Tough Servant Taste Wife.
132: PTRI: River
"Hey, fire again!" His order. And according to the message he heard, he fired his gun at Alves' car.
And Orson, knowing the missile was flying towards him, immediately raised the speed of his car.
"You guys get ready." Orson's Perspiration.
Elly and Alves closed their eyes and tried to hold on to the doorknob to get ready to get out of the car after the car they were riding immediately plunged freely into the river.
BYURR...
Not long after, an explosion occurred.
DHHUARS...
As a result, the missile exploded in the water and made an explosion that resulted in a fairly large water explosion.
And the two people who were still not satisfied to witness the deaths of the three of them, fired back the missile right where the car from the target had entered. And not long after, a huge explosion again occurred, causing a lot of chaos big enough to make a scene for many people.
"Hows it? Do I still want to shoot him?"
"Better so. Don't waste bullets to make a hail of bullets into the river. So, even if you go into the river, then there's a chance the three of them survived, then now maybe they'll survive if you keep raining bullets on them. Make him have no choice but to die in the river."
"Ok, than the bullet is idle." In response, he changed his weapon to fire at the river brutally, until the stock of bullets in his magazine ran out.
And a barrage of gunshots also occurred on the edge of the city. An abandoned factory bears silent witness to the incident.
After it ran out, the two of them finally left from there.
"Gibran, are you sure you can catch fish here?"
"So, this is our picnic spot anyway. So whether there is a fish or not, let fate choose us. And we both had time to enjoy together." With a big smile, Gibran immediately ran and threw his body on the body of his wife, Asena.
"Ah, G-gibran, what if someone else sees us?" Asena asked, she felt reluctant to make out at the riverbank.
As the end of their time before they both returned to work, Gibran and Asena went on a picnic together on a riverbank.
Unlike wild rivers in nature, the river they occupy is a river that is made for tourist attractions, so it seems neat, clean, and clean, and display the beauty of that little big river.
Of course, because the two of them spent time together when many people worked, so the place was deserted.
"That means we're showing off the intimacy of dong. They must be jealous of us, so it won't be a problem." Gibran said as he looked at the beautiful face of the Wife who had met red, because their bodies were both really close.
"Gibrans." Call Asena in a word. He who was increasingly washed away by the atmosphere that was being made by Gibran to him, making Asena slowly find a face that he was very much looking forward to he raup get his benefit. And one of the parts of the face that he wanted to make as his advantage was that lip.
"Hmm? Do you want to make a kid here?" Tempting Gibran while smiling knots, making Asena's face successfully blush red.
"You are, I might do it here. Embarrassment." Answer Asena.
"Yes, maybe by the side of the house, it'll be good."
"The place is a little romantic, why? Time at home?" Asena Protest.
To the point where, when the jokes of the two of them ended up looking at each other, the two lips fused together, giving up the feeling they had in tenderness as well as warmth.