When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Pretty Crazy

The morning came again, on a different day with a different feeling. The situation is full of risks, yes, for Paijo the day is a hundred percent different. It is not as simple as going to the village, serving the community, and living the consequences that he can solve by just snapping his finger.

The risk of an affair that is tying him with a stack of red thread promises clearly carries heavy and large consequences.

Extra-hard struggle is needed to avoid things that do not want to happen because the stakes are self-esteem, Paijo is really ahead of the adrenaline-pumping options that require the hormone serotonin to drop first from his body.

Flipping through rented houses and Kusumonegoro house is one of them. That decision he told Michelle in

when the city of Jogjakarta is being hit by drizzle.

“How so? Can?” paijo asked as she stroked Michelle's hair on the bed. The cloudy atmosphere made him laze in bed.

Arranging the strategy so that their hearts were balanced and Paijo could break up properly without causing any severe social conflict, Michelle nodded resignedly. ”Could if you really have the same event Puspita, I understand.”

And Paijo spilled her gratitude and gratitude by showering Michelle's face with kisses that smelled of toothpaste.

“After the event is over I go straight home here, maybe midnight.”

The woman's eyes closed, her chin raised. “I know our love won't grow easily, but I'm glad you started loving me.” Michelle took a breath, bathed Paijo's face with the smell of her fresher breath.

“Just don't date her often, I also want to know.”

Paijo untangled the nightgown Michelle was wearing, shaking it off perfectly. His head approached, his lips plundering something that caught his attention until the woman became agitated.

“Udah... already..” Michelle cupped Paijo's head in a gaunt while panting. His eyes nilar looking at his eyes that look sexy to arouse the turmoil in his body that he desperately hold.

“You broke your promise. Basically, Puspita does not match you. I doain quickly break up.” Michelle grabbed the leash and tied it. He snorted in annoyance while covering his body with a blanket.

“Sana shower, arisan there as much as you.”

Paijo grinned mischievously then wet his lips. Slowly but surely the closeness that runs intensely begins to bring out his admiration for the beauty of his wife's body that resik and fragrant every day. Babarblas he never sniffed the wry scent from his wife's body.

“I'm just trying to be fair, Cell. The next morning with you, the same night as Puspita.”

“Tuh... tuh... start greedy, kon evil ih.... only I can you touch! Puspita can not, I say your father yoo if you dare your lips touch his skin let alone susune!” michelle said fiercely.

With an ignorant smile, Paijo leaned his body. His nose breathed Michelle up close.

“Then let's repeat again just now.” sloroh Paijo while raising his eyebrows.

“Hope!” Michelle crossed her hands in front of her chest in a stingy manner. “I am now selling expensive until you break up with Puspita, after that new... every day can be so.”.

Paijo cracked until his legs felt weak. The madness that is so complete experienced is difficult to express through words, especially the wild currents that are clearly displayed in his eyes give the opportunity for the madness to become real.

“You know every day, beware of tricks.” Paijo held onto Michelle's cheeks, and quickly their lips met. “I shower first keep working, you later if you want to work do not forget to eat first.”

Obediently, Michelle pulled a towel behind the door and slid into the bathroom. “The bathroom is all in the brush yes, Jo. Udah slippery.”

While chortling casually Paijo closed the door. After a while, the sound of the floor brush and the smell of aerosols came out from there. The man doesn't mind cleaning the house being his responsibility because from the beginning he knew what Michelle's shortcomings were while paying for electricity, wifi and stomach needs became Michelle's responsibility. Whether what kind of household they live in, there is no love that binds so great there, no, only tragic comedies sometimes end up with sweet kisses and worldly pleasures that they would do without but.

“Because later the event at Puspita's house directly back here, I can't sleep if it hasn't been picked up by you.”

Paijo grimaced while combing his hair. “How much am I like you, beautiful yes, sexy, where is rich, how do I want to be with me? Is there a rich man who has a crush on you? At least bule, business partner, what are your employees at the boutique?” tanyanya was curious, because he had long kept the question.

“My employees at the soft bone boutique are all men, Jo. If the same bule I lazy, rarely anyone wants to commit seriously. Another reason, I'm looking for a husband who's like my father. Wong Jowo usually if you get a wife bule, ayu, let alone sugih, must be very dear. Are you sure you can be like that.”

Michelle pleasantly pushed Paijo to the door. “Udah there ngantor, later I send food via ojek online.”

Paijo wears her pantofel shoes while kissing Michelle's cheek. “Sabar yo, I try. But if you give up, just say it. I know this is hard for you.”

Michelle closed the door of the main house after Paijo left on her motorbike.

“Meet you in Jogjakarta, wishing you were as special as the city. But if I end up having to wake up again and not be special, luckily I'm crazy enough to accept it. He...”

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