The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Clunky

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Inside the room appeared two humans with minds of each. The shame that still lingered on Nayla's face. Forcing him to smile clumsily.

While the handsome man did not take his eyes off the slightest bit from the beautiful girl who slowly woke up from the floor in such a relaxed motion and hid her embarrassment, she said, go up to the king size bed in front of him.

Mahen was getting closer to Nayla. "It's still less spacious, the king-size bed? Until you can fall to the floor?" the look in Mahen's eyes dominated towards the awkward looking Nayla.

Nayla shook her head. 'God! Why does Om Galak have to come at the wrong time anyway? What other drama is this?' inner Nayla.

"Why silence?"

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped right in front of the bed. Nayla sits on the edge of the bed. There's no distance left. It's like being stuck in a tree.

Nayla narrowed her eyes towards the man she had been waiting for the presence since earlier.

"Wide! The stadium of Bung Tomo!" nayla finally voiced her frustration.

Nayla stood up to push Mahen's body that imprisoned her body. However, due to his hasty and anxious steps on Mahen, he paid no attention to his path.

Brugggh

Nayla tripped over Mahen's leg which stood slightly widened in position. An event that Nayla does not want, but is beneficial to Mahen. Bak getting durian collapsed. Netra Mahen widened perfectly, followed by Nayla's eyeballs which immediately glared towards Mahen. Both are compact.

Surprised!

Mahen suddenly clumsy, looking at that densely packed slender body. Falling on top of his athletic body. Not much different than Nayla. Now his face is red like a boiled crab with oyster sauce, I don't know? Because what? Only the two human children knew the answer.

At a time like this, like a simalakama fruit for Mahen. Raise the body of the young girl immediately? Or just leave it, the position it is today? Mahen felt a chewy object that fit grasped, now leaning on the chest of his field. Comfortable! That's the right word for both.

'God! I should how? Please, Jalu! Don't be so tight tonight! Do not show your desire to peg it immediately! Take care of your pride! Don't look at that shit! How humiliating! So-so embarrassing!' pekik Mahen in the heart, preventing the Jalu from gas poll brake blong.

'Oh my God! Why is it like this? The concept is not so! Kok isook! Just look at the eyes! So nyungsep! Nae kudu piye, jal (Nae should how, try)?' nayla's screams were held in the heart.

Panic? No?

Nayla immediately woke up from a position that made her go red. So did Mahen, he also wanted to immediately move from his position. But, a coincidence or favorable to both.

When they stood at the same time, there was a great impact that made them fall back. With the position of Mahen's hands hugged the body tightly until Nayla. While Nayla, wrapped her hands around the sturdy neck of Mahen's.

'Aaahhh.. Is this what stuck in the middle? Mustache lele? Or a slippery eel?' nayla's brain began to shift. He's aiming in horror.

Mahen held back his laughter looking at the expression on the girl's face that had hit his body. Not scared? Embarrassed? Even curious about something down there.

"Basic about perverts!" Nayla hits Mahen's field chest.

Hearing such a call that Nayla uttered. Mahen immediately pranked his little wife.

"One more time you call me om! I'm eating you right now!" mahen said with a smile that was hard to decipher.

"It's not that easy, Furgoso! Not so concept!" exciting Nayla. "It's so annoying!"

'Oh my God! Why is my heart rumbling so hard, you know? I'm so ashamed! Oh my God, help me. I hope he doesn't notice my heartbeat! Oh, no. Wait, it's not written in the agreement. Can't fall in love? But what if he realizes how I feel? Still not possible. He's a creature made of ice block sculptures! So there's no way I'll get a seat in his heart! His wife is beautiful! Famous artist, surely the safe is overflowing! And I what? Beautiful isn't? Rich, moreover! Everything minus! I need to be self-conscious! Conscious position! Definitely lose! Lose the rupo lan bondo (lost form and capital money)! But my prayer, cake. Good Lord! Lakon won the keri. No dead karo author somplak!' Nayla encourages herself.