So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs
27. This Is Indonesia

"Dayan not very cute, anyway?" suri said excitedly. "His vibes he was like a guy-cow-puppet, handsome, who if you give tuh child must be a very handsome son!"

Then Suri looked at Tanjung's face, to see her reaction.

Suri begins to suspect this guy has a crush on her. Because, why is he angry Suri spik-spik with other guys?

No really, Suri does not like Dayan to be courted. He's too handsome, for God's sake.

So handsome, Suri insecure. It was impossible for a model like her to be lured to Suri, so once again, Suri was just praising her as if fans were praising her idol.

"Have a girlfriend, all right?" Suri continues to warm up. "He knows that a smile is blind. I love bangeeeeeeet squirming his face. Especially his eyes when he smiles. Ih, it's so girly!"

Fix if Tanjung is jealous, she likes Suri.

Which means Suri is trapped in a crocodile cage without being able to go anywhere.

"You know he shot me, about to—"

Suddenly, Suri was silent.

His face was deathly pale and his body was stiff, hot but giving off cold sweat.

"Sorry." Suri was just spontaneously thinking about how to survive and that was the only way that came to pass. "Gue's just kidding."

Tanjung was silent, staring at Suri without the slightest sound.

When the wind blows blow the hair on the forehead of the Cape, it actually makes the atmosphere around him more horror.

It felt as if Suri was again being asked to be aware by the world that the person in front of him could not be joked with and was not worth joking with.

Suri is conscious. The Cape that draws rough with the Cape that is still staring, still more mending the rough Cape.

"We're going home, yuk." Suri suddenly full. "Gue is so sleepy. Come on, go home."

He's not moving.

Suri gulped spit. Unaware of holding the arm of Tanjung hard as a rock.

"I'm sorry," shouts Suri weakly. "I'm sorry, plis. Plis, don't be mad. Pli."

Duh, where his arm is bigger than a wooden block. His face was handsome but Suri felt like meeting the executioner. His job is to punish someone for death.

Should Suri kneel to his feet? Does Suri have to kiss her shoes to stop getting angry?

For God's sake, stop looking like a demon king!

When Suri was about to kneel in panic, Tanjung suddenly reached out.

But Tanjung's hand was to the neck.

Suri was pale, thinking about being strangled. The sound of crutches from HP yesterday Cape crumpled immediately ringing in Suri's head.

The moment Suri could only gulp down on his fate ....

What happened was that the tip of Tanjung's fingers rubbed her neck lightly.

The touch made Suri instantly confused. His fear changed in wonder.

"W-what?"

Her hand rose to her ear, rubbing before changing into a light grip.

But before Suri could understand, Tanjung's hand in her ear pulled Suri's face, a prelude to meeting their lips.

Suri's eyes bulged wide.

I kissed? Suri kagok until deep inside. I kissed a guy?! And that's even a demon guy?!!!!!!

More importantly, this is Indonesia, anjir! And they're on the side of the road!

Suri admits he's mentally steel. Because time released Suri's lips, Tanjung just stared at him expressionlessly.

As if he had not sinned.

Tanjung even rubbed the corner of Suri's lips with eyes whose focus should not be continued.

"Don't." Suri muttered involuntarily. "Don't be here."

Suri, don't be crazy here. Not that I'm crazy anywhere else.

But Tanjung somehow thought of what, pulling Suri's hand away. Suri daydreamed until he was unknowingly pulled back to his contract.

Suri was also still dumbfounded when Tanjung let go of her shirt.

Suri was still not when her body was pulled into the bed.

What makes Suri aware is that Tanjung wants to take off her clothes.

"What do you want?!" hysterical shouting.

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