Luka Cinta Dara
Chapter 69 Your Body Smells.

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Kayla was surprised by the appearance of her current lover. The whole day he could not be reached, once coming carrying a messy face filled with bruises and wounds. But his surprise was a little lost because of a bouquet of red roses that Radit thrust in front of him.

"Hello baby, you must be waiting for me huh, I bought you flowers?" said Radit while offering a bouquet of flowers that he had bought while traveling to Kayla's apartment.

The beautiful woman received the flower with sparkling eyes - a twinkle. He smelled a fragrant flower that looked still very fresh.

"Thank you" said Kayla, glad to have forgotten her safety to Radit a moment ago.

"What do you like?" tanya Radit while rubbing live Kayla's white cheeks.

"Yes," Kayla smiled sweetly while nodding her head.

"Until when is this lo lover left standing at the door?"

"Oiya forgot, hehe. Please enter Sir," Kayla gave way and let Radit in with her body slightly bent and her hands extended towards the room, mimicking the style of a professional servant.

"Thank you" Radit responded to Kayla's acting. Nodding slowly and putting on a charismatic expression like a Young Master of blue blood, then stepped his feet into the room.

Kayla chuckles amusedly at the facial expression Radit made - make. His style also looks funny to him.

Radit laid his body on the soft sofa in the living room, sighing deeply to reduce fatigue after going through the struggle of asking for blessing to the Kayla family.

Before joining in to sit on the same sofa as Radit, Kayla first put her bouquet of flowers into an empty porcelain vase.

"Now explain," said Kayla who clucked her waist in front of Radit.

"Explain what Kay is?"

"This, and this," Kayla said as she pressed against the wounds on Radit's cheekbones and forehead.

"Aw! this hurts Kay!" the man complained as he rubbed gently on the part of his face that felt pulsating.

"Awhile, I'll take the wound first, just explain it to me,"

Kayla returned with a P3K box.

Kayla very carefully treated Radit's wounds by smearing betadine.

"Aw! slow down a little Kay...,"

"Geez, it's been so slow. Just injured this way you have complained like a big baby," grumbled Kayla who is now finished treating the wound.

"Now explain, where did you get these wounds?" Kayla demands an explanation.

"This was me hit with Grandma dipper, eh no, because she hit him with a broomstick, meaning the term so Grandma broom," said Radit who no seriously - seriously.

"Radrite! don't joke," exclaimed Kayla who was about to squeeze again the wound perched on Radit's cheekbones.

"Gue is serious Kay," interrupted Radit who deftly closed back the injured part that would be targeted by Kayla.

"This day I met Bokap and Grandpa Granny Lo. Keep this wound I get because it hit Grandma with a broom," Radit said.

Kayla is stunned to learn that her lover has no intention of buying time to ask for her family's blessing. Radit looked serious - really with his invitation to get married.

"Clearly how? Did you get their blessing? What about my Bokap? is he ready to come, too" asked Kayla. His eyes trembled hoping that the man in front of him gave a comforting answer.

Radit smiled warmly. He cupped Kayla's cheeks together.

"Bokap lo will come. He looks happy. Actually he still cares a lot about you. I saw his tears drop when I said your name" Radit said.

"really? thankfully," the tears began to wash over Kayla's face, but did not shed her smile of happiness.

"Why did my grandmother keep hitting you with a broom?" asked Kayla again who did not get a core answer about the wound on her lover's face.

"Grandmother thought I was Bokap lo, kept me beaten up - used broom. I've been trying to hide behind a mango tree in his yard. Uh, Grandma lo seems to have a grudge against Bokap lo. I wasn't allowed to escape. Hwaaa... Grandma is very strong and agile. Was he young before he joined pencak silat members? I came to think, the strength of your raw bogeman was passed down from Grandma Lo," the great-grandson of Radit enthusiastically. His face looks serious in storytelling.

"Hahahaha.it must be funny. My grandmother was a little myopic in her eyes, so she couldn't see clearly" Kayla's laughter sounded crisp.

"Ehehe, do you seem to be very happy if I suffer?" cebik Radit's.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" Kayla tried to stop laughing and rubbed both ends of her moist eyes.

Radit was just silent, he was now more focused on looking at Kayla's face that looked so beautiful from laughing. He greatly admired the creation of God that was in front of him now. Why not before - he realized it.

Radit immediately remembered something. The man reached into his pants pocket. Take something that is hiding in it. A small velvet box of heart-red color was already above Radit's palm.

Kayla's pair of pretty beads were momentarily glued to her with a small box before her. Then his gaze moved on the pair of irises of the owner of the red box.

"Kay, one more time. Will you be my companion until our old days, until death do us part?" radit said expectantly.

Not wanting to let her man wait for an answer for too long, Kayla nodded her head quickly.

"Yes, once again I will answer yes I want to be your companion until the end of life" Kayla replied with a tearful face.

Radit took out a sparkling clear diamond-colored eyed ring and placed it on Kayla's ring finger. A warm kiss as a stamp of possession lands seamlessly on the hand that has resided in a ring sign of their love bond.

"Thank you Kay, I love you the same,"

"Gue is also in love with Dit," still with a heart filled with happiness, Kayla hugs Radit warmly and the man replies.

For a moment they drowned the joy of mutual love into a warm embrace.

"Gtt!" suddenly Kayla was heard holding her laugh between her arms.

Radit took off his embrace and looked at Kayla's face which seemed to be holding back laughter.

"What's so funny? how do you laugh that way?"

Kayla's laughter just broke after observing Radit's face full of bruises. The right eye looks a little swollen as if it has been hit by a bump. Benjol on his forehead also looks poking no manners - polite.

"Why do you always choose moments that don't fit anyway?"

"So you're disappointed that there's no romantic moment?" Radit looks pouty. And of course that adds to Kayla's laughter because her face looks more funny.

"Hahaha.lo once again ngajak I married but this time with a battered face. Your face is now like an alien know?"

"Hehehe, sorry. I can't put it off until the wound is gone" Radit said, grinning with his hand scratching his head that didn't itch.

"Haha.. Jeezoo... Please, don't grin. My stomach hurts more, Dit,"

"Tega lo Kay ngetawain me," murmured Radit.

"Okay, if that's what you want, I'll make you not stop laughing," Radit landed his hand on Kayla's stomach and made a tickling finger gesture.

"Haha.. Dit, please stop it! later I can pee in my pants," Kayla pleaded.

"No way,"

"Dit, please stop!" now Kayla started whining because she couldn't stand it.

Radit stopped his action because he heard Kayla's whining.

Kayla was silent for a moment, adjusting her breathing which was still stingy because of Radit.

"Kay, from now on don't use the word 'lo me' dong. Use the word 'me you' so be more romantic. Some of us want a marriage that is not good for her," pinta Radit who actually he has been thinking about it for a few days.

"Yes, I'll sort out what you're asking for" said Kayla, who began to get used to using a more polite accent call at Radit's request.

A smile spread directly on Radit's lips, hearing Kayla use a sweeter call.

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Next morning.

It's early morning. Dara who was asleep in the arms of her husband arrived - suddenly feeling disturbed by nausea in his stomach. His forehead frowned trying to withstand the turbulent sensation of nausea.

The nausea that ruled his stomach forced him to rise from his sleep and immediately ran towards the bathroom.

"Jeek! Yuck!" Dara spewed out all of her stomach contents.

The sound of Dara's vomit was clear. Making Rey who was still asleep also woke up. The father-to-be immediately stepped into the bathroom to find out what was going on with his wife.

"Darling you're okay - what?" asked Rey anxiously while kneading slowly nape the neck of the wife. But his good intentions were immediately rejected by his wife.

"You please come out" asked Dara who was still with her tummy churned.

"But baby..,"

"I said get out. Your existence is making me sicker,"

Rey was stunned to hear the words of his wife. How could he say such harsh words to her. In the end, he followed Dara's words. Get out of the bathroom with anxiety mixed with sadness.

Rey took the initiative to take warm drinking water to reduce nausea Dara. He returned to the room with a glass of warm water in his hand.

When her body reached the doorway of the room, Dara suddenly shouted that made her steps stop.

"Don't come any closer!" dara exclaimed as she pointed her index finger at Rey as a signal to stop. He was already sitting on the lip of the bed with the look of his face.

"Why, baby? I brought you some water, "Rey then continued her steps which had stopped. But suddenly a pillow floated and landed right on his face.

"I said don't come any closer! the smell of your body makes me more nauseous" said Dara, who is now covering her nose with her hands.

"Well, then I'll take a shower soon," Rey thinks his wife's nausea is due to her body odor that hasn't been showered.

The Papa candidate put the glass on the nightstand and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself.

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