When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Worldly Miracle

Paijo stuffed his nose in the holster with a bent position. His sturdy legs that looked hairy and muscular made Michelle cluck in awe, he crouched down, his hands suddenly fingered the fur of his legs until it made the man tiptoed in shock.

“You what weyy!” paijo said in a spontaneous tone. ”Semprul, keceplosan.” Sharpen the ears, sound of water gurgling in the back toren, ”May not hear father!”

Exasperated she snickered curiously down, Michelle grimaced as she hid her hands back.

Jakun Paijo moved up and down, he swallowed his hard-earned saliva as if a wisp of words faltered in his throat after the face creased beneath him smiling sweetly.

Michelle winked. The more shortness of breath Paijo, he was fascinated to see the beauty of Michelle's face.

”Touch only, it's so thick. Original?”

Perfectly born to a Marisa couple from Michigan+Singapore and Prambudi from Malang, Michelle inherited more of her mother's bule genes. The nose is sharp, the lips are smooth pink, the eyebrows are neat without embroidery, the skin is white clean but the eyes are beautiful like Prambudi's eyes are shaded.

Paijo's gaze was watchful, drifting at the new imagination that stopped by without excuse to his mind. Those pink little lips wandered all over his body.

Double pedal jolts his chest in two, not just pauses, the heart almost exploded. Paijo bit his lips, fidgeting unspeakably with a woman who was completely ridiculous as it was.

Paijo looked at the woman before him who dared to look back at the look in his eyes while blinking his eyes flirtatious.

Paijo who was no longer strong stopped his wandering delusion chose to fall unconscious.

”Lah... Jo's... Paijo.” said Michelle, terlogoh-pogoh he caught a tall body that is not large but also not flattened, but Paijo quite heavy for Michelle who only likes yoga and swimming.

With a position in Michelle's arms. Paijo grimaced in heart. ”Municipal miracle.”

Her body twitched to the rhythm of Michelle's body locking her body while firmly putting the horses on the floor to lift her up and carry her to the cot.

Michelle bowed, carefully laying Paijo on the bed.

Tired of carrying Paijo's limp and weak body except for certain parts of his body. The two feet that were still straddling just above his thighs he lowered. Michelle is breathing. Paijo's body reaction becomes. His breathing was a mess, the physical touch that increased aggravated the shock of his already reacting private world.

Freed from Dominic, drop by his more wacky sister. Yegan... Fates... Cravings alone with Puspita even came a teaser fairy drop. Khilaf is wrong, getting more wrong.

“Mas Domi has a friend gini very, easy semaput.” said Michelle while getting off the lap of Paijo.

Unresolved, Michelle slips her hands under Paijo's armpits which impact on the inner madness of men who still close their eyes.

Michelle pulled her body with all her might until Paijo's body was on the bed.

Michelle squatted on the edge of the cot, telling stories while looking at Paijo's callous palms and rubbing them slowly.

“Below it was very deg-degan, wuh, gatel all my body, many more profits... but exciting..”.

Jakun Paijo moved, the sound of a suitcase zipper opened, a fragrant dress resik landed on his arm. Michelle took off her towel strap while turning off the room lights.

Dimmer lighting, automatically makes Paijo more relaxed. He tried to catch his breath while looking at what Michelle was doing. The tip of his eyes glanced at the charm of the prima donna that had a solid and smooth body.

Paijo closed his eyes as Michelle turned around. The delicate cloth stroking her arm was affected from the hand of Michelle who took her clothes, horrifying.

Paijo goosebumps. Body stiffens.

Michelle turned on the lights after putting on her clothes and picked up her perfume. His face looked thoughtful with his thumb pressed against the perfume.

“No need, later in thought buy new fragrances si Paijo.” Michelle grinned, she let Paijo who was fainted and tensed for a moment.

...***...

Kusumonegoro finished cleaning himself and rested in his room, near the front bedeng of Paijo's room. His eyes glared at the awkwardness while waiting for something called calm. Understandably, as an honest and humble courtier, meticulous and meticulous, the mounts in his yard provoked wonder. Whose is that? Why the collision there is a car like that stopped by his village located on the edge of the city and surrounded by a stretch of rice fields.

Kusumonegoro sighed. From a change in the behavior of Paijo strange and vague feminine fragrances that he end in his room negative allegations that directly lead to the car owner who stopped in Paijo's room. He waited patiently on a starving stomach for what his son was hiding.

Kusumonegoro moved to the kitchen, seriously brewing coffee accompanied by a gending karawitan from the radio.

Kusumonegoro pulled the chair while sitting on it. Cigarettes and coffee after serving made him sigh while closing his eyes.

...***...

“Ditemenin pretty girls even semaput. Not grateful to you, Jo.” Michelle pulled Paijo's chin down while bowing. His face shaded an exotic face that made him move to Jogja to get acquainted further.

Michelle bent over to give artificial breaths, but soon Paijo shook himself before the lips actually touched her.

“Do not!” her hiss was nervous as she held both Michelle's shoulders with her hands. “My first kiss just for Puspita!” he said reminded me of a stifled voice.

Michelle was shocked. Paijo just pretended to faint. Damn it, where he dressed without any misgivings nearby. Michelle cupped her face without hesitation.

“I was not naughty, no intention to say anything to you, but you who pretend to faint must have tasted me wearing clothes!” just a stupid time with the situation.

Paijo grimaced, his eyes twinkling at Michelle's one hundred percent correct opinion.

Seeing that, Michelle's mind tapered. He snorted like an angry bull and asked something that made Paijo even bitter.

“Good no? Sexy right?”

Kusumonegoro rose, his sense of calm can no longer be dimmed. He stepped like a hero towards the location of the war, seriously, he banged on the door of Paijo's room with a bang.

”OPEN THE DOOR, JO! OPEN DOOR!”

Mampus... still with slick eyes, both of them chipped from the mattress with shavings. Both heroes before facing each other and staring, not able to a single piece of idea out of their two brains that have been ignited lust.

”OPEN!”

Brakes..

Brakes...

Brakes....

Kusumonegoro wrathful. Announce his anxiety about the woman in the room. Terrified, Michelle hugged Paijo hurriedly while asking for protection. “Takut.”

Paijo jerks. But the wet braid, Michelle's face that was very close to Paijo's face spurted a warm breath. The two looked at each other with body language that was interested in quelling one passionate thirst.

Their lips approached, touching each other's warmth and sharing curiosity in pure intimacy. The two enjoyed the beginning of the scandal that had occurred in the house before the door slammed hard.

Kusumonegoro looked at them with a dumbfounded expression.

“Ono opo iki!”

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