Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 120 - Fucking Dick
"His son, the taste of the fruit is also fresh," cried Sifa.
"Didn't you? Next time we come here," Abash said.
"Eh, no. No need, sir," refused Sifa.
"Why?"
"I'm not feeling well. No pantes just so come here the same Father," refused Sifa.
"Oh that! Hmm, yeah that's it."
Mood Abash was back bad, the man leaned his body on the back of the chair and looked at Sifa in annoyance.
"Thankfully cute, so I'm not really upset," Abash's mind looked at Sifa's face, which was enjoying the ice cream in her hand.
After Sifa finished eating, Abash invited Sifa to come home.
"Eh, that's the salad you didn't eat?" sifa asked as she pointed towards her salad that Abash had exchanged.
"I'm full to see you eat" said Abash Cuek.
"Duh, what a pity," said Sifa as she licked her lips.
The girl remembered the price to pay for their food. However, if the food is thrown away, it feels very redundant.
"Sir, if the salad is wrapped in aja trus brought home, can you?" sifa pinta.
"Can you not be full yet?" ask Abash.
"Not full yet. But it's a pity that it is redundant," exclaimed Sifa. "I plan to go overtime tonight. Want to study for a test that only counts the days" said Sifa. "Lumayan, make a friend overtime, sir," Sifa cheered.
"Oh, you want to go overtime?" ask Abash.
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, then." Abash called the waiter and asked to wrap the salad.
After the salad was wrapped, Abash paid for all the food they had eaten. Sifa gulped down his saliva violently, seeing the nominal listed there.
"Crazy, expensive to make sure I eat? So not good," inner Sifa.
Elsewhere, Amel, who had been following Sifa and Abash, growled with reddened and wet eyes.
"Traitor lo, Sifa."
In the car, there is no talk between Abash and Sifa, they are silent with their own minds. Until Abash was very insensitive, how the man liked by the girl.
"Sifa," call Abash.
"Yes?" Sifa turned to the source of the voice.
"May I ask you something?" Abash turned a glance towards the girl who had already made her heart frown.
"Can you ask what?"
"Emm, roughly, what kind of male characteristics do you like?"
"The characteristics of the man I like?" ask Sifa back.
"Yes, is there?" Abash turned a glance at Sifa and refocused himself on the path that was before her at the moment.
"Emm, if there used to be, sir. But now it seems like it has changed," Sifa slowly and ventured to glance at Abah.
"Oh yeah, why change?" asked Abash curiously.
"I don't know why. But, the man has managed to make me confused by his treatment of me," said Sifa as she squeezed the edge of her cloth.
"Successfully confuses him? Does that mean there's a guy Sifa likes right now?" inner Abash.
"How does it mean?" asked Abash curiously.
"Father is a guy, maybe you know more," asked sifa who wants to know the opinion of a man who has made his heart always upset and back and forth beautiful.
"Cock asked me? Yeah, I know what that guy means, "Abash replied in annoyance.
"So you're upset?" sifa asked confusedly.
"Not upset, but yes .. Yes ... Akh, it's hard to explain" Abash replied, scratching his head.
"Hmm, I just want to hear your opinion. You are also a man, yes."
"Yes, but not all men are the same."
"Father is right" said Sifa and sighed softly. The girl looked out the window thinking about what was going on with her feelings tomorrow.
"Cock you shut up?" abash asked who no longer heard Sifa's voice.
"I'm confused to say what, sir," Sifa jawba quietly.
"Hmm, yeah. What do you want to ask him about that guy?" abash asked in a slightly dislike tone.
"Based on a jerk, he can play with the feelings of a girl this sweet," Abash's mind was upset and grasped the steering wheel tightly.
"Say you don't want to hear" said Sifa.
"Yes, that was. Now I want to hear. Try the story, what was done by the jerk man," upset Abash which made Sifa blink her eyes quickly.
"So, what did that guy do to you?" ask Abash impatiently.
Sifa gave her lips, the girl felt funny seeing the boss was upset with the man Sifa meant.
"But why should Mr Abash be upset? Doesn't he like me?" inner Sifa again looked at Abash in confusion.
"So gini, sir. I feel confused about the same treatment that guy did to me. He once said that I am not the kind of woman he likes. But he was always there for me. When I was in trouble, the man came to my aid. But, which makes me confused and annoyed and hate with him. He's already stolen my first kiss," Sifa's great-grandson quietly and carefully.
Abash cursed the man in his heart and gripped the steering wheel even tighter, making his knuckles turn white.
"That's a jerk's name, "Abash's upset, "Mending you stay away from him from now on,"
"Are you like that?" ask Sifa.
"Yes" jawb Abash with confidence.
"Well then, can you stop on the sidelines now?" pinta Abash's.
Abash turned to Sifa. "For what?"
"Udah, just edge," Sifa pinta again with a tone that sounded annoyed.
Abash obeyed what Sifa had commanded. When he saw Sifa opening her bell seat, Abash quickly held the girl down.
"What do you want?" abash asked in a slight panic.
"Don't you tell me to stay away from that jerk guy?"
"Yes, I told you to stay away from him, but why are you even going down here?" ask Abash.
"Don't you know what I mean?" sifa asked with eyes that began to glaze over.
"Well, why are you crying? What is my fault, Sifa? Why are you venting your frustration from that jerk guy onto me?" abash asked with his innocent face.
"That son of a bitch is the Father" cried Sifa who could no longer bear to hold back her expression.
"I meanyou?" abash asked confusedly.
"The son of a bitch who stole my first kiss was Dad. The jerk who confused my heart was my father. Every treatment and word of the Father, made me confused. Once the Father was sweet to me, but the Father also immediately made me fall so quickly," said Sifa and wiped her tears with a trickle on her cheek.
"You what father? Trus, what do you mean by my kiss? After kissing, with as good as it is, my father told me to forget about it. You think I'm a puppet? Or a child who can be kissed at will?" annoyed Sifa and brushed off the hand of Abash who wanted to wipe her tears.