When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Iceland wants to have...
Standing up in style, Michelle pokes her hands in Paijo's arms between models and designers who are waiting for their turn while wearing a stylish waist.
The existence of a man who looks wry expression with top models and big boss makes those who know the good Michelle smile amused even though their gazes often do not clash with the lovebirds.
“Ladies... This is kakang prabu Paijo Kusumonegoro, my future husband. If anyone likes it better don't, rival me!” he said straightforward but presented with spoiled.
The kenes man wearing the pink vest that was trailing Michelle from the dimly lit club hallway was dumbfounded.
“Future husband?” Blatantly the man stared at Paijo from top to bottom, assessing the costume attached to his body. Only the black vest with corduroy material from Michelle's boutique looks slick. Others are gloomy, not classy even long-sleeved batik rolled up to the arm looks only batik bought in the market. She frowned disapprovingly, giving a cynical look but just like Dominic, Paijo was horrified to befriend the half-woman man.
Paijo's hands were clenched at the sides of the body, instead of being angry that the kenes man was looking down at him, he turned his head to look at Michelle who was smiling proudly at him.
“Kok want you to have a soft bone assistant like this.” he whispered but for those who see it, the intimacy of two heads that stick together makes the curiosity spread everywhere.
Michelle whispered back. “Sir papa, he likes men, not women, so I'm safe, you're not jealous.”
“But I'm not safe! His eyes are, hih.”
Paijo's overcast face made Michelle throw the kenes man away from her for three meters.
The kenes man pursed his lips that jinxed pink shaky blaring while away. He nagged in Suraboyonan.
“Okay ladies, this announcement is actually not important. Where's masku?” Michelle looked at him.
A model who had just accompanied Dominic had a chat pointing at the bathroom.
“Kebelet said.”
Michelle rolled her eyes. Habits. “Tell him upstairs, find Iceland and Paijo in vip.” room
His interlocutor chuckled in amusement while staring at Paijo who was fully resigned.
“Antik very much your act, Sel.” his joke while nodding
“Cukk frame... My dream is.” Michelle leaned her head on Paijo's shoulder as she let him off, climbing the stairs that all the lighting was under, pink and purple.
Paijo sighed. She was getting more and more difficult to breathe because Michelle had apparently given up some of her body weight on the side of her body that was embracing her waist.
“Mbok does not need to kayak like this, which is commonplace to, Sel.” he said grimly.
“I miss very much with you, later do not need to sleep yes. We chatted, watched a movie while being friendly in my apartment. You want?”
“Mau.” Paijo resigned, but before that I will drink whatever drunk all of you.
Michelle is avid, her pleasure is increasing rapidly. His serotonin hormone is increasingly becoming-so, the sugar in his blood inevitably makes Paijo more tired to take care of his cheerfulness.
Paijo rubbed his wet face because of Michelle's repeated kisses
hit the skin of his face with the palm of his hand.
“I'm afraid of you, Cell. You nggilani.”
Michelle was uproarious, but then she transformed into a shy calm girl.
“Why fear me?” said kalem.
Paijo was lucky enough, on the second floor that was not in use for the public their behavior was not in the eyes of many people. Only the people who wanted the VIP class for comfort and Michelle knew him.
“Sure..” Michelle smiled understandably as she groped Paijo's cheek. “Your salary a month directly ludes we eat here. But relax, there I am. Your salary to give me aja.”
What is the concept? Paijo frowned, but yes. As long as he faces is a descendant of Prambudi Dwayne all who kenthir and wrong he considers as normal.
Michelle invited him to the VIP room in the middle of the building that carries a contemporary theme abroad with the dominance of black and maroon. Elegant and exciting color.
“There is no chicken penyet here.” whispered Michelle in an amused tone after sitting on the sofa. “There is western food.” he added in tone.
“Important there is his name.” said Paijo sadly. No rice stomach auto remain empty hopping.
Michelle rolled her eyes in a puff. The main obstacle to their relationship is the content of the plate!
“Sego endog fried sambel lalapan, want?”
“Well... Don't forget who you marry, the manager of the rice fields, the bully, the treasurer of the most meditative and meticulous village.” Dominic said suddenly.
“Lambeu mas, ngiwir.” Michelle mentioned the order through the intercom before crossing her legs.
“Come to the club kok use batik to mas, indeed the place of fame lho.” cibirnya wonder.
“Let's remember the same identity, fear Paijo khilaf went into the club wearing a work coat continues to approach the girls, Sel.”
“Me again, I keep.” objected Paijo annoyed, “You yourself said, wear batik Jon, let our good looks increase.”
Dominic hid his smile while looking at the kenes man who was standing three meters away from them. His face made him pity.
“Sit here, don't look like a missing person!”
“Yeyy... Yeyy..” He cheered like a cheerleader as he approached Dominic. “So we can double date niyy..”.
“Najeeees..” Dominic piled up all the couch cushions nearby as a barrier to throw Michelle out.
“Don't be small, Bob. They are too mighty for you who are as meek as a kitten.” Michelle said spoiled.
“Halah stale.”
Paijo avoided the gaze of Bobby who looked at him closely as if to guess where the man came from.
“Sel... Don't like me being looked at so.” he said in Michelle's ear.
Taking the ashtray, Michelle throws it at Bobby who catches it.
“Bobby! No fire until look at bojoku like that!”
“Bojo?”
“I married Paijo in Jogja, watch out you steal a glance!”
“Mother earth!” Bobby's head bobbles. “Out of you, brother prabu! The old virgin... Can't stand it, binal.” Bobby claws at the air while sticking out his tongue like a snake.
Dominic and Paijo pretended not to know, but their smiles had already made Michelle cover her face in the absence of any stored temperament.
“Icel want to have children!”
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