My Lovely President From The Mars
THIS IS NOTHING YET

Zahra ran small towards the front street of the hospital, from the hospital goal alone the figure was the most different, whether he did not like to wear a suit, or not, it's just that God's outfit is not as neat and polite as the president in general. He prefers to take off his coat and wear his leather jacket with a special style of God's urakan.

The man was leaning against the shiny looking hood of the car. The gods have not seen Zahra's arrival, making a nosy smile on the girl's face rise like sunshine at 8 o'clock, widarrrr.

Zahra now stepped on her tiptoes slumping towards the trees, then the girl crouched between the plants of the hospital guardrail, picked up some small pebbles that were there. His laughter was so evil and nosy in silence.

Maybe some people who saw frowning witnessed the nosy and childish actions of Zahra, he even put his index finger in front of his lips on the security of the hospital when going to greet him.

Zahra poked her head slightly for the sake of seeing the God in front of her who was glancing towards the IGD space goal and the main door of the hospital looking for Zahra, she even reached into her phone to contact the girl.

"Ck, which Zahra?! Fat-stomachy, very long!" his scolding made Zahra giggle without a sound.

Pluck up!

A pebble landed on the back of the God, making him instantly look back looking for the origin of the object that was thrown towards him.

"What?"

Zahra giggles happily behind the fence.

The god turned his head again, Zahra looked again by extending the neck of God and then again threw the pebble towards God.

"Woy! Se tan's. Who the hell?! Nusil, nantangin!" now that the God is emotional, the man even several times looking for the origin of objects that hit the back and the back of the head, while Zahra laughed silently in hiding.

The god sweeps the view, he swears if he finds the culprit he'll pin his neck until it breaks. The black net was circulating until his gaze was pounded towards a black car a million people parked right beside a tree, whether the property was ready to be carelessly parked there. The smiling god smirk found a white shadow bouncing off the car door.

"I got you!"

The god entered the hospital yard with a sneak and careful, he held back laughter seeing Zahra who was crouching there while giggling, "oh, this is apparently ngesot sister. People say hospitals like their nosy ghosts!"

Zahra raised her head again to look at God, but her brows furrowed as she did not find God.

"Loh! Where's she? Is the car still there?"

The god untied his hair and ruffled his hair until it looked like an odgj, the man approached Zahra from behind him.

"I am thirsty for virgins" he whispered at once, leaving Zahra stunned.

"Astagfirullahaladzim!" his screams held his chest, but then he laughed as well as the God who revealed his hair.

"Similar to odgj tau ngga! Not kunti," Zahra admitted not yet finished laughing.

"Usil!" The gods capture Zahra, apparently Sharukh khan and Kajool too much should always be romantic scenes in flower gardens and temples. The proof of the hospital page alone can be a romantic place for both.

The god clasped the girl, stuffed her head into the jacket, allowing Zahra to fully voraciously inhale her scent.

"Goddessa!" he screamed in his arms while laughing.

"Jail my candidate," God pulled out Zahra's head and grabbed Zahra by slashing the distance between their two faces.

"I could have come out if you didn't realize, what daydream?" ask Zahra. It is not usually a God to daydream long and think hard so.

God shook his head, "thinking you," the two laughed, "so lie" Zahra said.

"Emang," God's bales, clasped Zahra's hand and took her out of the hospital courtyard.

The two got into the car, "here, I'm putting on her hair!" If it is usually the man who will say so, then this time Zahra who offers the Gods to tie the hair of the man's shoulders.

Zahra chuckled as the God gave the rubber like a cradle of rice, "what the hell is this?! You ihh! Not very capital! The time presdir iket his hair is so, shame the same hidrant tuh! The red sample is so hyaksiin the president's stingy naudzubillah!"

"Keep since when is the hidrant rainbow color, ndut? He's been red since the colonization!" god answered making Zahra laugh.

Zahra took out a better hair tie than in her bag, then asked God to turn her back, she tied the hair of God.

"You are simple well, who knows how long it will be until the grandfathers," Zahra laughed.

"Asik, get a gift from the ciki?!" ask God.

"Old dude?" Zahra tilted her face.

"Because of the happy childhood of this God, often snacking commoners." he replied arrogantly making Zahra laugh. These two human children who were in a drunken romance dropped their gazes to each other's netra.

The shadow of the rancid and the little bar was clearly painted between the two, several years passed by both of them transformed into men and women who were equally stunning as well as charming. Although the God remains his charm and Zahra with his adorable figure.

Satan is always slipping wherever a pair of humans are together without a third person, the gaze was more and more shahdu made both of them melt and bend their knees at the beauty of each of the gaze of God down on a pair of red lips Zahra pomegranate that looked moist and chewy. He was not a good young man but not a depraved man. Her lips have kissed the lips of other women, but nothing is as special as Zahra, she wears her feelings. Touching Zahra's face line was soft, making Zahra lulled.

This is soul kissing....

In just a few minutes, the God released the chewy link, holding himself back from further exploring, he was not a God of Destruction.

With a distance of only 5cm, the God whispered while swallowing the saliva that had been exchanged before. Zahra's face still looks cute in his grasp, "i'm not a destructive man, just a taste..."

"Ridiculous base," Zahra giggled.

"Udah ain't done, Ra. I'm not patient.yuk hunted unplug! Before se tan gets more wild, how many days will your parents be there? I'd like to say it right away, ask for marriage to be legal and lawful!" said it.

"Behold, I'll tie your hair first," with Zahra's lightning move tied the God's hair.

"Done, let's go! Brother Eyi has been waiting for the same cimoy,"

The two walked as they joined hands entering the mall, "your sister-in-law where?"

The girl types a message on Eyi, "oh that's there," pointing Zahra at one of the fast-food chicken restaurants.

From the doorway Zahra circulated her gaze, and fell on a beautiful woman who was busy feeding a toddler aged 1 year more in her baby chair, then a 3-year-old girl who stood prancing around asked for her part of the Kid meal.

"Our sister's umi! Got a sister!"

"Yes for a moment, sister Cimoy sit first, later umi bukain," wherever he is always excited by two krucil Rayyan. Taking care of 2 children who are still active is indeed exhausting.

"Difficult umi, the altitude! No nyampe!"

"Cimoyyy!"

The girl in a pink ballet costume covered in a matching knit sweater and a pair of hair on top turned her head for a moment and exclaimed as she ran towards Zahra, banginya to move not because so sick installmentnya Rayyan's son.

"Ma cut!"

Eyi turned his head, seeing the apparition of Zahra for the first time. As a sister-in-law and a woman he instantly cast a researching gaze.

"OK," he nodded his head long while curling his lips.

"Cie, who just got home from ballet! Once upon a time dong ajakin's ashes were ballet! Let the toy not be just a gun" said Zahra.

"Look at the cut! You can do this!" Cimoy made a dance movement with both hands up the head and then rotated the centile until his position expanded to show the results of the course, not caring about the surroundings and then with one jolt stretching his hands to the top suddenly, but accidentally the intention of showing off it ended in disaster.

Plaque!

How not Cimoy jerked both hands right on the upper thigh of the Gods, right in the heirloom section. Eyi until gaping made, as well as Zahra, God grimaces though not so sick he remains surprised.

*Argghh! This is what I don't like the boy*! Omelnya in the heart while bending over to cover the heirloom.

"Sister! !" shout Eyi.

"Did?!" The girl rounded her eyes and closed her mouth with both hands, "sorry, not on purpose! Then om gondlong ngalangin me, who told beldili there," he did not want to be blamed.

*So this is my fault, cil*?! Teeth bluffing.

"That's okay, isn't it?" zahra asked, God shook his head, "the future of Ra." Zahra folded her lips wanting to spit out a laugh.

"Ohhhh, I'm sorry!" said Eyi.

*Nothing is already in ospek with his son, how is his father*?!

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