Rapa & Cleona: Keeping the Heart
74. For the First Time

“Lo why is it still standing there? Go!” jolt Clara with a sharp look, driving away Cella who had not moved from her place like a mannequin in boutiques, will not move if not moved.

Cella threw an unpleasant look at Clara, before then leaving the couple with a cocky and unaccepting feeling because it was humiliated in front of the idol. Cella promises to avenge this shame someday.

As soon as the door closed back in a way slightly slammed by the annoying secretary, Clara bearalih looked at the fiance. “Once you become a jerk, don't expect any apologies from me!” threaten Clara solemnly, making Burmese hair goosebumps.

“Have I ever been a jerk? Have I ever teased another woman? Have I ever messed with you?”

Clara pressed her shoulders as she walked towards the sofa and threw her body there. “Where do I know if it's behind.”

“You don't believe me?” asked Burma to frown. “Emang I ever hurt you? Not that you hurt me, leave in time when I again alas.”

Clara grimaced a little, and no longer dared to look at her fiance. Pretending not to hear may be better than having a face-to-face that makes his guilt rise to the surface.

Not getting any response from the fiancee, Burma walked over and sat down next to Clara who pretended to be busy with her phone. I do not know what the middle of the beautiful woman was thinking, because what Burma can capture is a grief letter.

The Burmese grabbed Clara's shoulders, positioning them to face her. “I'm sorry. Not that I want to bring it up, just that I want you to know that all this time I kept this heart just for you, because it was only you that I loved, you're all I love and you're all I want. So, please believe. I will try not to betray you, but if one day I start to waver please rebuke and remind me. You want to, right?”

With teary eyes Clara nodded slowly, and as soon as Burma pulled her into the arms of the tears it broke violently. Clara is quite aware of Burmese feelings that are really sincere to her, only she does not want to fall too much which will actually make her weak. Clara does not want to be oppressed by feelings called love. He does not want to be used, and he does not want to be wasted by someone he loves.

Burma breaks her arms, helps Clara wipe her tears while saying, “already don't cry, you ugly know not.” And in reply with a slow blow to the chest of the Burmese field that makes it always comfortable.

“If I'm ugly you can't choose me to be your wife,” Clara said.

“I do not see from how beautiful you look, but from your kind person and sincere heart. Even if there are women who are prettier than you, I will not necessarily choose them.”

Try here who doesn't baper with the words of a handsome man like Burma? Come closer and tell Clara how. Mekipun no shy smile and red face blushing, but believe me that in the heart, Clara jumpalitan because of the baper.

Why should women feel weak? It was fortunate that Clara had a strong expression resistance, so it did not really show that she was melting. But if it is a drought, he is certainly not sure he can maintain it.

“Don't mostly sweet talk, Beer. I'll be nauseous later. Better now we have lunch,” said Clara who immediately stood up from her seat, making the Burmese hand that cupped Clara's face apart just like that.

“Why not bring food here try, so we can directly eat without having to go out first.”

“I have no obligation to bring you food, what else masakin. After all around here many places to eat.”

“Ck reasons, say you can't cook!” burmese Cibir. “If you buy, I will also change the money.”

Clara glared sharply. “Replace yes?! I don't remember buying meatballs in the city park I paid and you haven't changed until now.

“So you want a calculation? Don't remember the time to buy satay, pizza, siomay, bakmie, soto, chicken porridge all I pay, and there's nothing I ask for change!”

“You're not ihklas?!” with a tousled waist and a sharp look Clara asked.

Without saying anything, Burma pulled Clara strong until the body of the beautiful woman was hollow and fell into her arms, even worse their lips touched each other, both Clara and Burma were surprised and widened their eyes. But no one wants to stay away from each other, so, what to say, the lips have been slouched collide and the soft taste makes the Burmese male soul light up.

However, Burma is a normal man who has never felt how sweet the lips of a woman, what else in front of him is Clara, who is none other than his beloved woman, who is, his first love and his future wife. Lubricating it a little is okay, right? Even if his actions are wrong, Burma is willing to take responsibility.

“Sweet,”, Burma said as soon as it finished affixing its last brief kiss and rubbing the scars of their kiss that lasted somehow minutes.

“Lo-you nyium me?” clara asked in disbelief as she touched her slightly numb lips.

“Sorry sassy, I ..”

“Tickness,”

The Burmese jaw feels like it really wants to fall once you hear the innocent words of the fiancee. If you know it will be the response of Burma does not hesitate to continue the struggle of his lips even longer. So what's the point of feeling guilty a few seconds ago?

“You'll repeat again no?” Burma raises her eyebrows seductively.

Placed.

“Not murhim, dammit!” a slap on his lips, Burma can be from the lover who returns in fierce fashion. His future wife is indeed strange, briefly become an adorable rabbit then turned into a creepy lion.

“Not yet muhrim but in favors,” Burmese lips lowered the slender body of Clara from her lap, not because of annoyance or even the position that makes it uncomfortable, he said, it's just that Burma does not want to be caliph and ends up in a struggle. Maybe Pandu's father roasted it on the coals of fire. Scary.