Not a Bet Woman
The dag dig dug

Ozza held onto his waist which was still hot as a powerful pinch landed there from Olla's hand.

"It hurts to know "sick Ozza said.

"Eventually, you anyway. Call the tiger, the tiger." answered Olla with piercing lips.

Ozza stood up from his seat and slightly brought his face closer towards Olla.

The Ocan is nervous, because usually if it is a position like that Ozza will throw a kiss or just a kiss.

"Don't be here, there are a lot of people, embarrassed" Olla said.

"Thy? " Ozza frowned.

"Yes, aren't you ashamed of what people see?" ask Olla later.

"You're the one who should be ashamed, why am I?" reply Ozza while starting to distance himself from Olla.

"Me?" no less confused with Ozza, Olla was also confused to hear his girlfriend's answer.

"Yes, are you carrying glass or not ? if you bring the quarry you take and you use it to look " said Ozza while starting to turn around to move places.

Soon Olla picked up the glass from inside the bag and pointed it at her face, and sure enough it was lipsticky to the outside of her lips.

"O...M...G.." - G..."

Are you ashamed?? Ud kepedean want in the kiss turns out lipstiknya belepot🙈🙈

It was late afternoon, Hasna was coming home soon.

The girl is diligent and always fills her time with positive activities especially those that are social. Either on campus or off campus.

Drrrtt.

The phone vibrated, and again Ozza sent the message.

"Where?" write Ozza.

"What?" reply Hasna.

"His head? plan to study together" Ozza returned to reply.

Hasna did not immediately reply, she was still thinking how to respond to Ozza's call.

He smiled because he had found a way.

Soon he reached for his phone again then started typing to reply to Ozza's message,

"Later in the afternoon, at my house."

Glue, glue,

Ozza swallows the saliva.

"Come on Ozza, relax. Play to the house of a woman, it is not a new thing for you, so do not need to deg degan"

ozza said in his heart.

Afternoon.

Hasna was helping her mother prepare dinner.

While cooking Hasna told a story,

"Bun will have Ozza coming here" he said.

"Oh yeah? what interests?" ask Farida ma'am.

"You study with bun, I'm confused about where to study with him? yes I told you at home " answered Hasna.

"So, does he want to?" farida asked again.

Hasna shrugged her shoulders in ignorance.

"How could you not know?" ask Mother Hasna again.

"Iya bun, say it's ok. Don't know what's coming?"

Ting tung's.ting tung...

Hasna's mother did not come back to hear the bell ring.

"Let me see the bun" Hasna said, picking up a cloth to dry her slightly wet hands.

Chequelek

Door leaf open, please,

"You?"

"Assalamualaikum Hasna"

"Wa.wa..waalaikum Ozza greeting" Hasna cheeks flushed when Ozza said his greetings, because usually he who first uttered the sentence of salvation.

"I guess you didn't come "ask Hasna originally.

"It means true my guess, from earlier my heart dag dig dug is not clear apparently there are still waiting for my arrival." Ozza started to get his word out.

"Yes ..who is waiting?" hasna's lips are thawing.

" Ehmmmm..hmmmm, who is Hasna?" without Hasna realizing her father was already behind her and paying attention to their brief conversation.

"Oh this well, he. he.." somehow Hasna suddenly stuttered.

"Don't accept guests!"