Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter 179 Night Road
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Keenan and Riska sudha are ready with their respective jackets, with black and white themes.
"Yuk," Keenan asked, holding Riska's arm.
"Awhile, I'll grab the bag first" Riska said as she took Keenan's hand off and picked up the small bag on the table.
"Abang, let's take a picture first yuk," Riska, taking her small bag.
"Make what the hell? Come on, go, have a night out" said Keenan, not caring about Riska.
Riska was not discouraged, she pulled Keenan's hand and carried him in front of the mirror. Keenan who was originally lazy, now smiled as an idea flashed through his mind.
He stood behind Riska who was positioning his phone in front of the glass, he wrapped his hand around his wife's waist.
Ccr!
One camera shot managed to capture the second image, Keenan smiled as Riska did not protest with the position of her hand at this time.
Ccr!
Second shot, Keenan stole a kiss on his wife's cheek.
"Dragon!" Riska turned her head slightly and scowled in annoyance, again her husband stole her kiss. However, his eyes now widened with a cellphone that almost fell out of hand when Keenan even grabbed his lips.
Keenan grabbed Riska's hand which almost dropped the phone she was holding in surprise, she turned on the camera with her lips still on.
Ccr!
One photo with an intimate position was successfully stored in the memory of Riska's phone and possibly in the memory of the two people themselves.
Riska closed her eyes, as Keenan started playing there, sucking gently and barging in. His hands squeezed his own jacket, holding back the strange gelanyar that was slowly beginning to resurface.
Keenan removed the link of his second lip, after feeling Riska was already out of breath. He smiled as he rubbed his wife's lips which looked a little swollen from her actions.
Shifting his gaze at the cell phone in both of their hands, he smiled with satisfaction at the photo he had taken just now.
"Well, this is true" Keenan said guiltlessly. Keenan sent some of the photos he had just taken to his number.
"What's up?" tanya Riska was about to take the phone in Keenan's hand. However, with a swift husband immediately raised his hand high until it was unachievable by Riska.
"For a while, I'm not done yet" Keenan said. He just returned Riska's phone after she managed to send a photo of the two of them that had just been taken.
Riska was still pushing her lips forward, holding back the upset that her husband was taking advantage of the opportunity and stealing her kiss, even this was longer and not just a kiss like bias.
"Yuk, he said he wanted to go for a walk," Keenan invited, pulling Riska's hand to immediately step outside the room.
"The feeling I wanted .. but, why now, brother, the spirit?" gerutu Riska in between his steps.
Keenan stopped he turned around to look at Riska's face which was still scowling. "Why is the porridge still being advanced so? Want me to kiss again?"
Riska immediately closed her mouth using one hand while shaking her head.
Keenan smiled, then rattled a bit of hair at the top of Riska's head.
"If so smile first," teased Keenan.
Riska did not answer, she instead stepped ahead of Keenan with her red cheeks. Keenan shook his head, then followed his wife with his hands still clasping each other.
Arriving in the basement of the apartment, a man was seen standing next to a dirt bike with a black color terprkir.
"Thank you" said Keenan, receiving two helmets from the man's hand. He put it on first and put one more helmet on the bike seat.
"Whose bike is this, Bang?" ask Riska.
"This is my bike, I rarely use it anyway" replied Keenan.
The man took a helmet on the bike, then put it on his wife's head. Riska didn't refuse, she let Keenan do what he wanted.
Click!
The sound of a helmet lock rang out, Keenan hit the small helmet on Riska's head until his wife gave a startled cry.
"What's sick?" ask Keenan while riding on the bike.
"His head, his helmet time," grumbled Rsika.
"Oh, I think the helmet, because it's the helmet that you elus," Keenan said with a small ruckus in his mouth.
Riska grimaced, given her own stupidity. "Yes too, huh?"
"Already, let's go up," Keenan reached out his left hand to help Riska to get on the bike immediately.
Riska grabbed Keenan's hand, then climbed up with her other hand holding her husband's shoulder.
"Where are we going now?" asked Keenan, once they were ready to be on the bike.
"Well, whatever, brother," Riska replied.
Keenan started pulling the gas pedal, driving the motor out of the basement area and into the crowd of the highway.
Keenan took Riska's hand and held her jacket and wrapped it around her stomach. "I'm not an ojek."
Rsika yaang sepeeti hearr Keenan talk taapi not clear, advancing his face.
"Well! What, Bang?!" he shouted, right near the ear of Keen.
"I'm not an ojek, you don't hold on to the jacket!" Keenan raised his voice a little.
"Well! What's ripped, Bang?!" asked Riska again, still not hearing clearly the words of her husband.
Keenan breathed a rough breath, he thought all this time the rumors outside that say 'Women if you've been riding a motorcycle like to suddenly become a bit deaf' is wrong. However, it seemed that all of that was true, and now he was blocking it himself.
"The object is ripped?" muttered Keenan grumbling to himself.
Riska smiled as she leaned her head against Keenan's back, hugging her while enjoying the increasingly cold night.
About thirty minutes' drive, Keenan stopped his motorbike at one of the roadside coffee shops.
"We rest first yes," said Keenan while taking off his helmet.
Riska let go of her embrace, she looked at the surrounding that looked still crowded. Get off the bike and stand next to her husband.
Keenan helps Riska open her helmet, then keeps it on the bike, he takes Riska's hand to bring her inside.
Riska followed Keenan's steps, she saw there were some people who were sitting and chatting with her friends.
Keenan sat on a long chair made of wood, right in front of the coffee shop seller. Riska sat down next to her husband.
"Bang, green bean porridge, do not use sticky rice, one, the same ginger, one," said Keenan ordered a drink for him first.
"What do you want, Ris?" ask Keenan, turn to Riska.
Riska looked at the menu written on the wall of the store, complete with the price.
He didn't think Keenan would take him to a place like this.
"I'm just ginger milk," replied Rsika.
"Bang add ginger milk to one, the same decoction, complete," said Keenan.
Riska frowned, with a second order from Keenan. "Aren't I pesen?"
"No papa, that's a big deal, who knows you want. Delicious, there are various kinds, from tubers to peanuts and soybeans are also there," explained Keenan.
Riska did not wait, she preferred to circulate her gaze around the tavern, looking simple. However, quite a lot of buyers, no wonder also, because there serves warm drinks and special snacks that are quite fitting for dinner.
"I did not expect, Brother, know a place like this," said Riska.
"This is the usual place for me and Ezra to come after playing or want to enjoy the night" Keenan replied.
Riska nods her head, this place is indeed quite good for people who want to hang out with friends, with a minimal budget.
If only he hadn't experienced it himself, maybe Riska wouldn't have believed someone like Ezra and Keenan could have eaten in a place like this.
That night, Riska found another figure in her husband. The two of them enjoyed the night chatting away warm and healthy drinks. Until almost midnight, the two just decided to return to the apartment.
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