Temptation Sexy Neighbors
Fainted

Fandi is getting less and less Inggit meet. Go home late at night and never eat English food again. The bored UK decides to take a walk on the bike that Fandi left in the car garage to get some fresh air.

Inggit went to the garage and took out Fandi's matic duck motorbike. Inggit will stop by the supermarket ahead to buy fresh fruits and some other necessities.

The motor matic Inggit starter and direct Inggit gas. The afternoon air makes Inggit happy to walk with the matic motorbike. Inggit's hair was smoothed and flew like a model advertising shampoo. It was so beautiful that many pairs of eyes looked at her. In the supermarket Inggit bought fresh fruit and vegetables and some other home necessities and then returned home on his motorbike.

Inggit still enjoying the afternoon but not long ago Inggit entered the complex area, the motorbike he was driving suddenly died. Inggit kept trying to start the engine but the motor was still dead. Inggit checked the gasoline under the motorcycle seat, it was full. The bike broke down, with Inggit forced to push his motorbike to the house. The distance is quite far plus the motor that is driven quite heavy for the tiny body of Inggit makes sweat start pouring on the forehead and clothes Inggit.

Tiiin up!

The sound of the car horn makes a glimmer of hope arise in Inggit. Hopefully someone will help him improve his bike so he can drive again. Inggit turned around and saw Dalvin, the handsome neighbor next door who apparently cloned him. Dalvin got out of his car and walked towards Inggit. His body is tall and sturdy makes Inggit look more cute.

"Strikes?" ask Dalvin.

"No idea, Mom. Suddenly dead when the gasoline is still full," replied Inggit.

"Let's see first." Dalvin checked the motor that Inggit was using. "The service is because the machine is rarely used there is a broken."

"Yeah ... How is it? Around here there's no workshop, Mas?" asked the worried looking Inggit. He was afraid of Fandi for damaging his motorbike.

"Hmm .. no need to go to the workshop. I can take it."

Inggit's eyes sparkled at the offer from Dalvin. "Seriously? Can it really be?" There is hope in me.

Dalvin stood up and smiled intent. "Serious but there are conditions."

"Condition? What condition is that?" ask Inggit. His heart was afraid that the conditions proposed by Dalvin to incriminate him.

"You don't get mad at me again, like yesterday. Yes ... I was wrong to interfere in your personal affairs, but my intentions are good. I just want you to be strong because you want to fight people who hurt you. If you don't fight, who else?"

Inggit saw Dalvin's sincerity. It turns out that the conditions proposed are not heavy. Inggit can still handle it. "Well, I'm not angry with Mas Dalvin anymore" Inggit said.

"Thank God. Uh but there's one more condition."

"What other terms?"

"You gotta buy me something to eat. How about noon tomorrow? Eating chicken pecels at the Bohay Widows' Warung, how about?"

Inggit thought Dalvin was going to apply for a difficult condition, apparently not. "Okay, I agree!"

"Can you bring a car?" ask Dalvin.

"Can."

"good. You just go home and bring my car. Later your bike let me push it home."

"Seriously, Mom? The distance to the house is still far away, later Mas Dalvin tired," said Inggit unwell.

"Okay, I'll get ready. Thank you very much, Mommy." Inggit got into Dalvin's car and drove him home. Inggit immediately parked Dalvin's car in his garage.

After waiting for ten minutes Dalvin finally arrived. Sweat splashed on Dalvin's forehead because of the distance traveled quite far, there are also climbs that must be passed. "Huft .. finally arrived." Dalvin wiped his sweaty forehead.

"Please, Mas, the juice. Sorry to keep bothering Mas Dalvin." Inggit gave Dalvin his homemade juice which he immediately drank half of it because of thirst.

Dalvin also fulfilled his promise to fix the Inggit motorbike. Dalvin who sweats then opens the shirt he was wearing and only wears a t-shirt inside. His stocky body with poking arm muscles made a fresh look of Inggit's eyes. The clever Dalvin can easily fix the bike with his ability.

"Well, Mas Dalvin was great at fixing my bike. Thank you very much, Mas," praised Inggit.

"Ah is ordinary. Don't forget the treat!" Dalvin smiled as he blinked one eye.

"Ready. I treat! Don't forget tomorrow at lunch we eat chicken. Thank you very much, Mas. If there is no Mas, I can be bought because I just used the motorbike I have made it damaged," said Inggit.

"Either. That's what neighbors are for, help each other. I'll wait for the treat tomorrow!"

Inggit regretted having been prejudiced against Dalvin. His new neighbors are good. If there's no Dalvin, who will help Inggit? For that the next day Inggit fulfilled his promise to treat Dalvin. They eat while chatting like people who have known for a long time. Dalvin's friendly personality makes Inggit find a new friend who is fun to chat with.

"Don't forget my message, you must dare to fight if anyone hurts you! Go, Inggit!" dalvin said encouragingly.

Inggit fell silent, before long a flash of memory appeared in Inggit's mind.

"Gel, you can do it! Passion, Gel!" The boy's voice sounded so loud and as if it were repeating itself in Inggit's ears.

He covered his ears with both hands. Inggit's eyes were closed and shortly Inggit fell unconscious.

The inggit only woke up an hour later. He is now in a strange room. Inggit woke up quickly and felt his head throbbing again.

"Hey, slow down, don't stand up!" Dalvin holds Inggit's body to keep it from falling.

"Where am I, Mas?" I sit back on the edge of the bed.

"In my house. You suddenly fainted when we finished eating. I called the doctor, he said you were under pressure. Any more problems with your husband's family or maybe with your husband?" dalvin asked attentively.

"I'm fine, Mom. Can I go home?" Inggit chose silence.

"May, of course. Come on, let me take you." Dalvin leads Inggit to his doorstep.

"Thank you, Mom, for your help."

"Either. Call me if you need help."

Inggit went into the house and laid his body on the bed. "Who is that boy? What does this have to do with me?"

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