Wedding of the Eldest Princess and the Bungsu Son
Continuing Lessons

After finishing the lesson, Abel decided to go to the cafeteria with Dinda. But his steps stopped because he saw the crowd in the mading. Usually, if it is not a school event, there are elections.

Abel was a little curious, but not as hot as that. He'll read it later when it's not full. But that doesn't apply to Dinda. He pulled one of the students who had finished reading the mading.

"Woii, Brother. What's the matter, right rame?" Ask Dinda.

"Those who have schools to celebrate, all students can come to the luxurious Cassano hotel" replied the man known from his nametag named Langga.

"You mean Jonh sir?" Ask Dinda.

"Yaiya who else, can't be Gala. This week, I went back to class. Look at it if the kepo," said Langga as he passed away.

Abel was silent for a moment, Gala had not told him about this. Did he forget? If it is true, Abel must prepare himself, from the gift to his clothes. There is no way that the party was only attended by school students, there must be many relations from John who came there.

"Why? You rich are surprised?" Ask Dinda.

"Gapapa, come to the cafeteria," Abel asked with a smile.

Somehow Dinda feels happy, since marriage Abel even more friendly, or just her feelings? But both Abel and Gala, both can now be spoken to.

Upon entering the canteen Gala suddenly pulled Abel's hand and took him. "Follow a minute."

"Ehhh my temen! Where are you taking it?!" Shouted Dinda.

Without hearing Dinda, Gala still pulls Abel to follow her. Abel ya resigned only if it was so, but his view can not be separated from Gala. "Why what?"

Gala did not answer and took Abel into her room. After that he locked the door so that no one would come in. Abel complied, and he sat in the guest chair.

"Why what?" Ask Abel.

"Gue forgot not to tell you about grandpa's birthday" Gala said.

"Yes gapapa, there is still time to find a gift. Continues to?" Ask Abel again.

Gala took out a large paper bag from behind her desk. He gave it to Abel. The girl stood up and opened her paper bag. He saw a white dress, shoes, jewelry and also a bag. Very complete. But for what? "Make what?"

"Create lo, yesterday helped his sister Jihan choosein. Like no? If not later let us buy again," Gala said with a smile.

Abel smiles pleasure. What women like is not this. "Like it, I just thought of buying a new dress. Thank you for."

"Where's the thank you sign?" Ask Gala.

"Does there have to be a thank you?" Abel asked not to understand.

Gala sat in her chair while pulling Abel to sit on her lap. Abel was shocked to get such treatment, he so slightly distanced his face from Gala.

"Heem must exist" Gala said.

"Gal, this is school. Wealthy times are in place" said Abel, who was uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable, like a test of courage.

"Nobody saw, the cctv was not on. Want to kiss, budge," Gala pinta.

"Gal, don't be weird" said Abel.

"Kiss doang not say anything, any more rest too. Can ya? Wrong of his own lips opium," pinta Gala.

Without caring for Abel, Gala pulled the nape of the girl and kissed her lips. Abel was a little shocked, but honestly he couldn't resist like this. They closed their eyes enjoying the magical atmosphere that was suddenly created. Slowly the gala sipped on Abel's lower lip gently. Gala did not let any angle slip from her reach. He licked, took a sip, picked it up without pause.

Abel squeezed Gala's uniform tightly. While Gala stroked the girl's back gently, she completely mastered the game. Who had just wanted to kiss, but instead ended up continuing a new lesson. Gala slowly bit her lips so that there was a gap for her tongue to obscure every tooth. Abel did not understand and just followed.

Gala released her link for a moment. "The kiss uses logic, instinct, practice what the brain commands."

"Heem." Abel just said it as if he was learning. If he realized maybe he would have cursed himself for saying so.

Slowly Gala resumed her activities, their tongues twisted each other, exchanging saliva with each other. Gala smiled, for a moment she gave a pause so Abel could breathe. "Breath with nose, dear."

After saying that Gala resumed his game. If he could tell, he was infatuated with that girl. Their breaths clashed, making them even more soluble in the game they created themselves. Slowly Gala let go of their kiss.

Gala chuckles as her girl starts to get smart and embraces Abel's body deeper into her arms. Slowly the kiss went down, from the lips to the chin and now it empties into the neck of Abel's level. Gala licked, kissed and took a strong sip. Make the owner feel a sense that he can not explain.

"Emmph, Gal ticklish." Abel tried to keep Gala's body away from him. He thinks it's too far away at school. There are overflowing feelings but don't know what. Abel felt crazy now that he was lulled with Gala's touches.

Gala smiled, like a canvas. Now he managed to make a beautiful painting on the neck of the Abel level. "This is called a sign of ownership. So you got me." Gala kissed Abel's lips at a glance.

Abel's heart felt like it was going to be dislodged, his breathing was also irregular. This gala does not know the place. Without caring for Gala, Abel left there and left the Gala room. Gala chuckles at Abel like that. A plain fierce girl.

Abel cursed himself, that perverted Gala, he should be able to control himself, but he didn't. Gala's driving him crazy right now, she could have done it at school. He runs into the classroom and finds Dinda already at the table.

"Lo why?" Dinda asked who saw Abel looking a little messy.

"Well, e-no. I'm gapapa," replied Abel slightly chuckling.

"Lo is the same as Gala?" Ask Dinda curious.

"Whoever?" Abel asked in shock. Did Dinda see them in the Gala room? Oh no, don't get it. Abel would be so embarrassed.

Dinda looked at Abel. Her lips are red, but the color of her lips is not like the brand that Abel often wears, it looks natural. His eyes probed into Abel's neck. Dinda understands.

"Lo why?" Abel asked a little doubtfully. Just die if Dinda really catches them.

"Lo if you want to do it at home why, Bel," whispered Dinda teasing the girl.

"Huhh??! How do you know?" Abel asked in shock.

"Lo's lips are richly kissed by elephants, your neck is red. Could-can lo. Be free to marry me," said Dinda half-whispering.

"Well looks?" Abel asked, rubbing his neck.

"Wrinkle, rich red kissed mosquito. The difference is this big mosquito," Dinda's lead.

Abel closed his eyes. Why would Galaxy embarrass him like this anyway? Abel took the liptint, tissue and plaster from his bag.

"Tempelin, Din's. Please," asked Abel as he held out a plaster to Dinda.

Dinda did not hold back her laughter, after which she helped Abel. Kasian also if others see, of course, will be different views with Dinda.

Abel wiped his lips and used a liptint. He stared at the glass, it seemed much better. "Thanks yes, Din."

"Yeah you're welcome" Dinda replied with a smile.