The Heart of Old Menjakaka
178. Married to Kevin
A few minutes later, the bathroom door was opened. The image has finished bathing by wearing a towel coil on the chest.
Her eyes were rounded with steps that immediately stopped when she saw her naked husband. Steven was smiling sweetly as he stroked the upright Eagle standing in his grasp.
"Ride up, Cit! We're making love," he asked.
The face of the image instantly blushed. But soon he turned his face away, then stepped into the closet and opened it.
Seeing the indifferent attitude of Citra, Steven immediately got out of bed and approached her, he was in a hurry to hold her from behind while kissing Citra's hair that was wet with shampoo.
"Don't make mulu dong. I'm sorry, Cit, "please ask Steven.
"I apologize if you repeat it," Citra said as she released Steven's arm around her stomach, she took a red short-sleeved nightgown. Same with his dallaman.
"I won't repeat it if Gugun doesn't approach you. You know for yourself I don't like the men you're close to, whoever they are" Steven explained. Back he clasped Citra and stopped the girl's activities. "You're the same, right? Don't like it when I'm close to other women?"
"Yes, but don't play your hand either, Om. What else until a fight. Can be discussed well first."
"My emotions sometimes don't go to the controls and reflexes of wanting non-jok, Cit. I was born, probably descended from Papa. But ...." Steven was silent for a while, looking for an idea he would say to melt the heart of Citra. "For your sake I will try to change, will control my emotions so as not to flirt."
"Papa's feelings aren't like that, Om. No emotions," Citra said in disbelief.
"Who said? Papa is also emotionally know, especially if it is already burning .. surely he is also non-jok. I've only been stabbed because I hurt you." Not only that time, but Steven was also asked if he was wrong and Angga was already too upset.
Angga is indeed a father who is so humorous, but to guide his son he is always firm and does not hesitate to play hands. But that goes for boys, not with girls.
Because according to Angga—, a man will look dishonorable if he plays hands with women.
"Masa, anyway? Doesn't it keep hurting?"
"Hurt, people use Dalem power."
"If it's a girl, then is it Papa?"
"To my knowledge, no. Papa mah is weakest with women, especially with Mama. I guess I'm gini, weak when near you. The inn wants to shake mulu," he said while rummaging.
"Om pervert, say mulu's rocking." The image moved her body, trying to stop her husband's actions.
However, the remmasan Steven did even more until the white towel was released and fell.
Seeing that there was no longer a barrier in the body of Citra, he immediately held it and brought it to the mattress.
"Don't fuck now, Om, it's still late. Shame on Mom and Dad."
Slowly Steven laid down the body of Citra, his hands again brushed chest and twisted the peak.
"Most often why? We fuck in the room, not in front of them." Steven climbed on top of Citra's body, then bowed and sipped one of her gelatin. They suck like a thirsty baby.
While delicately devouring, there was the sound of knocking on the door. The image that has brushed the liter then turned to the source of the sound.
"Stevens! There's someone outside looking for you!" his screeches. His voice belonged to Sindi.
The image pushed onto Steven, until the man's activity came to a halt, seeing the handsome face so red. His spirit peaked inside the chest.
"Om, it's someone nyari Om said Mama," Citra said. Steven was afraid not to hear because he was asleep.
Steven took off the image hand on his cheek, then climbed up again onto the girl's body with the knee propping up. Then resume the activity.
If it's both and in a favourable position, Steven does not want to end it before it is complete. It's enough he put off yesterday because Citra is sick, now is the time. Therefore he ignored Sindi's beat until finally his mother chose to end.
After being satisfied enough, finally the process of uniting with the new style that Steven was looking for was practiced.
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Next day.
Rain flushed the capital of Jakarta, two people who had fought with sweat all night were now in a blanket on a mattress. Hugging each other and falling asleep from sleep.
However, suddenly there was the sound of someone from the bedroom window that disturbed the sleeping image.
"I'm cold! Please open the window!" it's exciting from there.
The image opened his eyes. The voice sounded strange in the ear and before long the window panes. Like someone knocked it.
The image lifted his body up to sit, then dropped his feet on the floor and put on his nightstand. His feet stepped towards the window, then opened it.
Suddenly a parrot flew in, then stood on the sofa.
"Cold!" said the bird with a trembling voice. Her fur looked soaked and it seemed like she was indeed cold.
The window was closed again, then took a towel on the floor of the former Citra shower this afternoon. Soon he approached the bird he believed to be Kevin, then covered his body.
"Why are you raining Kevin? What kind of wind will it take? Can not be scratched," Citra said and then rubbed his crest.
"I'm not Kevin!" the bird replied while shaking.
Citra's forehead flinched. Indeed, from his voice does not belong to Kevin, but who else if not Kevin, the Cockatoo bird in the house of Angga? That's what's going on in the image brain right now.
"Not Kevin? Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Janet!"
"Janet?" The image fell silent for a moment while staring at the bird closer. "Oh, is it possible that you are lost? Where is your house? Later when it's raining down I'll take you home."
"I want to stay here!"
"Why? But it's the one you've got."
"I want Papa to buy me, I want to marry Kevin."
The image rounded his eyes, yet he was confused by the intent the bird had said. First said Papa, then married and then Kevin.
"You know Kevin? Oh, do you want to meet him?"
Janet nodded quickly. Then Citra rubbed his fur with a towel, helping him to dry quickly. After that, he took her out of the room. Janet immediately stood on the left shoulder of Citra.
Ceklek~
Citra's exit from the room coincided with Sindi's exit from her own room. But the woman looked beautiful and fragrant, like a shower.
"Cit, Lho. How can Kevin be like you? Didn't she just go with Papa, did she?" tanya Sindi was confused.
"He's not Kevin, but his name is Janet, Ma" Citra said, which made Sindi's forehead flinch. "She was at the window and asked for help, but after I helped .. she said she wanted to marry Kevin."
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