YOU AND ME
CHAPTER 65 - SWEET TASTE

'Campus!' ronta Yoan in heart. Though he really hopes this secret, will be known right on the wedding day. But apparently, even now.

"Why?" ask Dara confused.

Yoan realized his anxiety which made his future wife wonder. He normalized his face.

About aunt Lydia knew that Dara would marry her, it was a matter of change when she returned home.

"It's okay, baby." Yoan said back. "Finished eating, where are we going?"

"Just go home." Answer Dara. He felt a little tired.

Yoan nodded. "Alright, finish your food."

After finishing eating, Yoan took Dara out of the restaurant. Towards where the car is parked.

"Please, my love..." Joan opened the car door. Letting the woman in.

"What the hell?!" Dara became nervous with Yoan's words. There's probably a sugar factory in his mouth.

After getting into his car, Yoan takes something out of his wallet and gives it to Dara.

"What's this?" ask Dara confused. Joan gave me an atm card.

"For you."

"Forku? Why?" ask Dara back.

"If you want to buy something, just use it." Yoan.

"Why?" Dara still asked with a serious facial expression. He was uncomfortable with Joan's response.

"That-that's..." Joan was nervous too. "You'll soon be my wife, so you just use it to buy what you want." Clearly slowly.

"Sorry. I can't take it." Dara returned the ATM card.

"Why?" ask Yoan. Dara refused his gift.

"I'm not your wife." Answer Dara firmly.

"Dear, you're just not officially my wife yet." An anxious Yoan pulled Dara's nose.

Dara held her red nose.

"At any time we'll get married. You just hold it." Joan poked it again.

"No."

"Yes." Yeah."

"No."

"Take it."

"NO!" Dara confirmed his words, making Yoan not to offer the card.

"Dear." Call Yoan who saw Dara already dumped her face.

"Bet-" Yoan held Dara's hand, but the woman turned her hand away.

Dara doesn't want Yoan to hold her hand. He was angry with the man. They have not had any ties, instead given like that. Others if married.

"I'm sorry." Yoan apologized and put the ATM back in the wallet.

Yoan understood, because they were not officially married. Dara would not accept such a thing. If he is already his wife. Dara will be Yoan's responsibility.

"Become."

"Dear."

"My dear Dara."

Yoan breathed a rough breath. The woman is still in her position. Just shut up and don't answer the call. His future wife suddenly budek.

"Become, sorry." Yoan pulled Dara in her arms. "I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Dara silently felt a warm embrace back. It feels very comfortable to be in the arms of her future husband.

'Every day in his arms, I can melt!' Inner Dara.

Yoan loosened her embrace, she looked at Dara's face which started to blush. Dara's beautiful eyes looked at her deeply.

The man slowly brought his face closer and then fused their lips together.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

Dara began to feel the chewy and wet object touching her lips. Give it a small bite.

'Sweet!' inner Joan melu-mat upper and lower lips Dara. Feeling the taste that started to make him opiate.

Yoan deepened her kiss. Pressing Dara's head drew closer to her.

'What did I do?!' Dara thrashed in her heart. He even returned the kiss of the man.

"I can't breathe!" Said Dara pushing slowly the man's body. He looked at Yoan for a moment and immediately turned his gaze to the side of the window.

'Good!!!' Dara was so embarrassed. He was lulled by that man. He felt it was indeed baperan, haphazard, cheap and so forth.

'If she goes on her wedding day how?' Dara snatched herself. All this time he had tried to look ordinary, but he showed his feelings.

Seeing Dara throw her face away, Yoan scratched her nape. He was a little nervous and confused. The atmosphere felt very awkward.

Yoan was alluding to her who could not help herself. But, he breathed a little. He felt that Dara already had feelings for him. The woman liked herself.

"Wear your belt. We're home!" pinta Yoan's.

Dara did not answer and immediately pulled her belt. Then look back at the window. He didn't want to see Joan. It feels so shameful. His face must have been blushing.

Yoan drove forward while continuously glancing at Dara. He smiled remembering their kiss just a moment ago. His actions earlier made the woman's lips slightly swell.

'Again, can't ya?!' ask Joan in your heart. I want to do it again, again and again.

"It's the same" said Yoan after stopping the car in front of Dara's house.

"Be careful." Sela Dara fast. He took off his belt and got out of Yoan's car. Dara kept walking into the house. As usual without looking back.

Many times Dara took a breath while holding her heart, which was timid.

While Yoan shook her head, seeing Dara was always like that. Always leave it just like that.

'He must be ashamed!' inner Yoan sure.

The man will open the car door, he will go down and say goodbye to both parents Dara. As he was about to get out he looked into the back seat and there was still an ole-ole from aunt Lydia. Dara forgot.

Tok

Tok

Tok

'Wh-who is that? What's he?' Dara wondered. He quickly downed his drink and stepped into the bathroom. Dara avoided meeting the man.

Mother saw the behavior of her daughter. Someone knocked on the door, not opened it. Even run to the bathroom.

The door that continues to be knocked makes Mother walk to the door and open it.

Mother's smile was floundering, seeing her prospective daughter-in-law who came.

"Good night, Bun." Say hello to Yoan while regretting it.

"Night, son Yoan." Answer Mother. "Let's go in."

"It's okay, Bun. I want to give this back. Dara left it in the car." Yoan handed over the package she was holding.

"Oh... Dara!" call Mommy.

"Not to be called, Bun. I just want to go home, it's already night." Yoan said back.

"Not sitting down?" basa basi Mommy's.

"Next time, Bun. Excuse me." Yoan was saying goodbye.

'Did they fight?!'

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Yoan drove out the car with a happy face while whistling, remembering the sweet taste. The taste that makes him opiate.

'The 'Bara... You will be all mine.' Yoan can't wait to marry Dara. Their wedding day, it felt so long.

Soon Yoan's car arrives and enters the garage. After parking the car, he got off.

Yoan took a breath, as a middle-aged woman got down from her car while giving her an upset look. Then the husband got out of the car and smiled at him.

"Om Leo, aunt Lydia, just got home. Where's the date?" goda Yoan glanced at his aunt.

"Yohan!!!"

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