When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Homehouse

It did not feel dark even fell more and more silent at the beginning of the second third of the night. Eleven o'clock and seven minutes, the breeze stroked Michelle's skin while driving with all the windows open.

Soon he arrived home with a feeling of uneasiness.

Why should it be an affair, Mother? Not evil or how yes, it makes Paijo traumatized girl if you know her fiance married secretly. Moving on is hard now. Dude, Ma'am.

Fauzi may not be just any twenty-something teenager who doesn't know anything about love issues, the victim of the High School girl's affair apparently helped describe the state of her heart after her heartbreak so that she could lecture Michelle while chatting in angkringan roadside. Like a best friend who long did not meet, his wisdom then made Michelle think.

The car meandered smoothly towards the house, Michelle pulling both corners of her lips. In front of the terrace Paijo sat on a bamboo chair waiting for him to spend five cigarettes.

“Where are you?” paijo asked after Michelle closed the car door.

“From sightseeing, dinner, hanging out in kidul square while sitting around relaxing.” Michelle grinned while taking out the house keys. Fauzi and stray until the sacred tomb need not be told. This incident had drained his energy. If Paijo knew it might make him tired of his questions or even mediocre. Michelle prefers silence.

”Kok not in yet, want to patrol?”

Michelle plugged the key in the keyhole of the door while looking at Paijo's disheveled face and looking at him in wonder.

“No exclamation earlier?”

Paijo touched both of her shoulders while gently pushing Michelle into the living room. With his feet, Paijo closed the door of the house.

“How did you feel when I ran away? Ngambek, angry?” tanya Paijo while kissing her baboons.

Michelle takes off her flatshoes and throws her tent bag onto the sofa. “Sebel dong, just not papa really. I'm a prankster.”

Paijo stroked Michelle's arm to fill her fingers with her fingers while resting her chin on her shoulder. “Emang a real fad of flower samples for Puspita you spray your perfume.”

Her warm breath hit Michelle's neck and Paijo's embrace from behind alarmed her. Michelle was a little anxious, but many couples when Paijo sought comfort as if to keep longing held back.

“Sorry, I'm long gone.” whispered Paijo.

Michelle grimaces weird. Gelagat Paijo made him think, that man why. Why is it so romantic after visiting her fiance.

“Why are you, Jo? You mupeng same Puspita but do not dare to like this same him?”

“Internally!” Paijo's whirring is getting attached to Michelle's nape. “Let's do this for a while.”

“Yes why are you suddenly sticking me? Strange to know usually also males.” grumbled Michelle, she wanted to take a bath, her body felt sticky after spending a mercon ozeng with Fauzi and the night air made her sweat more sticky.

“Sabar, just a moment.” Paijo tightened his embrace, allowing the atmosphere of increasingly cold nights to bend two human beings who fight the mirage of love.

”I was wrong but I was confused as to how to take off Puspita well, Cell. Natural, without involving you among us.”

”In your hands in felt thing.” (In your hand I feel something) Michelle said. “I like your callous hands, not smooth and not friendly, but Dominic mas at home tense with you that sign you are fun and good.” Michelle twisted her body, looking at Paijo with her eyes wryly turning blue.

”I like you simply, like I love my job. The designs I think carefully, I draw carefully, every fabric I choose as good as possible as needed and I sew it carefully with the right thread to match. But if my ego troubles you, my ambition blinds your heart, blind me and choose one.”

Michelle touched Paijo's chest and laid her head on his chest. ”I'm not a judge who wants to demand justice and quick decisions, Jo. Let's it flow. Unless you have a similar taste to me at the moment.”

“I can't answer. But when I'm with you, my life blooms.”

Michelle manages well Paijo's more friendly attitude than usual, but wants to feel happy . Again the reality of love leads him to the fact that the neighboring grass is better. The grass itself is okay and halal, so it is not surprising that Paijo can ask what he wants to do. Moreover, the hard code that he said to collect the reward in the household seemed to lead him to a choice, resigned.

Michelle smiled slightly as she put away Paijo's hand that touched her lower waist. “You take a shower, Mas. The smell of your dish soap.”

Pouting, Paijo broke his embrace while leaning against the wall. He folded both hands, his feelings suddenly wry. Michelle who is coquettish and nyoh-nyohan seems to be selling a little expensive tonight.

”I'm not here, not there. My job is dishwashing.”

“Oh wow.” Michelle turned on the television, looking for the movie she wanted to watch while laying on the couch. ”Kasian is also you, well, feel like an ungodly wife as well as me yes.”

Paijo took off his shirt that smelled of dish soap lemon and lime while taking off his jeans. Back home, back to being herself and with Michelle she seemed to go home to the most comfortable place.

“You said yes, I'm afraid of being wrong. But want to say no, yes how, cooking dishwasher no a dozen should I? What is your hand made of until you do not want to meet soap and coir dishwashing?” paijo said as he grabbed Michelle's hand and held it around her neck as she sat on the carpet, leaning against the body of the sofa.

Paijo stared at the pretty fingernail clawed lentic finger the more he breathed in the aroma the more he frowned suspiciously.

“What did you eat? It smells like cow stuffing.”

“Ozeng-oseng mercon!”

“Whoa, Iceland! Iso-isone manganese oseng-oseng mercon, not afraid of your stomach hurts?” paijo shouted while turning around. She looked at Michelle seriously, criticizing Michelle's behavior with a headband.

“You sick you?”

“Neither, so good that you speak.” Michelle shakes. “Living only need sensation.”

What does sensation mean? The turn to have a bojo, it feels chaotic.

Paijo grabbed Michelle's bag and took out a transparent pouch containing her facial cleansing device.

“Tomorrow I have to go with Puspita after work, you if until diarrhea wow.. chaotic."

Michelle closed her eyes as the man who already knew the stages in cleaning her face began to apply various steps by step facial treatment.

“No I will trouble you, but remember the status of WIFE is more valid than fiancee. Yes even if only serial marriage and the results of the raid. I can fully master you.”

“Iyo... Iyo... That's how if you knew I was kissed by Puspita, in a spoiled cuddle. What is not your heart fire.”

Michelle stuck out her tongue in comfort. “I was also walking the same guy graveyard.”

Paijo suddenly pecked, graveyard guy? Demit nyamar to be a happenstance guy? How's story? This is not right, Michelle, it's not right.

Paijo bobbing heads, one unfinished business added a new, more bizarre affair. He really needed a pause to think about the fate of the two women in his heart.

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