The Married With Teacher
Enchanted

“This is the cook Ghea loh, Pa.” With great enthusiasm Mama Dian told Papa Dika. Praise Ghea, if the one who cooks chili and fries his chicken thighs is the son-in-law. Papa Dika asked who made the sauce.

“Enak really this sambala loh, Ghe,” praise Papa Dika. He put rice in his mouth. “Gini nih, Ma, if you make sambal, the spiciness is not too much. There's still that sweet taste. Papa likes.”

“Yes Papa, if not spicy it is not his name. But sweets.” It was Mama Dian who replied. Then chuckle softly.

“The patch is sweet, yes, Pa? That was Ghea mostly guangin sugar. Sorry, yes,” said Ghea because she was embarrassed because Papa Dika and Mama Dian discussed sambal and sweets.

“Cockwise, Ghe. It's Papa likes. Really deh. Seriously,” praise Papa Dika while chewing rice in his mouth.

While Mr. Gery is just silent while enjoying the results of Ghea cuisine which is still fairly amateurish.

After dinner, Ghea cleaned up the dirty dishes and took them to the kitchen. Although still very amateurish, but Ghea was happy because little by little know how to cook. After this Ghea intends to try it yourself later at home without the help of Mama Dian.

Turning on the tap water in the sink, Ghea poured green coir into the container before Ghea washed the dirty dishes. But not yet finished, Ghea's hand that was still foaming soap was already drawn by someone's burly hand. Makes Ghea jerk. Bummer. “Eh, Where are you taking me? It's my hands still a lot of soap foam.”

Mr. Gery is not paying attention. And instead more and more pulled Ghea's hand, leading her to a house paper. Then wash Ghea's hands in the extraordinary tap water used by the garden kang to water the plants.

“Mas Gery what the hell? Why --”

“Sstt ..” While washing Ghea's hands, Mr. Gery delicates his eyes on her, making Ghea's mouth instantly pop.

“Where are we going?” ghea asked after the guy finished washing his hands. And walk towards the motorbike parked in the carport of Papa Dika's house.

“Cute aja!” he said, turning on the two wheels. “Come!” bring later.

“Whwhere to go first? Wanna gohome? We haven't said goodbye to Mama, Papa. Later come on, Mas.”

“Mama and Papa already know. I was already saying goodbye. Come on up!” Moving his head as a body gesture for him to ride with both hands on the handlebar of the motor. Ready to drive the two wheels in green.

“But I'm the one who hasn't announced. They'll think I'm not polite anymore, Mas.” Ghea kekeh. The girl is still defending both legs, standing next to Mr. Gery's bike.

There was a sound coming out of Mr. Gery's mouth before the guy got off the bike again. “You ride alone or I have your seat on the bike? Hem?”

**

On the other side.

Ilham continued to chase the car Chacha was driving. There was no stopping the guy chasing him to convince the bodyguard if Ilham really meant it to him.

Ever since Adi told him that Chacha was indeed focusing on the job that Pak Gery had given him, Ilham was desperate to find Chacha to the place that Adi had told him about. Wanna see him. Talk about her heart again. After meeting her, Chacha avoids her. Go with another sedan car that was given by Mr. Gery specifically for him to work.

“Jeez, that guy's a stubborn vow.” Chacha's eyes glanced from his central rear-view mirror, which Ilham still followed from behind.

Outraged, Chacha pulled over the car he was driving. Then Chacha got down from the inside and after closing the car door with a loud bang, Chacha walked towards Ilham's car which was also pulled over and stopped right behind Chacha's car.

Chacha obviously frowned. thought this Chacha guy had shameless veins or not, anyway?

“Woy, honestly why, anyway, Cha?” I swear by whatever it is in this world, it feels like Chacha would love to give a fist to the mouth of the guy in front of him.

By the way, there are indeed people who say they like to call the girl they like by the name ‘woy?’ Maybe it was just the strange guy.

Then Chacha chuckled blankly. “I like you?” chacha said in his formal language style. “Ngak!” the pressure then turned around, about to re-enter his car. Chacha wants to get out of the face of the guy he thinks isn't important. But who knows in Chacha's heart? Nothing, is it? Besides himself and God.

But before Chacha's foot stepped, Ilham held his hand. A hand wrapped in a black leather jacket was drawn before Ilham cornered Chacha's body to the car door. Until the cheek of the girl is attached to the window glass of the car.

“You anything, anyway?” Chacha. Moving shoulders. But unfortunately both hands Chaca was bent backwards by Inspiration strongly. So Chacha can't do anything. Or maybe the girl is resigned?

Inspiration brought her lips closer to Chacha's ears. “Can't ..., don't have to be formal very talk?” the word Inspiration is a little sensual. Made Chacha feel the movement of those lips on her earlobes. Then the nape and around the back of his ears were made goosebumps instantly by the movement of the lips of Inspiration.

Damnit.

Chacha likes it. Especially when both his hands were released then Ilham turned them over Chacha's stomach. Until the position of Ilham is currently hugging Chacha's waist. Chacha's position has not changed. His cheeks are now even more strongly emphasized by the cheeks of Inspiration.

“If you don't like why stay still when my position is spitting elo rich gini?” inspiration tightened the circle of his two hands. Also now can feel the beating heart of Chacha who is pounding crazily. “Why should you be held back, anyway, if you also have the same feeling to me, Cha?” Then the lips crawled over Chacha's nape. It's getting freer because Chacha's got her hair shaved.

For some reason, Chacha was very comfortable being in a position like this. Enjoying the touch of the lips of Ilham on the nape of his neck and then feel the tight embrace of both hands Ilham. For a moment Chacha closed his eyes with a shrunken forehead. Her swollen chest felt her heart growling. Like just getting out of there.

“Say me, Cha, if you like me too!” Now Ilham's lips are just above Chacha's shoulders covered in his leather jacket of course. “Say, Cha, if you also like me from the first time we met!” Inspiration's embrace further made Chacha breathless.

“Say, Cha! Say it! Why are you silent? Can't you answer?” Then Ilham's hand flipped over Chacha's body making Chacha open his eyes quickly then blinked stiffly as his gaze met Ilham's. Chacha's fascinated. “Because you can't answer no, right, Cha?” Chacha just blinked his eyes stiff. While his mouth was silent. His heart? Don't ask again. It seems to have gone down to the bottom of his stomach.

Inspiration closed his eyes as one hand of Chacha moved. Touching eyes. Her lick and thick eyelashes. Then his index finger rose up to touch his thick eyebrows. Then follow his sturdy jaw line. Not much different from the firm Mr. Gery. Chacha's index finger followed the jaw line until it stopped just above Ilham's thin lips. At the same time, the two eyes of Inspiration opened and the movements of his fingers stopped from rubbing.

It was not because of the eyes of Ilham who wanted to see what Chacha's facial expression was like now. Chacha's finger stopped wanting to be kissed. But both hearing both heard the voice of someone screaming for help.

...TBC...

Sorry just updated again. Those who follow IG I know why. Don't forget to take care of your health!

This is sorry this part Ghea same Mr. Gerynya little. heheee sorry also if less ngefeel and a lot of typo. I updated it immediately. No edit yet, for fear of waiting. Later if there is a wrong comment, I will revise. But do not comment nackal yes. hihii

do not dismiss the comment yes, because that is also what sometimes makes me not the spirit of typing. wkwk

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