Mirages
Face pillow
As the car stopped, Mira hurriedly got out and walked towards the sidewalk. He vomited all his stomach contents, due to the influence he experienced after being drunk last night.
The phallus that saw it also hurriedly followed him, and helped massage the nape of Mira to reduce nausea.
Mira crouched down while holding her knee. His hair was broken, making him hassles to dispel when he vomited.
The phallus grabbed a handkerchief in his pants pocket and twisted it, then tied it to Mira's hair, so as not to make the woman annoyed.
Mira felt warm in her heart, receiving that simple treatment from the phallus. However, his ego brushed off those feelings.
After feeling quite improved, Mira also rose to her feet but still felt like a wiggle. Finally, Lingga took the initiative to remove him, although Mira always kept the man's hand attached to his body.
"You sit here first. I'll find something for a while" said Lingga, who left Mira in the car alone.
Mira doesn't care where the guy is going. He simply leaned back on the chair while closing his eyes, to reduce his dizziness.
The sour taste of the stomach that rose up to the tongue, making his throat feel burning. Mira continued to swallow her own saliva, to reduce the discomfort inside her mouth.
A long time ago, the door next to the steering wheel opened and Lingga went inside.
"Drink!" he handed Mira a bottle of water he had opened.
The woman took a quick glance, then grabbed him and gulped down the contents just like that.
"G …." Mira gives the bottle back to the Linga.
"Have you gone?" ask Lingga who is really worried about Mira.
However, Mira behaved in the bodo period with the lingga worries of the time, and made her only able to sigh long.
"We're on the road again. If later you feel nauseous, just say it," said Lingga who then turned on his car engine.
Mira only has 'hem' ria, and does not fulfill any of the words of Linga.
Lingga then restarts his car, and heads somewhere.
After traveling for about half an hour, they had now arrived at a shopping mall.
"Do you want us here, sir?" asked Mira who was shocked by where they were right now.
"Of course eat. I said, we eat before we go home. Here there is a restaurant that has chicken soup, which tastes very delicious. It's good to ease the impact of your hangover last night" said Lingga who then opened the seat belt Mira.
"Are you kidding me, sir? You don't see how I look right now?" ask Mira annoyed.
"What do you look like?" ask Lingga who does not understand the meaning of the ice woman.
"See this! I still wear these weird clothes. Plus, I haven't had a chance to wash my face at all, and you're taking me to a public place like this? You deliberately want to embarrass me?" cecar Mira while tugging at the end of her pajama arm in annoyance.
The phallus blinked several times, while looking at the appearance of the woman before him. He only realized, if Mira was still with her pillow face, because they just left immediately after waking up earlier.
The man then saw himself in the front rearview mirror, which was not much different from Mira. His hair was still the typical disheveled person who had just woken up, with the dirt in the corner of his eyes that had dried up.
"You're right. We're so fucked right now" he murmured.
Mira melengos annoyed with the attitude of the man beside her, who always just do it arbitrarily.
"But why did you just accept my invitation?" ask Lingga who was upset with Mira.
"I just realized," said Mira flat.
"Huh …." The phallus can again only sigh, and be patient in facing Mira's attitude.
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