Replacement Lightning Match
Chapters. 16 Lost

"Why? "

"Mas Imran can't pick up. "

"Yes, I'll take you. Just chill. This is how I am a real man. Not taking a woman to his house. " The Word deliberately prides itself.

Salwa was silent, What Salwa thought was not delivered or not. He was just afraid that rumors would spread. Especially if he is being taken by a man. There will be some rumors coming out.

Salwa hugged her book tightly. The rain is getting heavier. Word realized when he saw Salwa's body that had been half wet it must be cold.

It felt like Firman hugged Salwa's body to provide warmth, Want him to kiss his cold blue lips. It was itchy to want to give a sip of warmth to Salwa. If she is not a Muslim-dressed woman, it is obvious that she is hugged and that she is****** discharged. He will definitely pull.

Firman is a famous badung child, playboy even labeled a venereal villain. Because they often change girlfriends. Even though what he did was not up to se*s free. Most Firman just do "Pas Fhoto" that's what college kids call the taboo thing. The intimacy between two people only reaches like in Pas Fhoto only.

Firman was not conscious anymore, his hand had already pulled Salwa into the back corner of the Meatball wagon. He kissed Salwa forcibly, Salwa thrashed to release the very strong confines of the Word. The red has been in ***** Word greedily, Salwa resigned and follow the game of the Word. Slowly the Word removed Salwa's veil. They dissolve into the cradle of love accompanied by the sound of heavy rain, getting colder. They are getting tighter in the cradle of love.

"The Word... " Salwa's voice sounded faint.

"The president! " call Salwa.

"Huh What? " The Word awakens from its daydream. Apparently the intimacy created earlier is just a fantasy of the Word.

"You why? The rain has no stop. How's this? Is there a raincoat? " ask Salwa.

"Sorry Sal, I don't have a raincoat. We will soon be in shade. If it still rains for 10 minutes. We're going to break through. "

Salwa just nodded her head in agreement. For some reason, Firman felt calm when he looked at Salwa's shady face. Her face brought calmness, no false eyelashes, no red blushing lipstick. Especially mascara and blush. But the beauty of Salwa is undeniable. In the rainwater that hit the asphalt road. His eyes were fixed only on Salwa's face.

"Geez, how could I daydream of such perverted things to her. As good as he is, as handsome as he is even as closed as it is already dressed my brain is still perverted. " The Inner Word condemned his lecherous daydream earlier.

The Word confesses that he fell in love with Salwa.

"Sal. kaya we just broke through yes. This is my jacket. " Firman gave her leather jacket.

"No need. "

"Just wear. I hold it. At least you're not too wet. "

Salwa took the leather jacket and wore it. Pretty good even a little big.

"Come on. Already prepared? "

Salwa nodded for sure.

Evening that seemed to give blessing to the Word, before maghrib. Firman was piggybacking on Salwa. There is a feeling of shahdu that the Word feels. Although his face was a little sore due to the rain. Moreover, using Moge, automatically Salwa's body inevitably stuck to the back of the Word. Any effort Salwa to give distance, still when the Word stepped on Rem. Salwa's chest touched to the back of the Word. And obviously it gives a sensation to the Word.

Arriving in front of Salwa. Madam stood up and watched.

"Loh... Didn't Imran Sal get him? "

"No Ma'am. He said there was an accreditation meeting. "

"This who? "

"Oh yes. Ammar... Ammar. " Hearing his name called, Ammar came out cheerfully. He thought Imran and Salwa were coming.

When he saw Salwa being delivered by a man he did not recognize, Ammar's face changed. And immediately grabbed Salwa's hand.

"Mother, where's Dad? " Ammar deliberately took Salwa by the hand and pulled him away from the Word. There was a clear Ammar jealousy.

Suddenly, Firman was surprised to hear Salwa called Mother by Kindergarten . His face was bewildered and immediately looked at Salwa with a thousand questions.

"Ammar, Imran's father is in a meeting. So Mother delivered the same Om Firman. Let's say thank you. "

Ammar didn't want to, he lashed and ran into the boarding house.

"I'm sorry Ammar. He likes it that way sometimes. His jacket. Thank you for driving me. "

"Good Sal. I'm Pamit. Let's Ma'am. Assalamualaikum says. "

There's a feeling of disappointment. Mixed up, but he can't be sure yet. Want to ask directly, but it feels strange especially in front of the neighbor. He looked again at Salwa and the boy.

" There is not even a resemblance between the face of the child and the face of Salwa," The Word strengthened his heart which began to hurt. The Word came home with a chaotic feeling. He will ask Salwa directly. He did not want Salwa to be owned by anyone else.

Ms. Madah did not ask much, because the day had been hunted maghrib. Salwa entered the house with Ammar. Salwa was a little confused, which Ammar usually always called her as Big Brother. But when before the Word, he loudly called it by the call of Mother. What he felt so easily calling Mom.

The clock shows at 9 p.m. Imran didn't come home yet, when Salwa called. Imran's phone could not be reached. He called repeatedly. Tetao cannot connect. Salwa's heart began to feel unruly beating. He felt an unusual awkwardness. This should he immediately not by finding out the whereabouts of Mas Imran.

"Why Imran. Meeting time until this hour. Teacher is rich gini. "

Salwa glanced at the wall clock. He can't sleep. Ammar slept beside him very well. Sometimes Salwa fanned Ammar's body.

Not felt, as it glanced back at the wall clock. The hour hand is already showing to the clock the number 11. There was no sign of Imran coming home. Salwa called back, but remained disconnected. Salwa texted if her phone was opened. Then the text must have been read. Salwa settles down beside Ammar and tries to sleep.

The sound of the words came from a distance. The dawn sign is approaching. Salwa immediately stood up and looked out and revealed the glass curtain of the living room. There was no sign of Imran.

"So weird like this. Usually Imran is like this. What don't-don't. Don't think about what Salwa is. "

Salwa quickly sent Sms to Wahyu and his Sister-in-law Amir. He hoped the two of them would quickly reply to his Sms. She was afraid something would happen to her husband.

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