The Owner of the Heart
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A few days later..

Chantika has been allowed to return home, her health has recovered.

Chantika woke up and blinked her eyes open. He felt like he was in a room that moved softly and comfortably. A car?.

However, the next minute Chantika felt that someone was staring at her in silence and intense.

Chantika closed her eyes again, the effect of excessive nervousness.

"God, why is my heart beating so fast. Every time I get close to him, my heart sounds like I'm in the middle of an ongoing horse race. Plus the roar of breath that deflates like a balloonist pumping to fill the air in a balloon, to swell" the inner Chantika while squeezing her own hands.

The man observed the woman who was kamit in her mind with a devil smile. Rendy approaches Chantika's body leaning against the car seat.

"Don't pretend to sleep again! I know you just want to get away from me!"

Chantika was confused as to how to answer it. "Jeez, Panjul knows. If I just pretend to be asleep again"

Rendy deftly approached him then..

Clik.

The sound of a seat belt mounted in a circular body Chantika is heard clearly.

The woman opened her eyes quickly.

"Manjul, what?" Chantika surprised.

As quick as lightning too, Rendy makes sense to not be caught off guard like a mango thief by the owner. He averted his eyes by grabbing the seat belt that had not been perfectly attached by Chantika on his body.

"Like a paud child just can not install the seat belt perfectly! If anything happens to you, how?" cetus Rendy casually installs the seat belt to protect the safety of the Goddess Chantiknya.

"Where! Hows it? What's?" reply Chantika nervous.

"Don't think anything! I will not be sorry to anyone who is affected by amnesia" Rendy switched the conversation, so as not to be seen by his wife if she would like to****4* sexy lips belong to chandunya.

All that exists in Dewi Chantiknya has become a flesh-bloody chandu for a Rendy Suryodinata. It always requires a multifaceted extra topping to describe it, like arithmetic that makes his mind woozy.

So sometimes Rendy was confused to express the sweetness contained in the content of Chandu Asmara which was slightly carried away by the erosion of flash floods, and he had to swallow his own saliva.

A Chantika is like a crossword puzzle. Which always requires a definite answer and the answer is not only one that is addressed, but many guesses such as a merry-go-round on the night market.

It was beautifully sparkling from afar with the radiance of illuminating lights. Pleased anyone who looked at him. However, it is different if we are climbing and sitting on a chair that is in the comedy swivel. Then we will feel different sensations. Nano-nano is there, not relaxa.

"Where could the Panjul kiss me?" Chantika is embarrassed and shy. She had no thoughts on the handsome man who had become her husband.

But who can read the hearts of men? Don't say, only God and you know! Because with clearly visible movements. Will be read also with a reliable and great psychology like Poppy Amalya. Roy Suryo is an l

Actually a few seconds ago, Rendy was almost solemn when she saw the sexy lips of Chantika who had become a chandu. Especially when his wife closed her eyes. A chance at that pleasure instantly appeared within his brain, like a shining incandescent lamp. When his gaze was initially fixed on the seat belt that had not been installed perfectly. Suddenly changed direction and turned to sexy lips nan ranum belonging to Dewi Chantiknya.

Fortunately, it was on Rendy's side. His common sense is still willing to remind and rebuke so as not to continue his error. The fear is fatal in the disease of amnesia suffered by his beloved wife. It was according to Rendy who did not know that Chantika was only pretending amnesia.

"You want to sleep again? Or..?" ask the unfinished Rendy. But directly struck by Chantika.

"No! I was full of sleep" said Chantika, timid. "Where are we going, sir?" ask Chantika again, to shift the subject.

"Wait a minute! You'll know for yourself, where we are!" rendy replied as she wrapped the seat belt to herself.

Chantika immediately chose to enjoy the scenery outside her car, to divert the scenery from her husband who could read her heart, at this time.

Before refocusing with its circular steering wheel that leads them to one goal. Rendy glanced at the beautiful face of the owner of her heart. And a second later he had focused on the pace of his vehicle that split the streets of the capital.

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After the trip, almost 45 minutes. However, they have not yet reached their intended place.

"Is it far away? This feeling of***4* is already hot and tired of sitting constantly in the car seat!" chantika asked, looking further, at the driver who was driving the round steering wheel.

"Just be patient! You are not going to be on a semester! Sit quietly while enjoying the view of the road we just go through! I won't be tired!" rendy replied, focusing on the street before him, without looking at Chantika.

"Start then! What does patience have to do with a semester break? I'm not in class and facing a fierce lecturer!" reply Chantika with her stupidity.

"You're the advocate!" ask Rendy back while chuckling and glancing at the beautiful woman who was beside her.

"Actually not curious! Something has to be connected. So very forced and wear it. I need to know where we're going? Because I was afraid of being kidnapped by the Panjul whose brain thoughts were just perverted!" chantika answered truthfully.

"Wait..! Kidnapped! Kidnap! Who would kidnap you. The woman who forgot her own husband! Wear it again!" answer the sewot plus silly Rendy.

Chantika could only shake her head, hearing her husband's talk. By holding back his laughter that wanted to escape from his ripe lips.

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