When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Scrambled Flavors

“Nginap in which hotel are you?” ask Dominic while driving a car in the middle of the middle of the midnight atmosphere of the city of Jogja is empty. Not many passing vehicles accompanied the return of three young people from last night's party. A few activities of buying and selling food was already visible charcoal. There are only one or two 24-hour warmindo sellers and Javanese bakmi traders who still enliven the atmosphere of the road.

“Near here ajelah, trouble me tomorrow morning!” sahut Paijo who really got his thighs became a pillow Michelle who increasingly lost consciousness.

“Can be set, Jon. Relax... same cake who jaim really.” Dominic grinned while driving his car into the hotel parking lot around the tourist area of Malioboro.

Dominic advances his body, observing the atmosphere of an elegant four-star hotel and the glittering lights of the lobby.

He smiled, the feeling was quite sad to see his sister married to a simple man even though he was his best friend who asked for forgiveness. It's just that the affairs of the heart are strange enough to interfere.

Fit, kasian Michelle if only in love with two stars let alone losmen. Ha, so remember the past.

The window glass next to Dominic moved up.

“Ntar I unplug what join?” dominic asked, looking back. It appears Paijo is trying to uphold Michelle's staggering body.

“Connect tomorrow morning! Your sister's a little messy, Dom. Nafsuan, horrify me.”

“Old maid, Jon... Need worldly pleasures he.”

Haissss... Paijo hissed sharply, his gaze observing the small scene in front of him. Dominic took out an ATM card and stretched it out.

“Hold, let him not trouble you Jon. Anyway I understand you guys just apes so stupid can not act.”

“Your apartment, Dom.” Paijo shook his head as he slowly pushed the card with his palm. He did not want to accept it because Michelle had to accept the fact that the money of a civil servant was not much and she had to take responsibility for the money. As much as possible.

Behind the wheel, Dominic chuckled. “Lumayan you know to pay for the same rented hotel, same seton rice washing machine. Icel can't wash, his nails are beautiful, he's afraid of being rough and ugly, he can't cook, but he's a smart picture, he's a designer, a model and he's sewing clothes.” said Dominic explained the shortcomings and advantages of his sister with pride and proclamation of an older brother for his sister who was spoiled since birth.

“He has his own income, do not you make a living is not a problem Jon, he tends to be independent just as you Iceland rather mupeng emang. Don't know Jon, find out if he's on you.” Dominic grin.

“Your trunk may be funny to him.”

“Semprul.” Paijo opened the car door, the night air touched his skin. ”This is your sister I carried What are you carrying, Dom? Share task!”

Dominic got out of the car and into the hotel lobby, in front of the reception desk who greeted him kindly for refreshing his sleepy eyes he mentioned the top room.

Paijo snorted, the fatigue he set Michelle helplessly clinging to her back with the car door wide open.

“Very heavy this load, Gusti..” Putting on strong horses, she lifted Michelle's body out of the car. Paijo held on to one leg, while the other leg kicked at the door of the car.

Under the starry skies of Malioboro, Paijo limped over to Dominic waiting in the hotel lobby to give them a wedding present.

“Live to the room, Jon. Rest, kiss doang in the club is not good. In room be...hhh..., your Jonny can soar into the sky to seven!” tempt Dominic while removing Michelle's hair that covers the face..

”Iyo deck, curious as Jonny kid?”

“What's the mas by the way? It wasn't the first night! Paijo forbid.” murmured Michelle with narrowed open eyes.

“Icip-chip anyway, as long as it is not in shreds.” Dominic's tease.

“As... janccuk.” Michelle turned her head, hiding her face around Paijo's neck. “Mending tour than disappointed, yes, Jo?”

“Pinter.” Paijo hid his smile while correcting Michelle's almost sagging location. ”Ke room, Dom. Long-long encok I bring your sister.” he said in Javanese.

Moving to the elevator, the three chose silence even though Dominic and Paijo looked at each other. Only the two friendly men knew his point without saying anything.

”Ntar y'all I'm staying, I'm going back to your house Jon. Take the official clothes and suitcase Iceland is still in the car.” Dominic said after opening the room door.

The elegant and luxurious atmosphere that Paijo rarely saw could amaze him, but for Michelle it was common.

Michelle changed her own position until she found a pillow. He squirmed before finding the bolster.

”Jon...” said Dominic quietly as he waved at the doorway.

“Piye?” Paijo looked back for a moment, the woman wearing long jeans and sabrina blouse opened her eyes.

“Not secret, Deck. Chat friends.”

“Yakin? Lying your assets I scrambled mas.” threatened Michelle.

Snuggling Paijo's hand and pulling him out of the room, Dominic sighed.

“My father must have thought of the fate of Iceland, Jon. And maybe yes, he will interfere with your main problem, so I ask you to be fickle first so that the risk is thin. How?” dominic said after finding various interesting observations at Paijo's house earlier.

“Simple, I've thought of it.”

“Keep sure nunda ml?” Dominic let out an amused smile.

After a minute of resting his back on the wall and massaging his forehead, Paijo nodded.

”Ngurus Puspita was me, Dom.” he said weakly.

“Thank me, but also appreciate my sister as your wife.” Dominic patted Paijo on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Bro. I stay.”

The two left the quiet hotel hallway towards their respective resting places. Paijo locked the door of the hotel while observing his wife who was having trouble taking off her jeans.

“Jo, Johnny. Help me pull my pants.” exclaimed Michelle.

“Keep you don't wear pants? Don't be crazy!” Paijo hissing mangkel while standing. This is how to tell the story, even showing off pupu alus.

Michelle pulled the thong rope ‘type of lemon yellow celdam’ she was wearing as Paijo pulled her jeans apart.

”I can't sleep wearing jeans, tightness, can't be the same mama.”

“Asperse to you, but don't show off.” Paijo pulled out the thick blanket that Michelle was covering with all her might. ”In closed, many demons wildness night-night.”

“Hehe... You're the demon, Jo, Jonny. Here, bobok..” Michelle grinned while holding the blanket Paijo put on her body.

Paijo shook his head while scratching his head.

“I slept on the sofa.”

“Bby.” Michelle nodded her head while smiling. “But please clean my face first, Jo. Oily, later can spot if not lost make up.” he said ambiguously while rubbing his cheek feathers.

Paijo is not sure if Michelle's business knows the word after if the woman's bedtime ritual occurs.

Paijo went to the bathroom with his lazy steps, his hands swiftly took the white towel available beside the sink and wet it with tap water while giving him a little liquid soap.

“Not a day of asking has been strange, how a week. Iso-iso types me.” grumbled Paijo while moving next to Michelle. He stared at her clear face and sexy lips while sighing. Paijo's left hand was raised, removing Michelle's hair from her face.

“Tomorrow don't get drunk often, you know, I'm the one who got angry.”

Paijo is looking for the right answer other than what he thinks now. You are my responsibility the world afterlife.

“Yes anyway I was scolded, do not want to anyway you I got angry continue?” asked Paijo while rubbing his cheek with his thumb.

“Nggak.” Michelle smiled as the wet cloth touched her face gently and cautiously.