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While waiting for Salsa to finish her breakfast, Zidan pulled out a cell phone. Then he opened the menu of the browsing application on the phone, and then typed the word.

How to do first kiss.

First, make sure your lips are not dry or cracked.

Zidan read the article in his heart. Then he opened the phone's front camera app. He saw his lips from the camera phone.

"Not dry." murmured while touching her lips with her fingers. "Not cracked, either,"

"Why what?" salsa asked who had been watching her since.

"Nothing" Zidan replied casually.

Sabila, get your breakfast done!" back up, and then read the article.

Do not eat food with a pungent aroma, if you are going to kiss. Because it can make your partner ilfil.

Zidan then placed his palm in front of his mouth, then exhaled his breath.

"Buyh,"

"Still fresh, no smell" he murmured as he turned to the side, at the sight of Salsa still watching him.

"Why do you see me like that?" ask her like she doesn't like it.

Salsa scrunched her forehead. Then, touch Zidan's forehead with the back of his hand. "It's not hot, though,"

"Heis! You think I'm a child with a fever?" grunts Zidan upset.

"Remove, strange mas," replied Salsa.

"Weird why?" tanya Zidan raised one eyebrow.

"What was Mas gini-gini?" Salsa mimicked the way Zidan breathed.

"Heis! Hurry up for your breakfast! Don't say much when you're eating" Zidan snorted in annoyance, then looked back at his phone screen. The article about kissing has been read all.

"So much after the kiss I have to do what else huh?" he murmured while thinking something.

'Yes it is him!' Then Zidan typed something in the search browser.

How to Connect Intimate.

"Here it is," Zidan chose the top article.

First be gentle, don't rush. You can invite your partner to chat first, then do small kisses on the cheeks, neck and even on the lips.

Zidan read the article while nodding a sign of understanding.

'That means I have to chat with her first, and kiss her. Aaah, what can I do," Zidan said in his heart. Then he continued reading the article.

Believe yourself. Maybe at this time you are not confident in the size of your small, or maybe you think you can not satisfy your partner. Believe to reach the peak of pleasure in making love you must throw the mind away.

Zidan continued to read the article.

"Is mine this small? Ah, it doesn't matter what's important today I should be able to do it" he muttered with a small smile.

Zidan looked delighted, when he saw Salsa had placed her plate on the table. Then he immediately save his phone into the pocket of his pants, but the phone was first he deactivated, so that later it will not interfere with the procession of duren that he will do.

"Ecchem.." Zidan cleared his throat as he placed one of his hands on the back of the chair behind Salsa sitting down.

"When you're done with breakfast, right? Let's go in, here's a lot of wind," Zidan invited his voice to bear raspy fruit.

Salsa turned to Zidan, looking fixedly at Zidan's face. "In a moment, Mas, I still want to be here" he replied rejecting Zidan's invitation.

"Do you not know that the sea breeze is dangerous. Later if you catch a cold who will bother? Already let's go inside," Zidan pulled Salsa's hand and led her into the room.

Salsa just resignedly followed the steps of Zidan who drew his hands.

"Mas, slow down, Iiih."

* * *

Now, they were both in the room. Sit on the edge of the bed with your feet hanging onto the floor.

"Liet Zi, relax. Don't tense up, talk to him, just kiss him," Zidan sat himself down, calming himself down, who now looks nervous.

Same thing with Zidan, Salsa also looks nervous.

"Why am I so nervous like this? I don't even know what to talk about." Zidan was still inner himself, occasionally he turned to look at Salsa who was sitting beside him. Like I was stealing a look.

Zidan let out a big sigh, slowly shifting his seat even closer to Salsa. However, Salsa also shifted her seat away from Zidan, to the end of the bed.

Bruock!

"Ow, ouch!" Salsa fell down.

"Hikz, hikz hikz," Salsa grimaced as she held her buttocks that had just been blown away.

"Heis!" Zidan then immediately carried Salsa's body lying on the bed.

"Aduuuhhh, sick..."

"It's wrong Mas" he said while crying.

"Why is it my fault? Didn't you fall by yourself?" said Zidan who did not want to be blamed.

"Yes, I'd like to continue the pending one last night" Zidan replied.

"Already, now we just do," said Zidan began leaning his body.

Salsa closed her eyes, looking at Zidan's lips that had already advanced forward. Her chest was pounding waiting for Zidan's lips to kiss her.

Ting tong's.

Salsa opened her eyes, pushing Zidan's face just a little longer in her face.

"Mas, open the door first."

"Dad! Who the hell is bothering!" decak Zidan is upset.

"Have let it go, he'll leave later, too" Zidan leaned back in his face.

But, again Salsa's hand blocked him.

"Mas open the door first."

"Yes.. Da... " Zidan snorted, then went out.

* * *

Her afternoon.

"Mas, we're home today? Kan, soon I want a test, I'm afraid I will miss a lot of lessons," said Salsa disela eating lunch in the front of their room.

"Say you go to the island" Zidan stared at the small island in front of them.

"Some time, I don't want my scholarship to be revoked because of the frequent truancy," Salsa refused, even though he really wanted to go there.

"Do you still want to stay at your best friend's place?" asked Zidan who was now staring at Salsa.

"Ngga," replied Salsa Briefly without seeing Zidan.

"Why? If you want, I'll take you there,"

"Ihhh, Mas want to leave me yes," Salsa replied a little whining.

"Who said?"

"That was, I said I wanted to go to Santi's place" Salsa put both spoons on the plate.

"Yesterday it was you who asked to stay there," replied Zidan deliberately wanted to tease him.

"Yes. Why didn't you take me that time? it even brought me here" Salsa said without seeing Zidan.

"Yes-I will take you on vacation," said Zidan who continued to answer his wife's babble.

"Vacation? What holiday? Holidays are only on the mattress," his grumbling softly that can still be heard by Zidan.

"Yes, quickly run out of food," said Zidan who no longer wants to answer his wife's babble.

"No! Eat it yourself" he replied, then got up from sitting and immediately stepped away.

Zidan silently gawked, staring at the back of his wife who was about to enter the glass door of the room. He did not expect Salsa's response to be like that.

A few minutes later, Salsa walked back to the place. Salsa picked up the plate, then went back into the room.

"When I was just joking, you don't get angry" Zidan said.

"Oh yeah, I'm just kidding now too. and Mas don't have to bother persuading me, because I can persuade myself," replied Salsa ketus and stomped his feet into the room.

"Heis, what's the matter?" muttered Zidan astonished.

* * *

In the afternoon they went home, because Salsa continued to whine for home. There was not much chatter during the trip, because Salsa who sat beside Zidan all the way just fell asleep.

At night they arrived at the Mension. After getting out of the car, Salsa continued walking into the room.

In the room, Salsa immediately looked at the screen of her phone, which had many missed calls from Santi. Salsa wanted to call her best friend to ask her a lesson she did not follow for 2 days.

"Where have you been Sa? I've called your number dozens of times, but you've answered, " said Santi on the phone.

"He he he, sorry San," replied Salsa.

"Where have you been missing for two days? You're okay, right?" ask Santi to worry.

"Yes I'm fine, later in school I'll tell you the story" Salsa replied.

"But thankfully you didn't come to school, Sa, either,"

"Lho why?" ask Salsa wonder.

"Today, I've always seen your stepfather at school, like he's looking for you" replied Santi.

"Why is he looking for me? Is my mother sick San?" ask Salsa.

"I don't know either, anyway. But if your mother I see fine, Sa," replied Santi.

"Yes San, tomorrow we meet at school, yes, you guys bring your notebook, I want to borrow it," said Salsa.

"Okay, see you tomorrow at school," replied Santi. then Salsa's phone call disconnected.