Loving a Second Cousin (Can't Turn Away)
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"Why did you kiss me?" Dhira snatches dislikes.

"Why do I kiss you so much, you never get angry?" Bima tried to defend themselves, he remembered about their behavior from childhood to adolescence they were friends making criminals. Until the moment where Father and Mother Bima took him moved abroad.

"That was Bim now different." Dhira moved from his seat to grab a canned drink, his throat feeling dry now.

Bimapun also grabbed two eggs and mustard vegetables when the refrigerator door was still wide open.

"What do you want to do? With that egg and that vegetable." Dhira looked curious when the man his age was cutting green mustard vegetables that had previously been washed.

"I'm hungry, want to make instant noodles. Do you want to?" Bima offered her nagging cousin to comment on her healthy diet and lifestyle.

"Can."

"Hey, what's going on? usually you're always holding a lecture when I'm going to eat instant noodles." Bima asked.

"Once in a while, don't be too often. After all, not only food makes us sick, love is also one of them." Dhira's eyes look far away from nowhere.

"It was even confiding." Cibir Bima is meredek.

"Sit down Princess, you can accompany me to eat. Don't do anything." Bima led Nadhira to sit on a chair.

I swear by whatever the man was many times more handsome while wearing the afron, what's more pink, Dhira watched the man carefully from starting to roll up his shirt sleeves, he said, until the way the man broke the egg looked cool and dazzling. Ah could it be that he had turned his heart out and was still his own cousin. Then who can guarantee if he really likes Bima.

The smell of nose-piercing noodle seasoning instantly stirred up his stomach which he had already had dinner, but this smell could not be ignored.

Bima also took two bottles of tea drinks with the blotted blotches written clearly on the outside of the packaging.

"Thank you Bim."

"Hm." He sat next to his cousin. "If you had been here every night, I would have eaten at home. If you're willing I'll make my wife, I'm very happy if there's someone at home waiting for me to come home." Bima was honest.

"Generic ... Uhuk ..." Dhira chokes on the noodle soup that he just shaved, fortunately he has not added chili powder in his food.

The man's wretchedness remained unclear until Dhira choked, proposing at the dinner table while eating instant noodles.

"Slowly." Bima quickly gave drinking water to his cousin.

"I'm not choking on food. I'm choking on your prank." Dhira put the place back to drink after he finished gulping it down a little to relieve his throat.

"I'm not kidding Dhira, I'm serious."

"Ck, you're that. You better work hard first who is active, so when we mate later we do not bother to think of tokens and rice runs out." Dhira flirts his cousin.

"I guarantee it won't happen. I'm the man in charge."

"Eat. Your talk is getting here even more there. I think you should get some rest so that your words don't bounce." Dhira just thought their chatter was just a joke.