When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Home Village and Happy End
One year later.
The sound of a baby was heard crying from inside the room with a light blue paint door that was half open. Patra Adimas Dwayne, a baby boy who went down partly genetic inheritance from the Kusumonegoro family seized the attention of his mother who was pitting her lips with Paijo's lips after the puerperium was completed.
“OMG, our intimacy quickly passed sweetie. Sorry yes.” Michelle cupped both of her cheeks, a glimpse of the nearly half-dozen kiss she gave. “For a while, I love our cute little baby.”
Paijo held onto his groin and then rubbed it slowly.
“I have been waiting for him for a long time, Sel.” lamented with a grim face. “Times yes back to the way it was. My hand can, right?”
Michelle was hit by the same amount of pheromones ruffled her waist. “Ya patient dong, our son again need also dear. You'll just run out Patra bobok again.”
Paijo passed to the bathroom that was struggling with lighting while Michelle went to her son's room. They live in Surabaya apartments after doing aqiqah in Malang.
“Patra why? Sloppy, yes?” michelle said as she grabbed her son who made her very happy.
“Tomorrow we go to Jogja, to the house of the most fierce Kakung eyes. So do not mess with him yes.” he said telling with a grim expression.
Being the ghost of Kusumonegoro, deprives all sorts of his worldly pleasures. He rarely went to nightclubs and unprofessional parties. Only on Paijo's body he sought pleasure and family party, the rest of his parents-in-law who still send attention by giving one truck and ramen for dowry cows always remind via message, chat WhatsApp.
“Udah, sweetie?” michelle asked as Paijo approached her while kissing Patra's forehead.
“Udah dong, don't see my face. Cemerlang.” sloroh Paijo while taking his son's baby bag on top of the closet. He meticulously put Patra's clothes on while whistling.
“A year I've left Jogja to adore you, Michelle. We were there long, agree you?” ask him while looking.
Michelle who was massaging Patra's nose to look like a nod. “Sunday?”
“Sunday. Two Weeks.” sahut Paijo gemas. “Kangen my father, Sel. Yo, want yo...” insistence with spoiled.
“But the promise is yes, you have to install the body if you nag. From yesterday this chat I have to be loved exclusively 6 months, do not waste time with Patra. Work tell ngurangin... In love it Paijo even though it does not match the contents of your wallet!”
Paijo grimaced while still preparing his son's change of clothes while emptying his son's toiletries in the bathroom.
“Bottle asi do not forget, train tickets are also Sweetie. The exclusive.”
“Siap boss.” Paijo kissed the top of his head and rubbed Michelle's back. “Keep your rest later, I prepare our clothes in the room.”
“Yang sexy one.”
“Not hard, as usual how.”
“Long time no foreplay, this rampant genius sweetie.”
“Iyo... Iyo... Wes easy.” Paijo kissed again the top of his head, ”Let's not choose the hottest, cool, and steady.”
”Asik..” Michelle immediately smiled happily in the middle of her body which was still very crazy after giving birth. While Paijo did not know what to give expression after hearing Michelle's desire for foreplay with such a sexy body.
Whatever wes, I'm resigned from the storm.
With the busyness as new parents, the two continue to work together to foster a sense of happiness and a spirit of mutual support to build a good relationship in their best and most important moments.
***
Jakarta, during the day.
At the pick-up of the father who rented a neighbor's car, Michelle carried Patra while breathing the air of the train station.
Is this the essence of returning home to the real village?
As a new commoner who was tasting the hassle of carrying a child during arrival and departure activities at the station, Paijo let the wife look around and feel the situation while tired of carrying their stuff that was as bad as it was. One large suitcase, child's bag, Michelle's tenteng bag that costs as much and her own bag also needs to be kept tight so as not to be left behind.
“The strong yes beautiful, do not be sad.” whispered Paijo.
“I'm strong, and happy sweetie. But I'm pegel, afraid Patra's crying here.”
“That's quiet hence. Stay a little while.”
Michelle nodded and as she turned around, she saw her own husband look like a purse seller. He smiled and couldn't laugh anymore.
I've been struggling Iceland to make glowing and growing up, if basically the original wong ndeso still looks ndeso. Haha. Paijou... Paijou...
From the waiting area, Kusumonegoro waved his hand as he took his grandson from Michelle instead of helping Paijo carry his belongings.
Michelle smiled in relief then stretched her achy muscles.
“Thank you Mr. Iceland who fiercely exceeds the doctor sir.” always on a whim.
“You're driving... Remember the house of my father?”
“Yes obviously dong sir, the father's house was the address I was looking for with a thousand reasons. So where might Iceland forget.”
Kusumonegoro then guides them to the car park before they go home, enjoying the beauty of the village with joy.
...*******...
“Sekeren-coolnya we become police, good also courtship like this.” said the commander of Vishnu who managed to get the heart of Puspita even in a long time.
Puspita poked the paint on the container while blaring the cheeks of her commander.
“Indeed, the police kept dating him only in that office? Very old mind you mas.”
Commander Vishnu smiled warmly. Soft is the heart of Puspita Dewi who is turbid because Paijo who is now looking at the body of the wife's makeup in his narrow room.
“Not so, but this is the first to make us. So if you can and before being embarrassed at watching people. Tomorrow, I think we need to bring our son here. Would you marry me, Pita?” ask the commander of Vishnu while staring at Puspita who is completing the background color of the giraffe.
Puspita put the brush on the container of paint while sighing.
“Mas know what it's like to have failed to get engaged?”
“No and never will I derail my engagement to you.”
“Then you already know the answer?” Puspita smiled as her partner clenched his hands and beryes with vigor.
“Now I drive you home and tomorrow I come to your house bring my parents.”
The commander stood up as he extended his hand to help Puspita stand up. They smiled as they left the kidul square with renewed hope and smiled in relief without leaving the painting of their giraffe child.
The next day, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Michelle and Paijo who had just taken the time to muter-muter the city using a motorcycle caught the commander of Vishnu and Puspita who had just filled gasoline at a grocery store near Polsek.
”Cie.... Apple continues..” exclaimed Michelle accompanied by the sound of Paijo motor horn that crossed them while winding the motor.
Puspita and Vishnu's commander exclaimed. “We catch you guys for unpleasant actions and making noise!”
Michelle laughed as she twisted her body at a glance. “Cute us!” he shouted while waving his hand.
Puspita climbed on the bike after the commander of Vishnu bergebernya motorbike with a racer-like attitude.
“Let's go after them, Pita. Still less work turned out.”
Puspita laughed as she hugged him. Quickly the commander of Vishnu caught up with Paijo who slowed down the speed of his motorbike.
Paijo stared at Puspita's embrace at Vishnu's waist while smiling with relief. At last.
“Where are you guys going?” ask Michelle.
“From work to go home.” replied Puspita.
“No need to go home, we go to the beach. The pandansari beach. Waiting for dusk while dating.”
Puspita is bathed, the beach is full of memories and wounds. But this new sheet is enough to make the traces of memories were destroyed by the waves to the south sea.
”You get there, Mas?”
“Can only.”
Paijo threw his gaze at the Vishnu commander at the crossroads when the red light flashed. Without needing them to talk about what it means, the right hand of both of them gripped tightly on the motor gas and shook it with all their might. The two race with the pair hugging them tightly while laughing.
“He is happy, sweetie.” Michelle said.
Paijo nodded his head wrapped in a blue helmet. ”Finally we can also live happier. Effect of error we finished today.”
Michelle tightened her arms until they arrived at the beach. A breeze of wind that blows hard to drop the leaves of the sea spruce when the two couples were sitting around taking pictures.
“You want to marry when?” michelle asked considering that a long time had passed and the two were still together.
“New to talk about.” Puspita wears a smile. “You came you?”
“If bojoku wants, I would want.”
Paijo who was handing out his cigarette to the Vishnu commander snorted. ”Lazy I met Pak Bakri, he must have discussed old wounds!”
Puspita laughed softly and held her boyfriend's hand. “Date yourself yes, do not need to be together. Goodbye Paijo, Michelle.”
Commander Vishnu lit his cigarette while raising his hand. “See you later in the day! Thank you.”
Paijo clasped his hands on Michelle's shoulders while nodding. The two walked in different directions with different conversations, although at the end they enjoyed the same panorama. The sun sets at the foot of the sky, on a quiet beach.
Paijo kissed Michelle on the forehead. Then lay down on the sand.
“When meeting you all feels realistic and dramatic. But this is life! There are many choices and all of them are accompanied by these two problems. Realistic and dramatic.”
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...When Meet You (Romantic Scandal ) Done....
Skavivi would like to thank all the friends who have read this story to the end. Healthy, happy, and all life. Don't forget to stop by the new skavivi story with the title “Great Wedding Imperfect”
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