Miss Alexa
Crackle

While waiting for Dira, he just kept sipping his drink. His feelings were so upset that his friend did not read the message at all.

"Where are you going, Num?" adrian asked when he saw Hanum move from his seat.

"I'll be going to the toilet for a second!" hanum replied, he felt his body feel strange. The girl went to the toilet. But not to urinate, but just to think, why his body feels sultry.

Her body grew increasingly hot the girl immediately left the house from the back door. He was getting so nervous that he didn't know what to do.

Part of his consciousness was holding back his desire that was beginning to rustle in his bloodstream.

After arriving at the gate he leaned his body against the wall while biting his lower lip but he felt it was useless.

Hanum simply closed his eyes by squeezing both sides of his skirt hard to withstand the turmoil that kept on bursting within him.

Not far from there Arkha managed to change the tire of his car that had just deflated. The man also placed the replaced tire on the back of the car.

For a moment he circulated his gaze staring at the desolate atmosphere along the way. But, both of his forehead frowned when he saw the figure that was now leaning restlessly against the wall of the fence.

"Hanum?"

Arkha immediately walked over to Hanum, with Adrian now looking for Hanum until he left the house.

"Hanum." Arkha's voice made Hanum open her eyes that looked like I was staring at her.

"Sister Arkha... " The girl directly hit him and hugged the man who was still amazed by his attitude. This was the first time Hanum had hugged her. In fact, her embrace felt sensual because the girl was like swiping her chest on her upper abdomen.

"Hanum, let's go back inside!" adrian's voice turned Arkha's gaze towards him. Adrian is standing in front of Arkha.

"I'll drive Hanum home" Arkha said in a sharp tone.

"He came to the party. What right do you have to force him to come home?" sergeant Adrian in a loud tone, even the man walking closer pulled Hanum's hand as his two friends came.

"Your assholes!" Instantly Arkha kicked Adrian until the guy fell backwards. And that made his two friends immediately plotted it without cue.

Baku hit also happened, Arkha was indeed from the beginning already made furious with the behavior of Adrian. The man also evaporated his emotions until the three men were sprawled.

"Let's take you!" arkha said immediately pulled the already very agitated body into her car.

"Sister, Hanum can't stand it" Hanum said with a sigh as they got into the car.

Arkha only glanced at the girl who just kept moving restlessly by biting her lower lip. The man chose to drive his car. He knew Hanum was like he was exposed to a stimulant drug, but he was at a loss as to where he should take the boy next to him.

"Sir, hot!" hanum's complaint made Arkha's brain even more confused. Must be the girl next to him.

Hanum could not control himself who continued to move restlessly, even seeming quite erotic. Though his brain was already trying to resist all the passion that kept exploding in his bloodstream.

Arkha turned his car to a hotel closest to his reach. Quickly the panicked looking man brought Hanum down from the car. He clenched firmly on the small body so as not to keep moving as he walked towards the reception desk.

After check in, it was like pulling Hanum into a room. The attitude of the two made the receptionist smile amused because they felt the couple could not bear to have fun.

"Sister." sighed Hanum by hugging the athletic body. Yes, half of his consciousness had somehow drifted to where.

The man just directly pulled Hanum into the bathroom. Bathed her in the shower with him because she kept hugging him.

He actually could not bear to see Hanum shivering in the cold, but there was no other way to resuscitate him. Nearly an hour both were under the shower. The man occasionally let out an upset sigh, all of Hanum's behavior greatly affected his libido. In fact, he was also tormented for withholding all his desires.

"You're better?" ask Arkha.

"You take a quick soak here. The water is not as cold as the shower. You don't go where. I'll take the clothes in the car." said Arkha, who only belonged to Hanum, the girl was helpless in the bath up. His face was pale, even he felt limp from enduring the coldness of the shower.

Arkha rushed down and picked up some of his clothes that he had always intentionally carried in the car. He was also soaking wet that many people he passed by looked at him strangely.

Arkha went back into the room, he pulled the sheets and took them into the bathroom.

"Wear my shirt and that sheet!" arkha's decree then came out to give Hanum's space a change. The man was also confused as to how to escort Hanum so that his parents were not suspicious.

A moment later Hanum came out of the bathroom without a headscarf. Her long wet hair, round eyes decorated with lentic eyelashes that made Arkha stunned. Hanum looks very beautiful even though he only wears a bedsheet wrap and a dress shirt.

"Sister.." call Hanum to wake Arkha up.

"Where's your wet shirt!" Arkha took the wet clothes from Hanum's hands. The man intended to dry it with a hair dryer.

"Drink her warm tea, Num. In order to neutralize your situation." said Arkha when he saw the girl sculpting.

It was not only Arkha who was feeling confused. Even Hanum was made more than that, there was awkwardness, guilt and sin when he realized, being in a hotel room with a man who was not his muhrim, he said, even he is now not veiled, and had time to hug a man who is not who he is.

"Come here I'll dry your hair!" Arkha. Hanum moved closer to Arkha.

"Braaaack..."

"Braggu!" the scream of the baritone voice made Hanum stunned in shock and spontaneously hid behind Arkha's huge body. Panic and guilt frightened the girl when she found out her papa was opening the door to the hotel room.

Hans asked the waiter, to open the hotel and asked to wait outside. He and his friend went into the room and really found his daughter.

"Switch, Om. I can explain." Arkha said frantically, but the man gave Hanum the damp headscarf she had dried.

Hans was hit hard to see his beloved daughter wearing a bed sheet and and a man's shirt wrapped around her body. In fact, he took off his hijab. He also saw a man who was with his daughter only bare-chested.

"Papa didn't think you could be so insolent!" hans said with a trembling voice. The feeling of disappointment, anger and sadness became one when he saw the condition of his daughter with the man in a hotel. This is very painful for that old man.

"Om, can I explain!" Arkha held back Hans hand which would pull the rough Hanum from behind his body.

"Explain what? It's clear everything. Your explanation is just an alibi!" Hans pulls Hanum's hand. Even the usual rebellious Hanum just cried. He also felt guilty for his unworthy circumstances in a hotel room.

"If you're a real man marry Hanum! Your actions are so disgusting." said Hans in a loud voice. The man held back his anger which was already in the ubun ubun.

"Married?" Arkha muttered softly. He didn't expect it to be this complicated.

"But.". Arkha.

"You're gonna dodge?" hans' friend interrupted, the man with a sturdy stature who was AKBP rank was not going to let the young man in front of him escape.

"Sister Arkha... " Hanum cried, the girl also felt guilty towards Arkha. While Arkha could not bear to see the girl crying with a longing look.

"Tomorrow come to the house!" edict Hans. Then drag Hanum.

"Hanum." cried Arkha when he saw Hanum toppled over and his body hit the wall as Hans dragged him. Wearing a bedsheet coil makes Hanum's footwork not free.

Arkha sat down limply by rubbing his face violently. Besides, he doesn't know what to do. He also thinks Hanum knows what his family will do later. It felt like he could not bear to see Hans's angry face dragging Hanum.

Marrying.

What kind of marriage if it happens. She was just as affectionate with Hanum as her sister was not the mature woman she had wanted to be with him through this life.