That boy is my wife!
Special Chapter (Gisel Looking for a Mate)
With a hasty step, a mad woman was seen dragging a slightly brownish gray suitcase into a fairly full elevator.
Make him jostle with some people who are now looking at him with various kinds of thoughts. Some scoffed because his clothes were too tight, there was also a basket-eyed man who looked at his body hungry.
To be honest, for Gisel. He's used to getting this. Although he felt very uncomfortable, but because it was too often and became commonplace. Gisel did not bother to take it seriously. Unless, if one of them started to brashly and dare to touch the back of his body.
Like now. Gisel did not expect, a tall man standing right behind his body would do such an embarrassing thing. Looking for an opportunity, only to touch the outer surface of her skirt which is currently so tight.
Gisel could even feel a light squeeze over the surface of his skin which made him want to immediately cuss and slap the bespectacled man in black. If only, the elevator would be quiet.
Ah, or maybe he can do this later. Namely, just as the new elevator opened and the people inside this elevator started walking out.
Gisel would hold the person in front of the door, then slap her cheek like the scene of Mother Jiya slapping her face Pak Ferdi like that time.
Well, right thinking. Who told the man in black glasses to touch his body at will. Although Gisel knows if the makeup and clothes he wears sometimes invite the lust of men. However, Gisel himself opened a lazy girl.
Trings.
The elevator was open, it seemed that some people were also starting to come out one by one from inside there. Except for Gisel and the foreign man who was still squeezing her skirt shamelessly. Until because he could not stand it anymore, Gisel then turned his body to face the man. Then shouted loudly in front of his face.
"You're a real pervert! How can you,************* the back of my skirt when in a public place like this? Do not wait because the elevator is crowded, you can do anything at will, well!" gisel shouted fieryly with his index finger pointing directly in front of the black-eyed man's face.
Who was still silent in his place and just looked at the change in Gisel's face from behind his sunglasses.
"Excuse me?" chirped someone suddenly, which made Gisel immediately turn his head towards a woman quite old with a small child who could be estimated to be only 2-3 years old in his carrier..
"Yes?"
"Eum, I was sorry earlier. Actually the one who touched your skirt was my son. She really likes************* people skirts these days. I also often get that treatment at home. And to the man next to me. I think you should thank him. Because from now on, it was the youth who protected you from the eyes of the striped men and also helped stop my son's actions." The old woman explained to Gisel at length.
But instead of apologizing, Gisel just left the two who still saw his departure with a question mark.
"Bas on a strange woman" said the man in black glasses half-whispering.
On the other hand, Gisel who has been overwhelmed with responsibility and shame. Choose to immediately go to the hotel room that has been prepared for him.
Come to think of it, Gisel was really very embarrassed. Unfortunately, he himself did not dare to see the face of the man in black glasses, who was just silent. When Gisel was angry in front of his mothers and children just now.
"Haish! How could I be this stupid, anyway? That's when I immediately pointed at his face and shouted that he was a perverted man. Huwa, I'm really embarrassed. I hope we never see each other again!" gisel's monologue after arriving in his hotel room.
It is seen that he put his suitcase near the bed, before choosing to go straight to the bathroom and soak for a few hours in there.
Because accidentally fell asleep while soaking. Gisel gets out of the bathroom when the day starts to darken.
With a body that only wears a bathrobe. The sexy woman slowly sits herself on the bed and intends to pack her things.
It's just that, when Gisel's hand found one of the black objects that he then lifted up high to make sure. His face immediately turned shocked.
"Boxer?!" he screeched violently while throwing the object towards the corner of his hotel room.
Gisel's eyes turned horror and panic instead of playing. He also directly rubbed the surface of his own hands on the surface of the bed sheet which now turned tangled.
"Crazy! Crazy one! Since when do I have a boxer? Obviously yesterday I bought a complete lingerie set with a well-known brand that is very limited in number. But why in just a matter of a few hours has turned into a male boxer who ... Aghhh! I can go crazy! Let's focus! Focus dong Gisel. Singles are single, but don't be tempted just because of the damn thing," shouted Gisel while poking indistinctly in his room.
In a hurry, she picks up a device to call Maya, one of her friends in the office, a widow with two children. Gisel wants to calm his heart and mind after seeing the male boxer in his suitcase.
What's more, yesterday that helped her pack up was Maya. So, Gisel wants to know, is this Maya who deliberately gave him a prank or something else?
Long enough, he waited expectantly for anxiety while biting his own fingernails. Hoping if the phone connection he connected to Maya's phone, she quickly picked up.
To this day, there is no answer at all. Which makes Gisel even more careless.
"Did I check the suitcase again, Dad? Who knows Maya is a prank." Monologue Gisel hesitated a little.
But he did, to make sure. In that instant, Gisel put his phone back on the bed. Then dragged her suitcase closer towards him before he opened it as wide as possible to check.
And how shocked Gisel was, when he found out the contents of the slightly brownish gray suitcase that almost all contained men's clothing. Gisel could only grimace on the spot and gape at the sight of one box of objects that Gisel most often saw if he went to the supermarket. Because it's usually lined up close to no gum.
"Don't this be a contraceptive?!" he shouted in surprise, with a reddened face instead of playing.