Mr. Teacher, I Love You
70. Playboy Satria Abhi Praya
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The fighting!
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“Oke.” Finally Vita agreed. Then he put his right hand. “If you manage to sleepin it's a guy, my own private island that was given my birthday yesterday, will be yours. But if you fail, I'm not asking for anything weird. Just a private jet. Coincidentally my private jet yesterday, the wall there was a scratch. So I told people to burn it to the landfill.”
Della knew that Vita really underestimated her. Cook a private island with a private jet?
Even so, Della still accepted the hand job with a big smile. After all, it was not him who was harmed in that bet.
Della wakes up from her couch. He walked confidently closer to Satria. Without permission, he immediately sat down beside Satria.
“Hai,” greet Della.
Satria who was somehow busy looking at what, finally glanced at Della. “Oh, hi,” welcome Satria. He smiled with his friendliness.
“Bby acquaintance?” della asked as she thrust out her right hand.
Satria accepted the post. Then he brought his face closer to Della. “Why not?” stick with the right lip raised.
Della almost laughed. This whole thing is so ridiculous. Is this guy that easy to approach?
No matter what they talk about, they get along so easily. Della did not expect that the sky was this close to reach her. Even they, just agreed to go home together ….
N-no! This is not where Satria took the woman back to her house, and Satria went back to her own house. But go home together ….
… Go together to the same house.
Della invited Satria to sit on the sofa in her living room, while she was willing to go into the house. Before long, he returned with two legged glasses and a bottle of wine.
“What is your house always quiet like gini?” ask Satria.
“He’em,” says Della. Then he put the two glasses on the table while he moved the contents of the bottle into the two glasses. Now it's the bottle's turn that Della put on the table, replacing the position of the two glasses. Then Della sat down next to Satria.
“This,” said Della while thrusting a glass to Satria, while another glass she drank alone.
“My parents live in the main house. So, I prefer this loneliness so that I can more easily fill it with the crowd that I want,” explained Della with the corner of the left lip that rises.
Satria put one of the glasses on the table. Then he faced Della. Her left hand crept over Della's arm, then ended up in Della's hand still holding the glass. Satria pulled the glass. Then put it on the table.
“So, you live alone here?” satria asked in a soft voice.
Without permission, Della hung both hands behind Satria's neck so that her face really became close. Della had expected: there was no man who would not be interested in her. Looks like Vita's just trying to scare her. This man is even easier than any man.
“Iya. But that was before. Now, right, no. You are here,” reply Della with the same soft voice. The tone that came out was as a seductive song. Make his opponent fall in love.