Not Casanova
BC. CHAPTER 4 [Just For Fun]

The rays of the morning sun pierced through the thin curtains of the room, hitting the delicate skin that was still hiding behind his thick blanket Bad cover, wriggling the body of the naked girl.

Only the warmed strands of bad cover thread also covered her sexy body.

Beautiful eyes with lentic eyelashes that decorate it, seen a pair of visual senses that began to open narrowly, in his blink several times, until he began to get used to the sunshine that welcomed the day.

Looking to the right and to the left, the girl with an abnormal level of consciousness was seen sweeping her gaze across the room she occupied.

"Where is this?" shrill the question slid from her sexy lips.

Before long the vague shadow of last night's fondling penetrated into his little brain.

"Oh Jeez!" shut Helen's mouth.

"Stupid-stupid-stupid!!" it was seen Helen cursing by beating her head.

"Auhh.. ssshhh.." holding the head that feels dizzy.

The shadows last night flashed faintly inside his brain, "Really? overnight? suhuhh..." Back throbbing Helen's head, making the girl slowly get off the bed and SRAK!!

Accidentally her hand dropped the plastic bag that was on top of the nightstand, the beautiful netra saw a pair of women's clothes complete with her underwear as well.

A faint smile rose there, "O Lord, once he is attentive, is it possible.." began to fantasize Helen saw the clothes.

"No. no. No... Would it be that easy to like a stranger? Even we just met yesterday." muttered Helen by picking up the new clothes, and brought them into the bathroom.

Helen quickly finished her bathing ritual, then she came out of the room, down every room in the apartment unit.

There by the pool, he saw the bare-chested man sitting on the lip of the pool.

"Why am I so nervous?" murmured Helen by gripping the clothes cloth on her chest.

The girl went back in, not undoing her intention to meet the man, but she headed for the fridge, yes trying to repay Cakra's kindness, Helen poured a glass of fresh orange juice and led him to the pond.

"It's a drink, even if your body is wet because of the pool water, but it's impossible for this pool water to wet your throat?" helen held out the juice.

"Thanks." said Cakra briefly.

Seen the burly man with the mined sweet drink up the toilet, seen by Helen's netra, Cakra jakun rose and fell as the juice passed through her throat.

"Gosh what do you think I am?!!!" inner Helen by shaking her head.

Cakra stared at the astonished girl beside him, "What's wrong?" the flat-pitched question was spoken from Cakra's mouth.

"Eeee... no." said Helen who immediately left Cakra still staring at him.

Red face like a boiled crab was accompanying Helen's footsteps towards the kitchen.

"I'd rather cook than think of the truth, and my sacred brain has been contaminated!" grumbled Helen by tapping her head slowly using her right hand.

"Oh yes... Is my body still holy? Tapiiii... No pain there, didn't anything happen last night?" wondering the girl was standing in front of the mini bar that separated the dining table with the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" cakra's voice rang out behind the girl, jerking Helen's shoulder raised slightly.

"You..."

"No cooking, I ordered!" flat speech chakra, making Helen turn her body.

Yes, there is a real emblazoned arm muscle that forms the number eight, also with a torn bread of six pieces that is attached to the stomach of Cakra.

Plus the water droplets still dripping from the dark black mane of the handsome man, making Helen again remembered the incident last night under the shower.

Now Cakra had passed to his room, while Helen was still there, where she had originally stood until Cakra came back out of the room, and approach the refrigerator on the right side of the mini bar.

It was seen that Cakra drank lemon water directly from the bottle, again the jakun up and down it made Helen swallow her saliva.

Even very damaged when finished drinking, one eye closed Cakra, probably the effect of the sour taste of the drink.

PICKY!!

PICKY!!

PICKY!!

A flick of Cakra's finger again made Helen flinch, "Lo didn't knock on the door from earlier?" cakra and Helen asked.

"Basic is useless!" his ketus by passing left Helen who was still dumbstruck on the spot.

"Usefully? that easy?" muttered Helen who felt stupefied because of the gluttonous speech just now.

"Keep if it's not good, last night what was it?!" the girl begins to sensitively pursue Cakra's steps.

Stopped because the man was transacting with a mas curis who delivered their food.

After Cakra closed the door, the girl confronted him, "I want to talk!" said Helen.

"Gue lager, eat up!" sahut Cakra by walking past Helen who confronted him.

"IIiiihhhhh kok nybebelin really?! How different was last night? Did I mabok last night? but what am I drinking?" inner Helen by staring at the passing chakra towards the dining table.

Inevitably the girl followed Cakra's footsteps towards the dining table, the girl sat on the chair next to Cakra.

Without telling her, Cakra ate her food first, but before feeding into her mouth her right hand thrust a box of food into Helen's presence.

"Cuek anyway but there's still a little attention, so I suggest, what model man try this?" helen grumbled in her heart.

The two ate with silence, only the sound of the clanking of forks and spoons clashing against the plate of bells.

When she was done, Helen washed the dishes, forks and dirty spoons.

Helen approached the man who was sipping a cigarette on the balcony, the morning breeze with the sun that began to sting the skin made a soothing warmth.

"Ep... Sir not Casanova, may I speak?" Cakra turned his head when Helen's voice sounded asking him.

A sharp, unfriendly gaze was fixed on the sweet girl standing behind her back.

"Em.. I'm sorry I thought after this we..."

"We'll never have anything!" sela Cakra who again took a sip of her cigarette also turned her gaze away from Helen.

"Then... last night?" Blurrying Helen's gaze was covered in a clear liquid that was ready to drip.

"Everynight? Oye... What era is it living in? What did we do last night? Nothing more than a fondling that.." paused for a moment Cakra took a sip of his cigarette then exhaled a coarse thick puff of smoke.

"Just like young people do out there, think of it as just for fun." Cakra said lightly, the man again sucked the nipple of the remaining cigarette, again, he ignored the girl who was trying to calm himself.

The roar of tears drenching her cheeks was rubbed violently, Helen slowly rewinded her steps.

The silence felt by Cakra, the man turned his head back and saw the back of the girl who had warmed his bed last night had disappeared in the door that began to close again.

"Haaaaahhhh.. Maybe in this way I will no longer deal with women." muttered Cakra still by enjoying the rest of the cigarette butts that began to shorten...

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