Sexy Little Partner
Bis

Love blinds everything, not wanting Rinda to humble herself, but a heart that is stuck is quite difficult to be cut off.

The king was once very good, which woman was not tempted when a handsome man in the king's class paid attention to him.

Sure one thousand percent, no woman wants to be a actor, Rinda just used to their closeness. That'sthat's all.

After Aldo and Doni trace Radit's whereabouts, at five in the morning the girl meets Radit. The blood bags that Ansel had were just a few. Rinda is getting more foggy.

The sound of the door bangs makes Radit, Anton, and Karan look at each other. "Who?"

Brakkk....

Rinda's tearful face appeared in front of the three handsome youths. "Rinda?" Karan who first interrupted.

"Lo what?" Radit greeted him with a confused look.

They don't know enough to touch each other. Moreover, Rinda's makeup is not so good. Shabby, panda eyes, crying.

"From you!" Said Rinda lirih. Anything for Ansel's sake, Rinda willingly brushed aside the shame just for Ansel.

"Make?"

"Ansel!" Rinda said more and more.

Raditya. "Ansel? Who, ..."

"Self my son, he needs a donor from you, please, I need him. Please, give your blood to my son." The girl is fond.

Anton chimed in ketus. "Lo's crazy? Radit's sick again, you tell him to donate his blood!"

"But Ansel needs!" Sergea Rinda turned to the young man. Anton stands Karan the same, while Radit is still sitting leaning on the head of his patient's bed.

"What does it have to do with me!" Rinda turns to Radit again, shortly after Dhyrga Miller's younger cousin makes a sound.

"Are you ready to hear this fact, young Lord Radit?" Nanar, Rinda says.

"Not much muter-muter, what do you do, huh? Do you want to offer savings?"

Plakkc... Rinda's smooth hand had reached Anton's cheek which turned away from her. He looked very hard at the young man.

"Don't be impudent young master!" Shouted Rinda. He is sick if people continue to rebuke his status.

Rinda turned to Raditya who was sharpening his gaze. That beautiful woman was really strange, very strange to Radit.

"What do you want!"

"Well let me tell you the truth first, Ansel whom you thought was the child of my affair, she was the daughter of my young Miss, the result of her forbidden act with you." Obviously Rinda.

Radit chuckles. "Lo's not in his right mind, huh?" But, if that's true why Killa didn't tell him.

"I don't care if you think I'm crazy though, but I need your help, Ansel is like my own son, from him Ansel was born with me, please, help me please Raditya." Rinda put her hands together. Minimize the tears of supplication.

Radit is not a bad person, aside from his teenage delinquency, Radit includes sensitive humans like Dhyrgya Brother. Seeing the tears of Rinda's tears, he became pity.

"Help me, at least to Ansel, like me, you must not have the heart to see him lying weakly on his bed." Lirih Rinda is back.

...🎀🎀🎀...

Somewhere, a few moments later. Killa sat pensively staring at his son's handsome face.

Until this moment, Ansel only breathed that small breath with the help of a breathing apparatus.

Killa was frustrated, but prevented Rinda was not able to do, Rinda was right, let everyone know, that Ansel Raditya's son.

Mistakes that had occurred on the back of the passenger seat of the omprengan bus, Bandung trip to Jakarta.

All that happened just like that, the two teenagers who were attracted to each other because they were triggered by the cold air.

Exactly three years ago. When Raditya and all his motorcycle gangs follow wild racing in the Bandung area.

The other members have returned home, only Radit and Killa are still wading through the sometimes steep streets.

Flashback....

"Ah, fuck!" Raditya cursed the motor strike, this must be because it was too forced to win the race when the bike should have rested.

"Why Dit?" Killa took off the helmet, got off the bike. Radit's handsome face was seen after he took off his helmet.

"He asked to be finished. We need to find a ride." Raditya patted the handlebar of his bike, he got off and pulled the car over.

The streets are quite quiet, surrounded by empty yards. Many crickets are making this region even more gripping.

Raditya. "Lo is not afraid of death but afraid of demons!"

"Don't call it Lo! It's haunted here!" Pekik Killas. Raditya.

Long enough Radit and Killa wait for the passing of help, their smooth skin must be willing to be the easy target of the rice field mosquitoes.

Tin...

The highlight of the lights from the big car made the two reflexively wave their hands.

"Oc, ..."

The bus door opened right in front of the two, as the driver knew the two boys needed his help.

"Where's the deck going?"

"Jakarta Sir!" Shouted Radit.

"Well, it didn't get there."

Radit rises to give attractive offers. "I rent whatever sir, as long as it gets to Jakarta." He put out a tempting money wedge.

"Ok instead of no passengers!" Driver said.

Trouble Radit raised his motorbike into the bus, of course, helped a good driver.

Killa and Radit sat in the back seat. There was no one but the driver and the two teenagers.

"Thank God, we can go home in peace." Killa giggled as did Radit. They went through a very good night.

Cold, this omprengan bus is full of wind. The car was very fast. Killa snaps at Radit who is also docked at him.

"Lo still has a crush on that spoiled chick?" Killa asked a stale base. His hands are rubbed to reduce the cold.

"So, he's special." Radit replied with a smiling lip.

"Lo's not interested in me hmm?"

Smiling slightly, Radit stared at Killa's pretty face faintly as these bus lights were not turned on. "Gue wants to move on from Kimmy, but it's hard."

"Lo's sure?" Killa took off her black jacket, even her t-shirt. "Lo sure isn't interested in me?" The girl giggled amusedly at the cute surprised expression of Radit.

"Lo is not sane!"

"Just the same Lo!" Not enough words, Raditya grabbed the girl's thin lips.

Who would willingly, seeing the dense mound was idle. Of course Radit squeezed it out strongly.

The kiss is wild. Killa is good at doing that, Radit likes this girl's fight. What a sweep of Killa's sense of taste is so shrewd. While Raditya was the first time doing lip-sticking, he was plain.

Radit's hand got rid of Killa's long hair flying everywhere. He tried not to be bothered by the fine strands.

Stung by the ga-rah, Raditya wants more than that, especially when Killa fumbles on the bottom. "Damn it, I'm so sorry for I sa-nge njerr!" Radit.

Killa giggles. "Lo want to try?"

"Have you ever?"

"Sama Andrews I just play outside, but I love to die with Lo Dit, I'm willing to Lo aplain. But on condition, Lo stop chasing that spoiled chick again!"

"OK." Radit snatched back Killa's lips, he agreed not because he wanted to do it alone, because Radit really wanted to forget Kimmy who often rejected his love.

Maybe Killa will be the end of her search for love. Killa is great, Killa is independent, Killa can be invited to exclamations on the streets, Killa is not crybaby, far when compared to Kimmy's personality.

Removing half her pants, Radit is ready as the girl attempts to eat hers. Killa's in Raditya's lap. It was hard to get in but it worked.

Both chuckle. It's a terrible thing. "Crazy, you make me not a virgin anymore Killa!" Replied with the woman's laughter.

Killa started going up and down. Both are carried by the night wind. Occasionally the driver was busy calling his wife in the village with a headset in his ear.

"Gee!"

"illness?"

"When did Killa get sick? It's Dit, it's delicious! We can try again later!" Both giggle at the same time. Erotic mixed, Radit passed tonight.

Flashback finished...