When Married?
KM Part 15's
Golden light blurred on the horizon,
the beautiful view of the sunset on the beach that afternoon adds a romantic atmosphere for both people who are in a hangover romance.
After a moment of deep kissing, Literature released her lips with Flowers. The man smiled meaningfully, he knew this girl was still innocent so he did not know how to return his kiss. Literature stuck her forehead on the forehead of the Flower still with her eyes closed.
"Flower, I love you."
Either carried away or what suddenly the words just slide from the lips of Literature. The flower that heard him gasped, his heart beating faster than usual. They opened their eyes together, and stared at each other.
The girl felt the same way. His heart always beats with melodious rhythm when together with Literature. She timidly tried to dare to say words that had never been said to any man.
"I love you too," Flower answered her while looking at Literature with her beautiful eyes.
Literature smiled widely and immediately grabbed the girl into his arms. The hearts of the two were timid in the same rhythm, lapping their chests as if they were about to explode.
They hugged each other without realizing that Kevin was running towards them both and interrupted the couple who were hugging him.
"Ehm.. ehm.., yes, the world seems to belong to two others contracted! Really Lo, thanks for the spectacle of kayak gini, I'm still not old enough." Kevin clucked pretending to be upset.
The flower that heard Kevin's voice reflexively pushed the body of Literature that was hugging him. He immediately got up from his place earlier and smoothed out his appearance clumsily.
"Call me Lo! what was? Literature looked at Kevin.
"Quiet bro. Sorry I disturbed you. Lo in search of the other committee, because it is near night so they will make the closing event. Um, by the way, when did I get to know the girl next to you?" Kevin smiled sweetly towards the Flower.
"Oh yes. Paholin flowers. This is my friend Kevin." Literature introduces Flowers to Kevin.
"Greetings my name Flowers." The girl reached out her hand and Kevin welcomed the helping hand.
"Greetings to know me Kevin, your name really suits you. Your name is beautiful just like the person," Kevin praised in a seductive tone, but Literature shook Kevin's head and drew Kevin's hand to the Flower.
"Not long!" Literature clasped his girl's hand back and stared intently at Kevin.
"Although mas bro, do not be fiercely the same grandpa huhuhu," said Kevin joke.
The three of them laughed together and then walked to where the touring participants gathered.
*****
Time to go home. All the participants advanced their motors and Literature was in the last position of the group. Letting the other participants go first because he deliberately wants to enjoy the atmosphere of being together with his girl.
About three quarters of the way there was heavy rain, they both took shelter on the side of the road. Flowers sit on the outskirts with the position of hugging his knees, strong wind gusts accompanied by splashes of rain made him shiver with cold.
Literature that saw him cold automatically brought the Flower closer and into his arms. An hour has passed but there are no signs the rain will subside, although forced to go home through the rain and wear raincoats sure they will still be soaked.
"Flower, it's almost midnight how about we just go home to my apartment? my apartment is closer than here".
Because the Sastra apartment is located in an exclusive residence that is free of traffic so it only takes about twenty minutes from where the shelter is now, whereas if to the place of Bunga maybe about an hour later until because the Bunga house is located on the outskirts of Jakarta.
Flowers stammered and confused as to how, but due to the coldness and drowsiness that afflicted her Flowers finally agreed with Literature's advice to go home to her apartment.
"But I had to tell my parents so they wouldn't worry" Bunga said.
Bunga contacted her mother's contact. And then Literature took over his phone.
"Hallo Aunt."
"What's going on with Literature?" sahut Bu Marni's.
"Sorry Aunt has a change of plans. All participants did not come home because of heavy rain. So we will stay overnight tonight and just continue the journey tomorrow," he told a lie that was greeted pinching Flowers on his waist.
Literature placed an index finger on her lips to code the Flower not to make a sound.
"It's okay, it's dangerous to drive on slippery roads. But auntie tipped Flowers yes. Take good care of aunty's child," said Ms. Marni.
"Ready Aunt, thank you." Click the phone on turn off.
"Why are you lying!" Flowers glare at Literature.
"If I speak honestly your mother will be anxious. Would your mother have known that you came with me to my apartment and were alone? ck ck ck you this is too innocent." Literature shuffles the hair of Flowers.
"It's not like that, but it's the first time I've lied to my parents." The flower breathed heavily.
"But this is an emergency situation, I know you can't stand the cold. So we'd better get to my apartment, right away" he asked
Flowers nodded their heads, Literature wasted no time and they immediately drove through the extremely heavy rain.
They reached the basement of the apartment wet. Literature took the hand of flowers to the elevator and soon arrived at the sixteen floor where the residence was located.
Literature entered the key code and after the door opened he let the Flower in. For a moment Flowers just fell silent in the doorway still hesitating to go inside, then Literature pulled her girl's hand.
"Come in, you must quickly change your clothes so as not to catch a cold. I just live here alone. But don't be afraid, I won't bite you" he said, raising his eyebrows.
Flowers flutter because it looks like Literature can read his mind. "Who says I'm afraid of you!" Flowers rushed inside past Literature who was standing by the door.
The man smiled amusedly, closed the door and entered passing by somewhere, Flowers sat on the sofa and his eyes looked around him.
Oh my God this apartment may be four times the area of my residence, is this not too big to be inhabited alone? Or are all rich people like this?
Literature handed a clean towel and a loose shirt to the lap of the Flower so as to disperse the girl's daydream
"Bite in the bathroom that's in my room. I prepared warm water. There are no women's clothes here, so there are only my clothes. But this shirt is better than you wearing that wet shirt of yours. It's okay, right?" ask Literature
"thank you. B-but I take a shower in the guest bathroom only," said the nervous Flower.
"In the guest bathroom there is no warm water. You better clean yourself up quickly and don't be stubborn. Put your wet clothes in this plastic bag, I've called the dry clean apartment service and will be here soon. So you can wear your clothes again tomorrow." Literature gave a large plastic bag to the Flower.
Finally Bunga obeyed Literature, he entered the bathroom located inside the man's room. There was already warm water in the bathtub that really tempted him.
It did not feel like it had been thirty minutes of soaking Flowers and almost fell asleep so comfortable, he quickly rinsed his body under the shower because he remembered Literature was also soaked and needed a bath.
The flower wears that loose shirt and wraps a towel around her hair. However, when he was about to get out of the bathroom he was even pacing back and forth in confusion.
I don't wear a bra or panties because my clothes are all wet. Do I have to borrow her underwear? No way! men's underwear anyway? Worry**....