When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Longs Together
Michelle invites Paijo to cuddle and circle like a pair of ballerinas before plopping their bodies onto a sofa ready to accept the burden of love-briety who feels a violent explosion.
“Kakang... How are you?” Michelle smiled amusedly after throwing Paijo's body on the sofa. Her astonished face and stunned expression made her even more adorable in the eyes of Michelle who was struck by euphoria.
The door was tightly closed and alone seemed to make Paijo uneasy facing the woman who shifted her position to the closest distance between Lingga and Yoni them.
“Why the hell? Forgot I'm still your wife?” Michelle stroked her cheeks with the back of her index finger after peeping both cheeks.
“I weigh just as much as you. You're not?”
Their eyes clashed, implied in the twinkle of Michelle's eyes her attention paid off as Paijo hesitantly raised his hands and gently squeezed both of her waist.
“Every day what phone still has to miss?” Paijo cleared his throat, expelling the lump left in his throat while his nose sniffed Michelle's perfume. It was the same as when he left it yesterday.
“Sit right, don't be like this.”
“Why? I rented this club until midnight.” Michelle took off the top three buttons of Paijo's batik shirt. After the man's chest was beautifully plastered in front of her, Michelle placed her palm there. The man's warm and rustling heart rate made him excited.
“Over time do not meet so clumsy friendly with me, yes.” he said while shortening the distance between their faces. Their noses touched, their eyebrows fused together. The grip on Michelle's waist grew tighter.
Paijo knew the taste of red lips mingled with the fragrance, the mischievous flick he knew as permission from Michelle to touch it. But a place that has a large glass dresser to reflect their behavior and cctv in the corner makes the turn of the blur, the shame that is now especially Dominic can be an impromptu comedian later. Danger.
“Not here. I can't, Sel.”
Michelle followed Paijo's line of sight. “It's not a problem that, one kiss friendly, does not make my lipstick fade. Waterproof this.” Michelle pursed her lips.
Paijo closed his eyes, letting the woman take what she wanted while there was time to get it.
Michelle stroked Paijo's lips after distancing her face from Paijo.
“Never initiative.” Michelle blurted her lips as she put her hand around Paijo's neck.
“I know where kok.” Paijo stuck out his tongue. “Include you.”
Not wanting to take out a word, Michelle simply tucked her body into her husband's body.
“Thank you for coming even though it was a long time ago. You must be depressed no one takes care of you.”
Paijo difficulty breathing, Michelle's body is fully a burden on her body that aches after passing the Jogja-Surabaya journey using a train.
“Can't we start later. I haven't had a shower.”
“Sek to, dilit.” (Wait a minute, just a second. )
Paijo sighed and stroked Michelle's back gently.
“Hunger me, Cell. Same your brother only in the wine.”
“Yes, Jo. Even the hungry. There is no romance you.” Michelle pinched both of her cheeks in a fit of anxiety.
“Luckily I love you, try not. I'm getting crazy thinking of ways to love you.”
Michelle left, because her evening dress was not neat, she looked for a replacement dress on the clothes rack lined next to the sofa.
“Mbak Rasta come here no?”
“No, she's in your apartment.”
“Lho in my apartment, we will both continue how is the bobok? Budiman must be staying up. Continue to disturb our intimacy.”
“Halah really want to be friendly how? As long as I haven't performed the prayer at your mother's father you still remember the rules of the game!”
“Ya... Kakang Prabou... Seriously bang.” Michelle pulled one over her knee in a jet black sleeveless dress. He put it next to Paijo before collecting his hair.
“Turunin zipper dong, mas.”
“Here?” Paijo reflex shakes. “Replace in the bathroom! Delicious way there is a cctv later on watched by many people.” he said half-sigh.
“Cie... Come on then. More privacy more exciting.” Michelle pulled Paijo's outstretched hand while the man grabbed the dress beside her.
Paijo stared at the reflection of Michelle's face while collecting her wife's fragrant and fresh hair.
“I've done my business with Puspita.”
Michelle took over her hair when Paijo stroked the zipper of her dress with one hand.
“But I also have not dared to come to your house and say we are married.”
Paijo looked down at her face, smelling Michelle's unsettled neck and neckline as she lowered the zipper of her evening dress and removed the woman's clothes.
With a really sexy bikini, Paijo can see how the wujid behind his wife's body is good.
Paijo cleared his throat, avoiding the gaze of Michelle who continued to look into his eyes.
“Care.” Paijo stretched out her black dress.
“Mau but sungkan. Great yes you.” Michelle turned around, she lifted her body into a sink cast that was able to hold her weight.
“Here, don't sit on the toilet.”
Paijo covered his face with both hands.
“Have your clothes kept coming out. Surabaya hawane hot.”
“Said the person who gragas I special, in your eyes I look mediocre.” sneer Michelle. “I want you, Jo.”
“Nelegant in bathroom.”
“But here dong. Praise me!”
Paijo could not hide his smile. Again he found the woman urging him to praise the beauty of her body transparently.
“You're sexy, beautiful.”
“That's all? There's nothing else? It's common, Jo. I know.”
“You smell good.”
“Others!”
“You are a laborer, perverted, brash, basket case, but you like an angel.”
Michelle was uproarious, she found Paijo's longed-for identity. Naggers.
“Yes, I'm wearing clothes. You don't close dong's eyes, look at me.” Michelle got down from the sink and grabbed Paijo's hands.
“See me, Jo.”
Paijo loosened her hand muscles until both of her hands were able to reach Michelle. His eyes blinked then he saw the makeup of the wife who loomed in front of him while gulping her saliva.
“I want to look special in the eyes of the right person and that's you.”
“Yes, but at home. Not in public places!” paijo concluded, forced him to take the dress and put it on the body of Michelle who resignedly received his attention.
“Your time, catch a cold.”
While kissing Paijo's cheek, Michelle opened the door.
“Later I know Kakang prabu Paijo with my friends. But before you have to wear vest, so it looks perlente.” Michelle grabbed the black vest suit according to the size of Paijo on the hanger and put it on Paijo's body.
“Keren right, you don't be shy, there's me beside you.”
Paijo accepted Michelle's hand in hand before exiting the show's private room.
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