Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 30: The Counterattack

Gala rushed to the bathroom with a change of clothes in her hand. His last sentence made him and Yara again feel awkward. There was a sense of shame that gnawed at his heart. But what Gala said was pure from the bottom of her heart.

Gala soaked her body into a bathtub filled with warm water. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. That day really made him limp. In addition to the viral news that has been splashing on various social media platforms. It was a very busy day and full of surprises.

Long time he soaked, until his white skin changed color to be somewhat reddish. He immediately rinsed the body of the athletic tub. After that, he also cleaned his face with skin care products that he used. His face looked youthful and radiant, like an eighteen-year-old man.

"Ah shit! Since when did this appear?" bring his face closer to the mirror when he sees a single point of acne appearing on his forehead. "Very flashy again! My confidence will diminish when this goddamn mushroom appears!"

Gala looked excited in front of the mirror. He continued to rub his face, especially in the part overgrown with acne. Although he knew if the fungus would not disappear for a while just by rubbing his forehead brutally using facial treatments.

"Aishhhh! Irritating! What if Yara sees this mushroom? Will she be disgusted and will she stay away from me?!" pissed.

After a long struggle with his reflection in the mirror, he rinsed his face using water. His feelings were still upset by the presence of a single point of acne that grew right on his forehead. Gala is a type of guy who cares a lot about looks. What is his face. He would go crazy if his face was hit by something that would ruin his good looks. Even if it's just a speck of stain.

With a sour face, Gala came out from inside the bathroom. He went to the mirror and combed his messy hair. A pair of eyes looked at the man who was tidying up his hair. Yara smiled slightly as she muttered softly. "That's so handsome, Om Gala," he praised with a look of amazement. Unconsciously Yara, Gala had noticed her gaze bouncing on the mirror.

Gala tilted her lips and began to spread charm. He deliberately slowed down his movements in order to see the shadow of Yara who seemed to admire him in silence. Gala's confidence was so fiery that when she accidentally glanced at his face. "Cihh! Shit!" objurgation. "Why does this pimple appear at the wrong time?!"

"Om Gala .." call Yara.

Gala. "What's wrong?" set the sound so it sounds cool and sexy.

"What's Om tired of?"

"Ehm .. not really. Why are you asking like that?" tanya Gala knitted her eyebrows.

"I think Om is tired. Though I took the initiative to massage, Om."

"Yes I'm tired!" ketus Gala, reflex. He immediately sat on the sofa and looked at Yara who was looking at him with a confused look. "Let's massage my shoulders. My neck hurt," stretched his neck so that it sounded like a cracked bone. "My neck is cramped!" pekiknya, theatrical.

"So Om said ... "

"You heard wrong. Let's get a massage! You must be a good wife."

Yara curled her lips. He immediately headed for the sofa, where Gala was sitting. Slowly he began to touch Gala's shoulder carefully. "Om, I'm still a rookie. Please tell me what Om feels."

"Don't kid!" ketus Gala's.

"I-I mean, if my massage doesn't feel on your shoulder, then I'll put more pressure on it to feel."

Gala flushed. "Ehem! You're too soft. More pressed a little," overstretched the hand of Yara who was massaging her.

Yara was stunned when she saw Gala's palm touching the back of her hand. "Is this felt?" ogre.

"Lumayan."

The girl began to move her hands up and down by pressing Gala's shoulders. Yara seemed to have difficulty because Gala's body was really hard and muscular. He had put all his abilities but in fact it was still not felt for Gala.

Actually the guy's just a mode. From the beginning his intention was not to be massaged because tired or tired, but just wanted to be near Yara. And Yara happily did the job.

"Awhh, sick!" gala screams.

"Sorry Om, I didn't accidentally," Yara said in a panic. "I'll be more careful."

Gala turned her lips. Obviously, he was just pretending. He didn't feel any pain. For Gala the massage Yara felt nothing at all. In fact, according to him, Yara just like gently rubbing her shoulders.

"Om, has it gone away?"

"Yet. Maybe a little more."

Yara continued her activities. He looked exhausted until his forehead let out a sweat. Ten minutes passed. Yara was no longer able to massage Gala's shoulders. The girl's hand felt sore. He sat his body beside Gala.

"Why stop?" ask Gala.

"Ahh Om cheated! Must be Om intentionally 'wouldn't prank me?"

Gala pulled the corner of her lips. "Who's messing with you? I really am sore. Let's quickly continue. Don't half-do it."

"No ahh. Now I'm the tired one," exhale, rude.

Gala smiled back. "Want me a pinch?"

Yara looked at Gala's face. Her smile was so sweet but it was cheeky for Yara. "No! Thanks thanks!"

"Say you're tired" seduced Gala.

"Ahh, Om, stop. Your expression scares me."

"That's right. Om getting naughty!" the tightness of Yara slightly whining made Gala want to pinch her chewy cheeks.

"Since when I was naughty. I am an authoritative man and have always upheld my dignity as a true man. I wouldn't carelessly touch a woman if she hadn't been bound by a legitimate and intimate relationship with me."

"really? But there's a lot of rumors going around about Om, that Om's always gonna change partners!"

Gala looked at him sharply. "Who said, huh? Who told you that? I'm going to clog his mouth with chili peppers and sue him for spreading hoax news and for defaming me!"

Deg!

Yara. Obviously, the mood immediately turned panicked. He only made up stories and intended to be literate Gala. But that only made him fall into the hole he dug.

"Quick say?!" Gala insist.

Yara shook her head quickly. "Not knowing."

Gala looked at him fixedly. "Don't tell me that you're the one who spread this untrue news?!"

"Ti-no really, Om. Just to Om! I didn't tell anyone! Oath," raised his index and middle fingers.

Gala smiled cunningly. "Oh so right, you made it up?" close face.

Yara is not struggling. He's getting panicked. Aishhh! Why wear all sorts of cool events!

"It's a punishment because you've been prejudiced against me!" pull Yara's nose.

"Ahhhh! Pain, Om! Oh, duhh duhh!"

"Haha!" Gala chuckled again.

Yara's nose looked grumpy. He stroked his nose slowly and whined like a child. Shortly after, something sneaky grabbed his head. "I'll pay it back!" he muttered while staring sinisterly at Gala's face that was being blown away.

Yara stood up from the seat and suddenly grabbed Gala's body. He ruffled Gala's hair and pinched Gala's cheek with all his might.

"Hey, what are you doing! Hey stop!" ketus Gala tries to stop Yara's rampage.

"Huhah! Feel it, Om," ledek the girl.

Unwittingly Yara had her body in the lap of Gala making the man in front of her stunned. The roar of Yara's breath had penetrated the pores of Gala's neck. Gala's heartbeats are ticking more and more. His body temperature is back to heat up.

"That's good, hahah!" look at Yara again.

Gala stopped blocking Yara's hand which was still squeezing her cheek. He focused on looking at Yara's face. The views of the two meet. Yara also took off her pinch. He realized that he had been sitting on Gala's lap with the body position facing each other.

Deg!

What is this feeling?! Inner Yara.

The girl was about to take a swing to stand up, but Gala immediately held her back to stay in Gala's lap.

"Om Gala .. " lirih Yara was surprised not to play.

"Shuaht!" put her index finger on Yara's lips. "Don't call me Om ... "

A heavy and soft voice, as if to hit hard Yara's body so that her body relaxes. He cannot dwell in the slightest. Gala had been buttoned tightly with both of Gala's muscular hands.

The man then touched Yara's smooth cheeks. His hand began to slowly pull Yara's chin so that only a few inches remain the lips of the two will meet. With a reflex, Yara closed her eyes.

"Yara .." lirih Gala.

Pt ...

And finally the thin lips of the two looked at each other. Both heartbeats are pumping faster. Both body temperatures rise so drastically that they feel like exploding. Gala slowly stuck out her tongue, trying to break through inside.

Yara faltered because it was the first time she did lip attractions. Not only Yara, Gala was actually still fumbling. And he seems to have been prepared to take a brutal blow from Yara. But in fact, Yara seemed to enjoy it.

Is this what we call adult kissing? Inner Yara.

This is how it feels to kiss. Also pretty. Inner Gala.

To be continued ...

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