The Guard
(TG2) Misunderstand it

After straightening out the final matter no longer want Syaqila to play covertly, he could not if not recognized Gresta as his lover, what else in front of other girls, he could not be, it was just as her self opening a vacancy for the other girls to queue up to get a little attention from her Gresta.

Now the two are sitting on the balcony with Syaqila position on the lap of Gresta, the beautiful girl leaning on the cleavage of Gresta.

"Yes?", Call Gresta with a bow, while Syaqila looked up to respond to Gresta's call.

Gresta further lowered his face and put his second lip together, Syaqila who enjoyed it was immediately draped his arm around Gresta's burly neck.

Slowly without removing the link, Syaqila changed her sitting position to face Gresta.

Squeezing Gresta's hair a little, Syaqila twisted her second sense of taste.

As if increasingly aroused Gresta's hand on Syaqila's back began to creep in search of his favorite chewy object.

Gresta's kisses release, with the handsome man's twin mound slightly biting his lower lip indicating that he was enjoying the chewy thing very much.

Gresta turns on Syaqila's ear he whispers the word love there, "I Love You" Whisper.

"I Love You too" Sahut Syaqila in a breathless voice, Gresta continued his action, he kissed, even played his sense of taste in Syaqila's ears.

The longer the kiss and dance sense of taste Gresta lengthen every inch of the skin of the neck Syaqila.

"Ohhhh... " Lower sigh it came out just like that when Gresta gave a red mark behind the ear.

The hotter Syaqila felt something was propping up under her butt, purposely teasing, the girl was wagging her hips.

"Ough... " Gresta looked up to feel an incredible sensation, really at this time his self wanted more than that, but again he remembered, it would be very dangerous to concede.

In the midst of that heated heat suddenly...

"Ekhem!"

Still did not hear the two teenagers were still cool with the struggle of his lips.

"Shaqila Aldina!" The sound made both of them stop and let go of his pagutan.

"Body?" Shaqila straight down from Gresta's lap.

"What are you guys doing? You are young! Not married! It's not worth doing something like that!" The long-long lecture rant was now heard in the ears of the naughty teenager.

"Well, marry us!" Syaqila.

"Yes?" Gresta was stunned to hear the reckless words of his lover.

"Son Gresta, however the daughter om this one-on-one his family om successor, so please, without prejudice to respect, om ask, om ask, give clarity about your relationship if you need to come with your parents" Strictly, and emotionally restrained, but with polite language Aldy papi from Gresta's lover said.

"Yes, sorry, Gresta said goodbye first, Shaqila was not to be upset" Gresta said with a head down, after getting a nod from Aldy, Gresta immediately jumped through the trunk of the tree, remembering himself had come along with a taxi that was on board Syaqila, so Gresta was forced to go home by air.

Syaqila was still staring at the shadow of Gresta that began to disappear in the darkness of the night, "Come in!"

Syaqila looked at Aldy with a protesting gaze, "What? Want to get angry with papi?", Folding both of his arms in front of Aldy's chest asked.

Only an annoyed sigh was shown by Syaqila before the girl finally entered the room with a stomp of her feet.

Without saying good night, Syaqila directly climbed onto the bed and covered her body with her thick blanket.

Aldy tried to be patient facing the teenager who was still unstable, he just smiled thinly by shaking his head.

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Gresta arrived at his residence, unwilling to pass through the main door, the handsome prince immediately alighted at the window like an old parrot.

Oops!! Sorry to go back to the story.

Gresta immediately entered his room through the window, maybe he did not want to land in front of the house in order to avoid his Daddy's nagging which is often reminded not to indulge his strength.

However unlucky when he had just closed his bedroom window in front of his bedroom door stood his beloved Mommy by folding both her hands in front of her chest.

"Where have you been?" The sharp gaze of Grace lay until it made Gresta excited.

"Eeee. that's Mom, emmm... "

"Stop looking for excuses! Mommy doesn't want to have a son of a liar!" Full emphasis on the tone used Grace.

"Celo says, you go with girls at break time, right?" The interrogation began.

"Oooo Momy's son wants to be a CEO who likes to play with women, right? Who has a stash here? Hem's? Right bagu?!" Serge Grace with her accusations.

"No Mom, no, there was a bit of misunderstanding between Gresta and Syaqila" Gresta tried to explain.

"Shaqila?" Grace asked with her brows furrowing.

"Yes Mom, just now Aldy telfon said he almost wanted Syaqila in the same preteen as our son" Arthur who was suddenly there beside Grace brought new news.

"WHAT?!", It felt like his knees lost the bone strength of the mother of two children staggered and almost fell to the floor, but deftly Arthur immediately supported Grace's body.

" You're too tired today baby, I'll take you to my room!" Said Arthur who immediately carried Grace and brought his beloved wife to the room.

Gresta is actually worried about Momy's condition, but he still doesn't have the guts to meet her, Momy, the intention of the heart wants to heal but if later even make Momy increasingly drop with news that is not true how?

The handsome prince's dilemma, now prefers to rest his brain for a moment, and excursion to dreamland for a moment.

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TONG TING!

TONG TING!

"BENCHRIST!!"

There was a packageman shouting in front of the palace dwelling.

It looks like ART so-genesis or Srikantil is running from the kitchen to the main door.

"Who is Sri?", asked Grace who was descending the stairs with Bella.

"The non-word package" said Srikantil who stopped for a moment and continued his steps.

"Package? early in the morning like this?" Furrowing her brows Grace followed her free ART footsteps.

After receiving the delivery of the courier immediately left without asking for payment.

"Have you paid Sri?" Ask Grace.

"The word is already non", Sahut Srikantil.

"Now, what's the word?" Grace asked increasingly suspiciously.

"Yes the messenger mas-mas is so non" said Srikantil giving the small package box to Grace.

Because haunted by curiosity, Grace immediately opened the package and took out the contents inside her.

"What's this?" Grace carries a flat object, long with a meruh line of two.

Before long he noticed the pregnancy test, he heard Arthur's voice talking to someone on the phone.

"Hows it? Is it still nausea?"

"What's? Morning sickness? pregnant young, you said almost?"

"Oh, yeah" too"

"Yes, let me go to your house with Jerik"

"Ok ready"

That's how a conversation that is quite attention-stealing also burns curiosity, Grace walked up to Arthur.

"Who's Dad on the phone?" Grace asked with a hunting breath.

"Aldy, she said Kila's daughter was puking this morning, she's suspicious that it's morning sickness, you used to be that's Mom too?" Still with his casual look Arthur told the news.

"What?! Don't these belong to Syaqila?" Grace showed her a pregnancy test kit with two red lines.

"Huh? Where'd you get that from?" Ask Arthur can't believe his wife's holding the device.

"From the Courier, just now" Grace explained, without a second thought Arthur immediately called his eldest son with his thunderous voice.

"GRESTA RAJENDRA!!!...