching along this road, various types of snacks and various foods there, there are, souvenirs, and most local products are sold here.

"I want to see that?"

Metta ran over to one of the souvenir shops. He chose and chose souvenirs until his own confusion made his own choice.

While Farrel was behind him with a snack and feed it into Metta's mouth.

"Whatis that? It tastes like potatoes," he said with a chew.

"The name is patatas bravas, and these are indeed potato chips covered in a special sauce. Yummy?"

Metta nodded by reopening her mouth as Farrel bribed her. "What a son!"

"El .. Do I choose this or this?" The words while showing one hanger shaped letters and another picture of a cat that became typical with the writing below.

"Take two of them!" Farrel kept putting his snacks in Metta's mouth.

"iihi...You're making me even more confused." Chewing again.

Farrel opened the second package containing a snack that was no less delicious than the first.

Metta put it back down and walked over to the street painter who was caricature someone's face. Farrel put his first prick into Metta's mouth.

"Aa aa..."

"Don't want to be painted?" tanyakanya.

Metta shook his head, then grazed Farrel's nose. "I've got a personal painter."

Chew again, again,

"What's this?"

"So you want me to paint faces or ....." Goda Farrell.

"I asked what is this? Answer first, even think nonchalantly." he said by pinching the waist.

Farrel again chuckled, "Xipirons... Yummy, right?"

"Hmm.like squid tastes."

"Who's wife, what a pinter. It's a little squid fried to crisp."

Metta pricks the snack himself, "It's delicious," and then feeds it into Farrel's mouth, opening his mouth to greet the mouthful, but Metta deliberately pulls it and feeds it herself.

"I go first" then chuckled while chewing.

"Iihh a policy of deliberate revenge!" said Farrel who continues to hold Metta's shoulder.

"Neither do not speak carelessly!"

"I'm not careless, I just ask you if you want a face painting or...."

Metta ruffled waist, "Yes after the word or what? You're making an imagination of that, aren't you?"

They both laughed, though,

"Silent brother?"

Metta nodded, then returned to feed the snack into her mouth and chewed it.

"If so, kiss my cheek!" god Farrel with gnash.

"No way, my mouth smells of squid" Metta said with a chew.

Farrel chuckled again, "If so brother change 2 times later tonight!"

Both of Metta's beads rounded instantly, then forcefully stuffed the snack into Farrel's mouth. "Twice what you mean!"

Then let go of yourself by laughing. Their journey to the famous fountain, which is said to be often used or called cat drinking water, with several other artistic buildings that are no less unique.

Along the way, they continued to laugh, with each other grasping, embracing and Farrel who often stole a kiss on Metta's face even though she was uncomfortable, treatment in front of many people who made her own shame.

"Nobody cares either, why be ashamed!" farrel.

"Fix it, iiihh ..."

"Well, we're back at the hotel." Tempta Farrel made Metta again round her eyes.