Loved Brondong
A man

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Breezy wind hit the face of ayu woman who was waiting for dusk on the beach. His smile looks peaceful when looking at a solid rock receiving the pounding waves. The extent of the dock looks yellow due to the reflection of orange light.

A huge burden had just slipped off his shoulders. For a moment, he decided to sit on the slightly wet beach. Every now and then, he squeezed the sand in his grasp. Whether what was on his mind at the moment, his daydream was able to attract the attention of a man who was staring at him from a distance.

Yasmin's existence on the beach, a lot of teasing the eyes of men there. How not, his body is well groomed and his face looks baby face, does not show that he is now 35 years old. However, look still young—twenty years.

Kuta Beach, Bali. Where he spent his holidays. The beautiful woman was engrossed in selfie ria. In a vacation time that was only a few days, he wanted to pamper himself. Enjoying solitude without anyone's distractions. In fact, he changed his phone number to avoid calls or messages that would bother him. Except, Santi, he'll always receive news from his best friend.

Yasmin chuckled at the results of her own shots, revealing a sweet smile. A red bikini with a minimal breastplate, as well as a barely exposed bottom, made some men glance at her. He touched his neck when he felt thirsty, he got up and cleaned the remaining sand attached to his buttocks, soiling the red cloth he was wearing.

He turned around, and suddenly ….

A ball hit his head hard. Instantly, Yasmin fell down on the sand holding her head.

“Auww! Ahhh ..!” peekit Yasmin's. He squeezed his head which was painful. The woman almost fainted, the powerful blow made her very dizzy. In fact, men will certainly also be in pain.

A man came and helped the woman. The man looked so panicked, because he was the one who floated the ball up to Yasmin. Even if it wasn't on purpose, he felt guilty. His eyes that had not been focused on the game, instead made the woman he noticed from a distance hit by the ball from his own hands.

“Hey, are you okay?” ask Eza.

“Sickness, auw!” Yasmin was still holding her head.

The woman let her body be touched by a foreign man, she only cared about the excruciating pain in her head. He also refused to open his eyes.

“You are here first .. I found bruising medicine and drinks for you,” said Eza ran towards a small outlet that sold drinks, and maybe they also have P3K.

The woman did not reply, she just curled her elbows on her knees, bent her legs up onto the chair. While enduring the pain, he continued to rub his watery eyes.

Moments later, Eza came with a medicine box and a bottle of mineral water. “Drink first." He opened the bottle and handed it to Yasmin. "Here, I apply bruising cream so as not to bruise.”

“Thank you,” Yasmin confirmed her sitting position.

“Sorry, for my carelessness, you become this wound,” watered down while smearing medicine.

The woman nodded. “Auw! Hhsstt .. slow down, it hurts so much!” Yasmin grimaced.

“Sorry, sorry. I'll be careful. Lots of sand on your head. I'll buy a tissue first, for a second."

Yasmin held the man's hand. “Eh, no need. Too much trouble, you kept pacing back and forth from earlier. Anyway, I've been feeling better."

Eza looked at the woman, as did Yasmin. The look was hard to interpret. Like there's something hypnotizing each other.

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