Sexy Little Partner
Motor....

📤Yank, 📤Honey, 📤Kimmy, 📤Kim, 📤Why? 📤Udah eat? 📤What time is it?

The restless King sent an unrequited message. Sit down, fall asleep, sit down again, move to the balcony, to the room, to the balcony again.

How much he went down and up the stairs just to find a sense of 'quiet'. Kimmy's anger is still a matter of considerable thought drain.

Kimmy is harder to crack than the numbers lined up in his physics books.

Until this afternoon, the King was sitting lazily on a pink sofas, the sofas belonging to the super busy Queen.

"Handsome uncle why?" The little six-year-old boy was sitting on the lap of the King.

The king smiled sweetly, embracing the beloved beauty fourth after Krystal, Queen and Kimmy. "Boring."

"You want to play Cheryl?" The girl in short pajamas with the picture of Hello Kitty offered. His blue eyes were gnarled like Dhyrga's.

"Can." The king smiled. At least there was Cheryl who melted her mood.

"You know, Cheryl took the toy, yeah." Cheryl slumped down from her Om lap before then she ran towards her dollhouse.

King chuckles. "OK."

"You fighting again?" Looking at his son's concussion from the kitchen table Krystal asked, while Raka just stayed on the sofa enjoying a recitation as well as a warm cup of tea made by the wife.

"Kimmy hasn't picked up the King's phone yet." The young man replied, weak.

"What's your problem this time? Mammi saw from the King came home Kimmy did not come here."

"habit."

The king can't talk about Rinda. If that happened, it would have been Raka wrathful. Kimmy is even more in love than her biological son.

"I apologize, if the King has a wrong, do not be sorry, the word sorry is trivial, but the effect is great for the giver and the recipient." Krystal's Advice.

"Hm." Little Sahutan Raja who invited Tolehan Raka. That only son is cold and annoying like Krystal.

Well, at least that's according to Raka. Because a Raka Rain is always warm to whoever she loves. But Krystal is a hypocrite, good at covering up her feelings tight and downhill on the King.

"We're playing with Uncle!" Cheryl carries a lot of dolls that are put in a trolley. Replied with the laughter of the King. "Uncle's playing with dolls anyway?"

"Nothing, it's better to play a doll than a girl." Cheryl whetting. Her toothless teeth are displayed.

"Cheryl did that anyway?" Krystal reprimanding. The boy's talk is often strange.

"Daddy Dhyrga is the answer to Mammi Queen's reprimand."

Raka chuckled, "Don't like to eavesdrop on the parents' conversation. Cheryl will grow up before her time."

The small random king of the princess's mere head peak Dhyrga who was smiling grinned.

...🎀🎀🎀...

^^^In Kimmy's car.^^^

"Well, it's like the tires of the car are deflated Non."

Kimmy pouted as Jono said so. "Well, it's gonna be a long time."

As usual Jono picked up his young Miss, ill-fated, still half the way Kimmy's car tires leaked.

"Shortly No," Jono came out then Kimmy followed out checking one flat tire. Already late in the afternoon, the day was also cloudy, Kimmy stood frowning staring at Jono picking up tire changing equipment.

Tin.... Brum...

The roar of the motor sounded boisterous, Kimmy turned to a bunch of motor children, he snorted loudly, of course it was Radit team and friends.

Raditya Miller Visual.

"No!" Kimmy turned to get a strange look from the whole motorcycle gang led by Radit.

"Really? No miesel? You do not know yet, it feels like riding a motorbike afternoon-afternoon gini huh? At best Lo's in ajakin's helicopter ride with the King."

"Get away, I'm sorry to see Lo's face!" Kimmy put on a dislike look. Kimmy is uncomfortable standing in the sight of famous motorcycle children throughout Jakarta.

"Gue wants to make sure you go home on the bike, rather than waiting here for a long time, afternoon, want to rain again!" Forced Radit.

Ovi, .....

Police sirens arrived from behind, the entire owner of the big motorbike rushed to start the engine. "Dit, I'll go first!" One by one, they pumped gas. "Police Dit!"

"Ah fuckin' emang!" Radit pulls Kimmy's hand and forces her. "Good, or Lo brought by the fathers of the country!" The mode.

Kimmy cringing. "My shell! Kan Lo the motor boy!"

"They must have a report about our campus brawl on the same campus next door, Lo'an Gue's college boy!"

"Huh?" Kimmy rolled her eyes. "Seriously Lo?" Worriedly.

"The spikes are up!" Radit seizes opportunity in narrowness.

Apparently the police in Indonesia came at the right time, unlike the Indian films that came after the main character was kidnapped. Ubsurd indeed!

"What about Uncle Jono?" Kimmy still thinks about his loyal driver.

"Whenever the police lack of work anymore people change the tires of my Munaroh yang car that is glittering, Lo's splinter ride!"

"So Mr. Jono I'm staying?" Kimmy's speech paused after Radit put a helmet on her. "Good!" The girl complied, she sat herself down quickly.

Jono gawked at his place. Look at a bunch of traffic cops and then at Radit's motor.

Their distance is very close. No need to get tired of avoiding because if viewed from their proximity position, it can certainly be caught.

Brum....

"Let'soo!" Kimmy screamed as Radit took his bike with him as if he wanted to fly.

Sport heart, that's how Kimmy feels at the moment. "Lo crazy Dit!" His shouting. Kimmy's hard punch slapped on the young man's shoulder.

"Once in a while it's crazy just like Munaroh is okay!" Reply Radit shouted.

Kimmy was busy looking back, watching the police who had arrived a little. "Lo sure huh? They must've caught us!"

"Lo doesn't know I yet, so diem is dead! A tight hug if you don't want to fall!" Radit Seru.

"Relieve it!" Kimmy just pinched Radit's little jeans jacket. "Lo think I'm a contagious patient?"

"Gue has a guy, you're single!"

"Why talk about status?"

"Bodo!" Kimmy enjoyed each of these fun moments.

Riding a motorcycle was something Kimmy had never felt at all. Since childhood, Kimmy has been fully equipped, luxury cars from his family, especially from his fiancee's family.

Getting an exciting experience like this, quite makes Kimmy forget the pain that the King has been inciting lately.

Unknowingly, during the trip Kimmy smiled, laughed crisply, what else when they made it through the cars that were stuck in traffic.

"This is Dit! You know, I really want to be able to fly if it gets stuck again gini, and now Lo take me flying!"

Radit smilingly stared at the occasional pretty face of Kimmy from her rearview mirror.

The strong winds that surround, witness how a Raditya Miller get new happiness when riding his motorcycle.

...Uaaahhh, the candidate is quite incredible😟...