When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Hard choices

The next day, the sound of scissors sounded agile from the living room which was transformed into a small convection. Michelle was cutting a thick cardboard paper as a batik cloth print that she bought at a textile shop on Urip Sumoharjo street to make a shirt before heading home to Surabaya.

“Mas Paijo.” Michelle whistled as she looked into the room. There, the sleep-deprived Paijo turned his head while wearing a belt.

“Ke here jerk yuk, I have to make sure the size I imagine exactly like your body size.”

“L outside.”

Grabbing the meter strap on the sofa, Michelle burst into the room before the door closed, ignoring the flabbergasted Paijo is shocked by his quick ramming until he is knocked over to the bed with Michelle who makes an emergency landing on it.

Paijo braked in pain while Michelle who shocked herself with her behavior straightened her body right on her lap.

”Sorry, remku blong. Mas Paijo is sick?” ask Michelle cengengesan.

“You want to try?” Paijo bent her knees until Michelle advanced forward to the top of her henchmen's missiles. “You want me to sit?”

Michelle grimaced, knowing what was beneath her at the moment, she straightened her legs while leaning against her thighs. Giving more emphasis until Paijo snorted fatigue.

“Down wes, don't need it.”

With a fad Michelle moved her hips, then laughed loudly as Paijo gripped her knees and moved her back and forth. Increases the vibration that occurs between the two bodies.

“Awas ya if until seeps. Her work pants are still in laundry.”

Paijo bent Michelle's right leg and stroked her shin with the back of her index finger.

“Honest, Cell. Are you really depressed about not living like this here? Your parents aren't nying? Dominic?” tanyanya raau's.

“Bapak just asked for news, but they believe you can take care of this. Just mama to make it complicated anyway.”

Paijo still stroked his feet while gulping his saliva, intimate distance that was so fixed increase his blue will charm Michelle who so craved it without any fuss. Likes his flaws and his ridiculousness with pleasure.

Paijo wet his lips, fearing that he might lower Michelle's feet.

“For a long time I could want, Cell. Down, work.”

Michelle bent both her legs as she bent over them, overshadowing Paijo's hardened face.

“I wait in my apartment in Surabaya if you want, bring protective rubber.” whispered while kissing Paijo lobe. “Bring me happy news.”

His body was full of goosebumps for a moment. Paijo slammed Michelle gently into the bed while overshadowing her fiercely.

Paijo stroked her cheeks with admiration shrouded in lust. He could no longer resist the turmoil within his banging mind that wanted to be released.

The love he once boasted of vanished was replaced by the worldly delinquency he wanted. What if it really happened? In that instant, Paijo sculpted while holding his belt.

”Right so yes?” michelle asked as Paijo moved, correcting her service clothes and pants while turning her back.

“Besok only, mepet.” hours

“Oh.” Michelle grabbed the meter strap on the bed while sighing. “Berih mepet time, fear is late.”

“Silent yes, I measured your body first.”

Paijo grabbed Michelle's chin and poked her up, looking at her. Paijo ducking kiss with hard sexy lips that open welcome him friendly.

“Do not go, Cell.”

“I can, but I can't promise.”

Paijo put his forehead on his forehead, “I understand, but don't go.”

Michelle offended a smile as she clenched her. “I'm afraid you go, don't go.”

Being showered with lust, loving with hurt, desiring the unfulfilled , opens the path of the indecent. I cut my heart with hope.

Paijo kissed Michelle on the forehead after she managed to measure her body.

“Don't meet the graveyard guy, he's human so-genesis.” he said affectionately while tucking his hair behind his ears.

Michelle's stomach is hardened, between wanting to fart and wanting to laugh. Fauzi man is happening? How I thought yes, it came right in the grave, whether he was a human being. Widww.

Michelle kissed the back of Paijo's hand while driving him to the front of the house. He watched Paijo leave for work before being flushed to the bathroom when a compelling urge suddenly came.

Brottt's... Brott's...

Cold sweat drenched Michelle's forehead. His stomach was rumbling, tense. Brottt's voice is heard. Squeezed, he came out of the bathroom after draining his entrails which contained mercon ozengs last night.

Michelle removed the batik meter fabric that she was going to make into a couple shirt with Paijo from the carpet. He leaned against the body of the sofa while straightening his legs, stroking his stomach, tormented by his own fart which repeatedly exploded.

“If until later in the afternoon still diarrhea, Paijo can not go.”

Bursting her fart again until Michelle coughed, the aroma like a comberan to make Michelle amazed. For the first time in his life he had a fart that big.

Michelle grabbed her phone on the sofa, as she sent a message to Paijo who had just arrived at the village parking lot. But because he needed a morning apple with a feeling of restlessness and carelessness that he desperately dimmed, Paijo did not check his phone at all until the break.

Michelle soaked her dry lips, her face pale, her body limp. Blessed is he taking his cell phone in the room after the hero to the bathroom.

“Sweetie, choco.” muttered waiting for the connection in lift, “Come dong connect, my stomach sounds constantly. Difficult eating. Lemas.”

Paijo bergebernya motorbike with his colleagues to attend the invitation of Pak lurah to Padang restaurant. His phone is safe in a drawer of a locked desk.

Only after he returned to the office feeling happier after two rendangs entered his stomach did Paijo open the desk drawer and pull out his phone.

Two messages from two women he both marked 💗 were in the top row of the chat. Paijo read carefully one by one chat from them.

One asked her out to the beach, the other asked her out to the hospital.

Which one did Paijo choose?

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